Page 26 of The Consequence of You (Heathley Academy #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CALLIE

M y pillow hits the wall and falls to the floor. I’m not entirely defenceless though. I clench my fists, prepared to fight dirty if I need to, but Asher holds his hands up in surrender.

He kneels on the bed in front of me and the mattress wobbles under me. Clutching his shoulders, I steady myself.

Jesus Christ, the image before me should be illegal.

His broad chiselled shoulders, damp with a sheen of sweat, panting hard as he catches his breath.

Blond hair falling over his beautiful forest green eyes, long lashes that women would kill for.

His strong jaw has a five o’clock shadow where his stubble has started to grow through.

He places his broad hands on my thighs and licks his lips.

I’m slick between my legs just from looking at him like this.

Not for the first time, I wonder how we ended up here. Two people who don’t like each other, arguably, can’t stand each other, and yet… It feels so right. When we’re together like this, naked and sweaty and worked up, lost in this shared physical act, we… work.

I went without any physical relationships for three years after Nico. I could have been doing this the whole time. All this time, I could have found someone to exchange pleasure with. Never in a million years would I have believed this person would end up being Asher.

Last night I texted Rossi to tell him I had someone staying over. I didn’t want to risk him bumping into Asher in the hallway and putting a bullet between his eyes. I’m not even joking. Rossi’s under strict instructions to eliminate any danger to me, and he wouldn’t hesitate to act.

Obviously, he knew it was Asher that had driven me home after the art gallery, but I’m sure Rossi was still taken by surprise to see it was him that had stayed over. Other than Dahlia, I’ve never had anyone else in the house.

Asher slides his hands up my thighs, lifting my t-shirt until my pussy’s bared to him.

“Fuck, Calliope. This pretty pussy was made for me.” He nuzzles against me, and I try to take a step back, but he just grips me tighter and growls.

“Don’t do that. Don’t run from me. This is my fucking pussy now, and if I want to spend my day with my face shoved in it, I will.

” His words are possessive and so fucking alpha male, the feminist in me should be running for the hills, but like a wanton hussy, my pussy contracts, hungry for more. “See, even your sweet cunt knows it.”

His nose nudges at my clit and I shiver, unable to deny the way my body responds to his.

This arrangement could work for both of us.

For him, it may have begun as a way of winding up his parents, but he’s clearly as affected by our chemistry as I am, judging by the boner he’s usually sporting around me these days.

For me, it’s a physical release I hadn’t realised I needed.

My being in his life complicates things for him in a good way, and uncomplicates mine.

Asher’s ministrations have me on the verge of another orgasm, but this time I don’t fight it, I give in and allow myself to enjoy it.

I lean into his touch, widen my legs and allow him to use his talented fingers and tongue in tandem.

Before too long, I’m coming hard, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I brazenly ride his face.

Fuck, he’s so good at this .

When my orgasm subsides, Asher pulls away, his chin damp with my arousal, and the sight almost has me coming again. This beautiful man is on his knees for me, worshipping my pussy like it’s his life mission.

If this is the treatment he gives all the women he’s with, no wonder he’s so popular. An image of him on his knees for other women pops into my head, and I shake it off. It makes me feel uncomfortable in a way I don’t want to dwell on. He’s free to do as he pleases, as am I.

He looks at me like he has something on his mind.

“What are you thinking about?” I murmur.

“I’m thinking… The only time we aren’t giving each other shit is when we’re doing this. So maybe we should do this more often?”

His lustful gaze is too much, and I nod. He looks surprised at how quickly I agree.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I confirm, nodding more forcefully.

He grabs my knees, pulling me forwards so I lose my balance and land on my arse on the bouncy mattress.

He leans forwards, advancing on me until I let myself fall back.

Leaning over me, crowding me, stalking me like I’m his prey.

But then he stops suddenly, and a look of insecurity flashes across his face.

“Before we go any further…”

I look at him quizzically. Unsure of what he’s going to ask me.

“What is it?” It’s unusual to see uncertainty on his face.

“Why did you meet Nico last night?”

I don’t want to lie to him but it’s hard to give him a full answer without sharing the reason we broke up.

“I told you yesterday. I owed him a conversation.”

“But why now?”

“Because it was time.” My answer is vague, but Asher seems to accept it.

“You won’t see him again?” Asher phrases it as a question, but the way he holds himself stiffly, I can’t help but wonder if it’s more of an instruction.

This arrangement Asher has proposed is nothing more than that of fuckbuddies, but I can imagine he doesn’t like to share his playthings given his upbringing.

I should tell the asshole where to go, but I have no intention of seeing Nico again, or anyone else for that matter, so I let him think it’s on his instruction if it makes him happy.

“I have no plans to see Nico again.”

“Good.” He seems satisfied with my answer.

Before he can ask me anything else, I run my hands down his sides until I reach his boxers and push them down over his hips, so his cock springs out.

Asher presses down, trapping it between us.

He moves up and down, rubbing his hardness gently across my sensitive apex as I wrap my legs around him.

We stay like that for a few seconds, chasing the sensation .

After a few minutes Asher grabs a condom and tears the packet open.

This time I take it from him and roll it down his thick length.

He groans as I do it, thrusting shallowly in my hand.

I wriggle up the bed and position him at my core.

He thrusts hard, and he’s inside me in one go.

My eyes roll back in pleasure as he fills me perfectly.

Before long, another orgasm overtakes me, and shortly after, his follows.

Afterwards, we shower together and have round three under the warm spray.

“So…” Rossi raises an eyebrow, and I know what he’s referring to, but I don’t give in easily.

“So?” I raise an eyebrow back, cocking my hip.

“The duke’s son?”

“I’m a big enough girl to have my friends over, Gabriele Rossi.”

He smirks at me, and I know the point he’s trying to make is about who I have here, and honestly, he’s not the only one who is confused. Thing is, I’m not sure I’m ready to fully examine that. Rossi isn’t letting it go though.

“I thought you two didn’t get on?”

“We don’t.”

“I’ll never understand women.” He shakes his head and stands, walking over to the coffee machine. “As long as he’s being respectful and treating you right, then whatever makes you happy is good with me.”

My cheeks heat when I recall exactly how Asher treated me last night, and several times this morning, and I’m glad Rossi has his back to me .

He adds milk to my coffee, then slides it across the table to me before sitting back down opposite me.

“I will put a bullet in the skull of anyone who hurts you. And not just because your father pays me to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I mumble into my coffee. He unfolds his paper and goes back to reading the sports section, as though he didn’t just casually threaten to blow out the brains of a nineteen-year-old over breakfast.

I don’t know what will happen between Asher and me. Maybe this will be a few weeks of fun, or even fizzle out in a couple of days, but Rossi has nothing to worry about.

Asher won’t hurt me.

I’d have to give him my heart for that to happen.