Page 95 of Ice Bet

One eyebrow rose. “And that gave you Goose bumps?”

My lips rolled together, and his amused smile was annoying. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered, climbing on top of me. My legs spread, and I gasped because I forgot I didn’t have any underwear on. His hard-on rubbed against me. “I’m not.”

I swallowed as I let my hips fall open even wider. His head went into the crook of my neck. “I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to have you in my bed.”

I trembled with need, and he noticed.

“Do you like knowing how much I want you?”

I kept my mouth shut but nodded.I do. It’s addicting.

“I want you so much that I want you to scream my name so loud that everyone in this apartment complex knows you’re mine.”

“But my dad—”

Aasher sucked the words off my tongue, keeping our mouths sealed as he moved to lie beside me. A shaky sigh fell from my mouth when his finger skimmed over me, lightly brushing my swollen clit. It tingled, and he smiled, moving his mouth to mine.

Against my lips, he said, “Addicting.” Then he slipped a finger inside before slowly pulling it out and moving back to my clit. He rubbed me over and over again, playing with me, before I was withering beside him with need. His finger disappeared inside, and I tilted my hips to meet his palm as it rubbed against me. “I want you in my bed every night, you got that?”

A sharp knock sounded on his door, and both our heads turned at the noise. “Aasher!”

Berkley huffed loud enough for us both to hear it through the door, but Aasher didn’t move his hand.

“You’re running out of time,” Aasher whispered, pulling in and out a little faster.My hand fisted the sheets, and he gripped my other one and placed it over my clit. “We work well together.”

I throbbed in all the right places, ignoring the constant knocks on the door.

“Yeah?” Aasher shouted, staring at my hand rubbing myself. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, and I threw my head back at the way I tightened. Aasher put his palm over my mouth, and I bit down, pulling in my moan.

Holy shit.

“If Riley is in there, you better hide her.”

Aasher pulled his hand away quickly, and we both sprung up.

“What?”

“Someone beat up Gray Loretto last night, and Coach is on his way over here to ask if it was you.”

I said nothing as I pulled on random sweats—sans panties, thanks to Aasher. I kicked my bra underneath his bed, and he flung open the door while pulling his shirt down.

Berkley found me immediately.

He shook his head at my appearance and erased the distance between us. He ran his fingers down my tangled hair, clearly on a mission. “This won’t do. You look…” His words trailed off as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway, disappearing into his room. Aasher followed closely behind. His jeans weren't even on yet when there was a knock on the door.

We shared a panicked look, and Ford popped up from the couch. “Who the fuck is at the door this early?” His hair was just as messy as Aasher’s, but they had a way of shaking their heads once and looking just as put together as they usually did.

“Uh-oh,” Ford said, looking at me while Aasher buttoned his pants.

Berkley came back and handed me a small Bexley U shirt.

“Strip.”

“Whose is this?” I pulled Aasher’s practice jersey up.

“Close your eyes,” he barked at his teammates. Berkley rolled his before turning for a quick second.

“Wolves!” My dad was about to wake up the entire complex.

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