Page 34 of Cruel Debts (Killers of Port Wylde #4)

TWENTY-NINE

ASHER

Fighting this was never really a long-term solution.

It was a futile attempt to deny the attraction I'd had for Trinity McCoy since we were all kids in high school.

Since the first time she came home from summer camp in her too-short shorts with a new set of tits and a sad smile some stupid boy put there when they separated with promises to call.

I've loved Trinity McCoy for as long as I could remember, but I've never made a move. I was her brother's best friend. It wasn't cool. Wasn't right. Keehn would have killed us.

But beyond that, I didn't deserve her. Her parents never would have approved.

Seeing her today, though, with those two men interested in her, clearly ready to try their luck, was like a rubber band in my brain had finally stretched too taut, and snapped. The rebound was like whiplash.

I knew then that I couldn't lie anymore, to her or to me.

It wasn't fair.

And damn the consequences anymore.

The moment my lips touched hers, I knew I was gone. It was over. There was no way in hell I would ever go back. I had to possess Trinity, I had to have her, and nobody would ever stand in my way again.

She tasted like honey and cream, her lips still lined with gloss she'd applied in that damn club. The scent of her skin as she wound her arms around me—pure intoxication. I could live in her arms. I could stay here and drink her in for an eternity.

Pulling back from the kiss was torture. It was compounded by the way she whined at the loss of contact. That sound tormented some part of my inner soul, like a jagged piece of metal left in my body after my shrapnel incident: a reminder, a memory that occasionally caused a dull ache.

"Asher," she breathed, her eyes hooded as I stared down into them. "Why?—"

"Shut up, Pretty Bird," I growled, grabbing her by the hips. She fit nicely on the counter in front of me, which is where I put her, so I could admire her at eye level. "You've been asking for trouble since the moment you stepped into this place, and now you've got it."

She looked at me like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You? Trouble? Okay, Asher, tell me more lies, why don't you?"

Oh, so she thought I wasn't as dangerous as the others? "You'd better put your hands on the counter and keep them there, then, or I can't promise you I won't tie you down."

That got her attention. "I might like that, actually."

My cock twitched in anticipation. "Later, then.

" I put my hands on her thighs and dragged them down her legs, slowly, gently, until she was parting them for me unconsciously.

"I've got a long list of things I've wanted to do to you for a long time, Pretty Bird, and I plan to start at the top and work my way down until I run out. "

She swallowed hard, her eyes wider with every word out of my mouth. "How many things are on that list? How long is the list? Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?"

She was stalling. I'd seen her do it a million times. Unfortunately, I didn't have time or the inclination to let her. I wanted to lay her back on this counter and eat her for dinner.

"Are you scared, Trinity? Where'd all that bravado go from the other day when you thought you could seduce us into compliance?" I leaned in, sniffing her like the deranged animal I was. "You're trembling. Is that excitement, or fear?"

"I'm not scared of you," she murmured, but the wideness of her pupils betrayed her lies.

"You should be."

With just enough force to show her my intentions, I yanked her legs apart the rest of the way, pleased to see the visible dampness on her panties.

Her expensive lace panties that barely hid a fucking thing from view.

The delicate, needy whimper she made when I blew on them sent a spike through my groin of pleasure mirroring hers.

Fuck, this was going to be good. I bet she tasted divine.

I planned to find out very soon.

"Don't forget to breathe," I told her, like she was the one about to die by self-suffocation. No, the only one of us doing that was me.

And then I leaned in, dragged my tongue up the front of her pussy, and groaned against the wet lace covering it.

"Shit," she breathed, a single hand finding my hair. "Asher?—"

"Hush," I murmured, though she probably couldn't hear much over the sounds she was making. "I want you to make as much noise as you need, but don't you dare try to stop me." We were well past the point of no return now.

I wasn't planning to turn back.

I didn't care if Hawke heard what I was doing to her. I hoped he heard every single whimper and whine. I hoped he felt left out. I hoped it pissed him off.

It was high time he stopped pretending he didn't want a piece of Trinity McCoy, too.

The panties on her body were thankfully stretchy, for lace, and I tugged them to the side, admiring the view for just a moment.

Relishing the spoils of war.

I hadn't earned this. I didn't deserve it. But damn it, I was going to take it and be happy with the unearned prize that fell into my lap. Luck like this never befalls a man twice.

Who was I to refuse such a gift?

My tongue delved between the folds of her wet cunt, lapping at the arousal that practically dripped from her. She was so turned on it was obscene, and this was all for me. Because of me.

"You're mine now, Pretty Bird," I muttered, and then I shoved my tongue inside her as far as I could go.

The moan she made traveled clean to my toes.

"Asherrrrrr," she whined, her fingers pulling on my hair now. "Yes, oh yes."

Her hips shifted, and I sank a little deeper, but it still wasn't enough.

