Page 51 of Siren's Game

Asher lays his warm hand on my cheek and turns my head until I face him, leaning closer.

“Let’s give them what they want, shall we?” he asks lowly, his breath feathering across my face. His eyes search my face, looking for my answer.

He's giving me the option to say no.

But I can't say no. My heart pounds so loudly I hear it over the cheers and my blood turns to ice when I realize it.

I don'twantto say no.

So, I give him the slightest nod. For Millie, I remind myself. I'm doing this for my best friend. No deeper meaning. Just this charade.

His face moves closer until I can see each line, each little speck of golden color in his eyes until I can't bear it anymore, the whole moment too intense to bear witness to. My eyes flutter close, and before I know it, his lips brush against mine.

The Walker brothers burst into cheers, and I'm sure this little peck of a kiss is already enough to satisfy a curious audience, but I lay my hand at Asher’s hip, fingers clinging to his shirt. His hand tangles in my hair, keeping my head right there, as he nudges my lips with his tongue until I grant him entrance.

I’m so fucked. No, really.

I figured Asher could kiss. If you talk big about your skills in bed the way he did, you really better know what you’re doing. And I hate to admit it, but he does.

I never thought that a simple kiss would sweep me off my feet like this. Never in my wildest dreams.

His hand wanders down the side of my throat, and then it’s on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him.

"Fuck," I whisper into the kiss before he captures my lips again and all I can do is hold onto him.

Asher

Well,I'llbedamned.

Kayla’s eyes are wide, her cheeks flush, when I let go of her, and the whistles and cheers of the Walker brothers are only background music as all of my senses are tuned in on her. Kayla's heavy breaths make her whole body move as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes jumping between mine and my lips.

Flustered, she turns away from me, scurrying to one of the tables to get herself a drink.

"That was hot," Adam whispers and nudges my arm, both of us looking after her. Judging by his swaying, he is very far from sober and we still have a decent bit to go in this match. "You shouldnotlet her go."

"I don't plan to." The lie comes over my lips too fucking easily, but the biggest shock?

I'm really not sure it's a lie.

The rest of the match goes by in a daze. As soon as she returns to the window, I throw my arm over Kayla's shoulder, a possessiveness I don't even know from myself making me glare whenever cameras are on us. She seems calm, and eerily so, with a far away look in her eyes, like her thoughts are anywhere but here.

A few minutes before the game is over, Sven sneaks into the box and asks me to leave early to avoid a commotion.

"But I want to see who wins!" Kayla points out, crossing her arms in front of her chest, like a petulant child I’m telling she can’t have chocolate.

"I'll give you a live commentary." Reed suddenly appears beside us and shoves his phone into Kayla's hand before I can interfere. "Put your number in there, I'll keep you updated." He looks up and shoots me a grin. "If I've learned anything, then it's that you shouldreallylisten to your security guys."

"You're a wise man," Sven chuckles and looks at Kayla with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright," she says with a sigh and types her number into Reed's phone. "Don't you dare forget."

"I would never." He raises his hand and looks at her solemnly.

She gives him a serious nod before waving goodbye to the others before we step out to follow Sven and his team.

"Give me your bag." I hold out my hand to her and wiggle my fingers. She’s swaying a bit and doesn't seem too steady on her feet.

"Why?"

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