Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2) (28 page)

“So fucking good,” he mutters, chest heaving, breathing erratic.

It doesn’t take me long to learn what he likes. When I run the flat of my tongue in a particular way right underneath his sensitive underside, swirling up to his hole and back again, his grip tightens, raw instinct taking over.

“Look at me,” he growls.

I do.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth in about ten seconds. Better stop if you don’t want that.”

I don’t. Stop, that is.

Ten seconds never felt so long…or so short, as I wait for him to make good on his promise, as he always does.

But this time he falls a little short. He doesn’t quite make it to ten.

Hot anticipation. It leads to damn good things.

Chapter 29

Alyse

“I think I’m ready to go home,” Livia announces loudly, trying to be heard over the thrum of the music. We have a reserved booth toward the back of this upscale dance club, courtesy of Kamryn, who seems to have connections all over town from what I’ve heard, but it’s still very loud.

“Oh hell no! It’s only ten o’clock,” Addy quips, throwing back another shot of tequila. Kamryn said she nearly single-handedly keeps Patron in business. I’m not sure I disagree at this point. I’ve never seen a woman drink as much as Addy and not be falling-down drunk. “This is your bachelorette party, babe. You’re staying out until the bars close.”

“I’m pregnant, Addy. With twins.”

“Yes. You’re pregnant, not dead. And you’re not even waddling yet.”

“Ugh. I can’t even drink.”

Addy reaches across the table, grabbing Livia’s hand. “But you can dance and spend quality time with your friends and sister, which, by the way, you don’t do anymore because you’re too damn busy getting laid every single night. And I’m not begrudging you for it, because if I had a Gray I’d do the same thing, but damn girl…give your vajay-jay a break. Besides, Gray is out at his bachelor party tonight too, so it’s not like he’s waiting for you to mount him the second you step in the door.”

“Jesus, Addy,” Livia retorts.

I laugh hysterically. Addy is one of the funniest, most fiery people I’ve ever met. I swear she doesn’t give a rip what anyone thinks. I love it. The more time I spend with her, the more I like her. She is witty without alcohol, but with alcohol…watch the hell out. She’s off the rails. It will take a very strong man to tame her and I wish him luck. He’ll need it.

“Please,” Addy whines, sticking out her lower lip so far you could set a drink on it.

“Fine. Midnight. That’s it.”

“I’ll take it!” Addy beams like she’s won the lottery. “So, babe, how are you liking the city so far?” she turns, asking me.

“I love it.” I smile, genuinely meaning it. I absolutely love this vibrant city that’s so different from Detroit. Everyone I love is here. I’m beginning to stress about going back to Detroit after I’m done with the audit, because I can’t fathom being separated from Asher all week, week after week. After yesterday, I know I’m getting close to finding the culprit, so I may be done with the audit by mid-January at this rate. Sadness tries to settle around me, but a question lobbed my way pulls me back.

“Anyone special showing you around?” Kamryn asks.

Without meaning to, I look at Livia before answering and see the glitter in her eyes. She picks up her water, trying to smother the tugging smile. Of course, Addy latches onto that like a dog with a damn bone.

“Oh my God, there is, isn’t there? Who? Who?” She bounces up and down like a five-year-old who’s about to be handed a brand spanking new Barbie doll.

“I’m not sure I should say. I don’t even know where it’s going.” It’s not
really
a lie. I know exactly where I
want
this to go. Asher’s made it very clear he’s taking this seriously, even hinting at marriage for heaven’s sake, but he doesn’t know everything about me yet. I’m still doing the protect-the-heart dance, trying to convince myself not to get fully invested before all of my secrets are out in the open. I’ve failed at that task miserably.

“Is it someone at CFC? I mean, you probably don’t know many other people and Livia says you’re working yourself into the ground with that audit.”

Yep, dog with a bone.

“Addy, really, I don’t want to jinx it.”