I wanted more. Her taste was divine, and it was all for me.

I wanted to possess her noises, her arousal, her desire.

Wanted to exploit the need racing through her body.

I wanted to force orgasm after orgasm out of her until she couldn't walk anymore.

Only then would I let her breathe for a moment, if only to carry her to my bed and finish what I started.

I would give her all the pleasure she could ever want, and then some, until she begged me for mercy.

"Want to hear you moan my name all night," I rasped, dragging my tongue out of her only long enough to put it on her clit. "Gods, Trinity, I've wanted this for so long."

"Me, too," she squeaked, rocking into my touch. "So so long."

You can always tell when your friends have younger siblings, when they develop a crush on you. But you ignore it, because you know it's not smart to shit where you eat, so to speak. Messing around with a friend's little sister is like breaking the bro code.

Well, our bro was dead and gone, and I was tired of pretending that I wasn't affected by her. I'd done it for so long, it was painful. Keehn would have to rise from the dead to tear me away from his sister. And even then, he'd have a hell of a fight on his hands.

"Tell me what you want," I pleaded with her, needing to know what made her happy. What she liked. What made her body sing. I was impatient—I didn't want to wait and explore and find out along the way. "What does your body like?"

"You," her voice echoed on a sigh, which was an answer but not at the same time. "It likes you."

"Yeah, yeah, Hawke and Liam, too, but I'm not going to get you off just standing here." That'd be no fun for either of us. And I'd never heard of an instance where a woman came from just looking at a man.

"Touch me," she instructed, rolling her hips. "Fuck me. You don't need a map, Asher."

What I needed was self-control and maybe some GPS coordinates. I didn't want to fuck this up. "Show me how you get yourself off," I groaned, the idea springing from my lips before I could take it back. "Show me what you do when you're on your own and nobody's watching."

"Right here on the counter?" Her eyes were wide as she stared at me in disbelief. "Where we eat breakfast?"

"Now, Pretty Bird," I growled, "and stop stalling. You have what you've been angling for since you walked into our home, now take it and stop playing games."

I grabbed one of her hands and tugged it free of my hair, setting it atop her hot core. She struggled, her eyes flitting between herself and me. "Asher, I dunno?—"

"Show me," I snarled, "and I'll show you what I've done to myself when I thought of you every day since the time you sat on my lap in high school at that football game."

"You remember that?" she whispered, her hand stilling. "Seriously?"

"Trinity, there's not a single thing about you I could ever forget. Now touch yourself, or I'm going to take a long, cold shower, and you won't be invited."

Her pout was so comical I almost laughed. Almost.

Instead, when her fingers started to move on her pretty pussy, I did as I promised, and started to unzip my pants.

There was never a question of whether this should be done here in this kitchen or not. Whether or not someone else might take offense. I paid these bills just like the others, and damn it, I would enjoy my meal right here where I wanted to.

"I've never done this for an audience before," Trinity admitted, her hands stilling on her body.

"You work in a sex club, Trinity," I pointed out, my brows furrowed. "Don't be shy with me now. You had your paintbrush all over my naked ass. Let me see your hands on your own body this time."

I pulled my cock from my pants as motivation, pleased when her eyes widened almost comically. Sure, she'd seen it before, but not hard. Not hard for her. Not dripping precum, in my hands, while she actively turned me on.

I imagined it was a quite different experience.

"Okay, shit, yeah, we're doing this." She slid her fingers up and down her wet slit and groaned, tossing her head back. "It's just like being in a porno. Like being one of the girls in the private show booths. Nothing I haven't seen before."

I watched with fascination as her middle and pointer fingers disappeared inside her dripping core, disappearing to the first knuckle.

He wasn't at a good angle to flick her own clit with her thumb, but that didn't seem to stop her.

She pumped those fingers in and out of her cunt, moaning as the wet, squelching sounds filled the air between us.

All the while, I stood, fascinated at this wanton display, stroking myself like a teenager in the nineties with his first Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition.

"Shit, Trinity," I gasped, gripping the base of my dick as she peeked an eye open and cocked her head to watch me. When she saw what was going on in front of her, those fingers slipped from her hole and moved to her clit, moving in slow, small circles.

"You like to watch, Asher?" she asked quietly. It was like seeing me undone gave her confidence, made her brave. "You like to see me touch myself for your viewing pleasure?"

"I love it," I admitted, inching closer as I stroked down the length of myself again, groaning at the feel. "Wanna be inside you, though."

It just slipped out. I didn't want to admit that weakness to her just yet, but here we were.

She didn't even skip a beat, though.

"You know, I have an implant. So, like, you could be inside me whenever you wanted."

My cock jumped at that idea, but I bit the inside of my cheek and held off the urge to dive dick-first into her waiting heat. "No," I declared, my voice firm but rough. "Not until you make yourself come for me first."