He kisses the spot he nipped me before he lifts his head. Reality starts to come falling back down around me. I drop my head forward and see that I’ve pulled my skirt all the way up. It’s still fisted in my hands but all the way up, revealing my panties and his trapped hand.

I part my thighs and watch as he pulls the panties back into place before removing his hand. My heavy breathing fills the inside of the SUV. Asher brings his fingers to his mouth. I watch as he sucks them clean. A groan comes from him as he does it.

Oh my God.

I pull my skirt back down. “You taste like honey too.” He reaches down and adjusts his cock in his slacks. I see the hard outline. Then he pulls his seat belt back on before pulling back onto the road.

Neither of us say a word the rest of the way home. He pulls up the driveway and into the garage, shutting the door behind us. For a second, I wonder if I made it all up in my mind. I quickly get out of the car, but somehow he’s right there in front of me.

“Asher?”

“I want them.”

“Them?”

He drops down to one knee and reaches under my skirt, yanking my plain cotton panties down my legs. “Step out.”

I do as I’m told. I blame it all on shock. He stands, stuffing them into his pocket.

“You got your taste.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I got a sample.”

“A sample?” I gape at him.

“I want to taste your pussy, Molly. I want my face buried in it and covered in your sweetness. I want to make you come until you're screaming my name and begging me to give you more.” Holy crap.

“We can’t.” He presses me into the side of the SUV.

“We will.” His tone tells me that he’s serious.

“You’re my stepbrother,” I remind him. His cock presses into my stomach.

“You’re not going to the party.” He completely ignores what I said, or maybe he doesn’t want to hear it. I’m about to tell him I’ll do whatever I like, but I don’t get the chance.

“Molly.” I hear my mom call my name. Asher steps back before the door to the garage opens. “Your dress is here.”

“I’m coming,” I tell her, rushing past Asher.

“You will be again soon,” he whispers under his breath as I pass by him.

I know he’s not teasing. Asher Score only speaks the truth. I just don’t think I can handle his truth.

8

Asher

“Why are you in such a shit mood?” I ask Chase.

“I’m in a shit mood?” he says sarcastically.