“Asher runs CFC, right?” Addy looks to Livia for confirmation. She nods, not even trying to hide her smile this time. I throw her a sisterly glare that she’s all too familiar with. “Have you met him yet? He’s smoking hot, like every other Colloway. Daaauumm, I don’t know what their parents did to make such perfect masculine specimens, but I need to get me some of that.”

At the mention of Asher’s name, my poker face must fail me miserably, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the woman to my left who could easily make a living as an FBI or CIA agent.

“Fuck me. It’s Asher isn’t it? Oh. My. God. You have a Colloway brother too?” she screeches.

“Addy…”

“Holy hell, this calls for a celebratory shot.” Addy grabs the bottle of Patron that she insisted the waitress leave at our table and pours three glasses. My head is already buzzing from the one shot I’ve had and the three glasses of wine I consumed during our painting class in Addy’s studio earlier, which is how we started the night. I’m now the proud owner of a beautiful hand-painted canvas featuring water lilies in a pond. It’s actually pretty damn good if I say so myself.

“To hotness. May we each get a slice,” she announces before we throw our drinks back.

“And where exactly will you be looking for this slice of hotness?” a dark baritone voice drawls behind me, causing me to sputter.

I immediately recognize the owner.

I didn’t spend a lot of time talking to Luke, but his sexy drawl is definitely not something you forget. Ever. I may be in love with Asher, but I still appreciate male beauty, and Luke is its walking poster child. Just…wow.

When I turn around, I’m not surprised to see Gray, Asher, Conn, and a few other gorgeous men I don’t recognize walking toward us. What I am surprised at, however, is the heat that’s now volleying back and forth between Luke and Addy. He hasn’t taken his molten eyes from her for a single second. When I turn back to look at Addy, she’s gazing at him with the same fire in hers.

Huh.

“Addy,” he greets.

“Luke,” she replies a little breathlessly. Guess they know each other. I wonder how well?

He briefly looks at the nearly empty bottle on the table before his eyes snap back to hers. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not really any of your business, hun.”

He steps around to the front of the booth, grabbing the bottle quicker than Addy can react. Laughing, he holds it out of reach while Addy yells and tries to pop up over the table to retrieve it.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

Oooohhhh. The sparks flying between these two are so hot I’m worried the booth we’re sitting in may catch fire. Asher and his brothers arrive at the table just in time to catch the good part of the show. I’m sitting on one end of the booth and Livia on the other, with Kamryn and Addy in the middle, so Asher and Gray have positioned themselves by us, respectively. Conn and the others stand back, talking to the waitress, presumably putting in an order.

“I paid for that, asshole. Put it back.”

“Not on your life, sweetheart.” Luke hands the bottle off to a man I don’t recognize, but is someone they walked in with. He then reaches in his front pocket and peels five twenties from a wad of cash, throwing them on the table. “Compensation.”

I glance over to see Livia and Gray watching the exchange with rapt fascination. Livia’s eyes are wide with surprise, but Gray’s are glittering with mirth, his lip curled into a smirk.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You do realize there’s more booze here, right? I mean, we
are
in a fucking bar. And who appointed you my keeper tonight anyway? Why are you guys even h—”

Addy continues to rant, unable to get out, while Luke watches on, pretending to be unaffected, except I’m not sure how Addy can miss the fire blazing higher and hotter in Luke’s eyes with each scathing word.

Like a good tennis match, I volley back and forth between the two. I think the tamer may have just arrived, complete with his bullwhip and chair. Except instead of a fancy tailcoat and top hat, this one brandishes worn black boots, a leather bomber, and faded jeans that mold to his body like they were made just for him.

Hmmm. Interesting.

“Dance with me,” Asher rumbles in my ear. I hear the beginnings of the sultry Rhianna singing “Skin” playing in the background. I want to stay and see how this little play is going to turn out, but as I look up into the blue eyes of the man who has brought me back to life again, I don’t hesitate to take the hand he’s offering, letting him lead me to the dance floor.

They say you can tell a man’s skill in the bedroom by how he dances. I don’t know who “they” are, and I don’t necessarily believe that’s true, because I’ve danced with some guys who the phrase “white man dancing” was coined after and they were good in bed.

Okay,
good
may be stretching it. Decent. They were decent.

But Asher?
Holy balls
. I can absolutely say that phrase is true…and not the “white man dancing” one. He dances like he fucks.

With intent.

With finesse.

With rhythm.

With all-consuming seduction.

As he grinds the length of his body into mine from behind, one hand firmly on my hips, the other running the length of my torso, he has me completely submerged in the sensual spell he’s expertly woven.

“You look so damn sexy, baby.” His soft lips brush the shell of my ear. His voice is gritty. Wicked. Full of longing.

I place a hand on his roaming one, moving it around to my lower stomach, right above the waistband of my dark jeans riding low on my hips. His hand slips under the hem of my sparkly brown halter-top, caressing my bare skin, before the tips of his fingers slide south underneath the denim.

Heat blooms between my legs and I moan, my head relaxing against his shoulder. People surround us, moving their bodies seductively to Rhianna’s suggestive words about stripping your clothes and liking it rough. I’m quite sure the dance floor is very visible from our booth, but I can’t find it within myself to give a damn who may be watching. I’ll be embarrassed later, I’m sure. But I’ll worry about that then.

“Christ, I want you, Alyse. Right here. Right now.”

I spin in his arms, drawing his dirty mouth to mine on a groan. “Yes,” I mumble against his wet lips, dragging his lower lip between my teeth before kissing him hard. He tastes like whiskey and mint. And sin. This is why I’ve never tried drugs. I have kind of an obsessive personality. Now that I’ve had a taste of Asher, he’s the drug I will never, ever give up.

Roughly palming my face, he angles my head just where he wants it and deepens the kiss. It’s brimming with urgency and dominance. I willingly acquiesce. Placing my hands on his waist, I press our bodies tightly together as he takes what he needs. Pulling back, he searches my eyes as if needing assurance and when I silently give it, he presses one last hard kiss to my lips before taking my hand, leading me through the sweaty, grinding bodies toward the back of the club.

Spotting a door halfway down the first hallway that says “Employees Only,” he pushes it open, pulling me inside behind him. I see him take a quick perusal before shoving me against the flimsy wood.

Alcohol and desire-glazed eyes holding mine, he makes short work of the stiff fabric that’s the only barrier to our mutual pleasure and seconds later, with my legs wrapped around his waist, he’s pushing roughly inside me.

“Fuuuck. I want to live inside your pussy,” he pants, pounding furiously, quickly chasing the heady rush we’ve both come to crave that can only be quenched with each other.

“Then do,” I counter, my breath whooshing out with each hard drive.

“This is mine.”

“I know.”

“Pinch your nipples, sweet Alyse.”

I comply with his demand. Pulling up my shirt and my bra cups down, I pinch and twist and knead, watching his dark pools grow darker, hungrier with each tweak.

“Hell yes. So hot.” Our eyes lock as he puts his thumb in his mouth, then reaches a hand between us, circling my clit with his wet digit. My eyes want to float closed, but I don’t want to shut the doors to my soul that only open for him. “I’m never letting you go. God I love you, Alyse. So fucking much.”

“I love you,” I pant, so close to the finish line I’m stretching to reach it.

“That’s it, baby. Come on me. I need to feel it.”

An intense climax hits me hard and fast, the euphoria of it firing through my bloodstream like a rocket fueled with nitrogen. I’m unable to keep my eyes from drifting shut or containing the broken wail that escapes as my pussy contracts around his stiff shaft. I know by the swell of his cock and pace of his hips he’s close behind.

“Ahhhh, baby…” He stiffens, his harsh cry chasing mine as he releases inside of me, the hot wash of his seed setting off another orgasm on the heels of the first. His body deliciously shudders against mine and I feel my walls pulsing, milking him dry.