“You can’t park here. You’re blocking all these cars.” I pick her up and put her in the seat. “Hey!” I pull her seat belt over her and click it in place. I pause, my face so close to hers. She licks her lips, her tongue grazing my mouth.

“Yeah, I blame you,” I say before I kiss her hard. I hold my mouth to hers for a long moment. Some of that rage I’ve been feeling melts away. I pull back. “You’re in enough trouble. If I were you, I'd watch it.”

“Watch what?” She glances all around, actually trying to find something. I fight a laugh as I shut the door. I suck in a deep breath, running my hand across my mouth.

“Is that Asher Score?” I hear someone say. I need to get out of here.

“Was he kissing Molly?” another girl asks. Part of me wants whoever these girls are to spread that shit around so that everyone knows she belongs to me. But we’re not there yet. We will be soon enough. It’s inevitable, but tomorrow is my father’s birthday. It will have to wait.

When I get into the car, I check my phone to make sure Chase has my sister. If Molly was drinking, it’s a good bet Emily was too. Chase was right. I thought Emily would be more responsible, but clearly, I was wrong.

Molly taps away at the screen, trying to figure the music out. At least that’s what I’m guessing she’s trying to do.

“These things are stupid. Smart cars make me feel not so smart.” She huffs, giving up and folding her arms over her chest. It pushes her tits up, showing off way too much cleavage.

“Is that your dress?” She glances down, clearly not even remembering what dress she is wearing. “Your tits are falling out of it.”

“They are not!” She drops her folded arms. “It’s your sister's dress. She’s tiny, so it’s a bit snug on me.” Her bottom lip juts out. “Since I’ve moved into your stupid house, that chef has been trying to plump me up.” She mutters something about Hansel and Gretel. “He’s probably going to cook and eat me.”

“No one but me is going to be eating you.” I throw the SUV into drive.

“I was making a joke, and you turned it into something else.”

“I wasn’t.” I pull out onto the main road. “Remind me to thank the chef.”

“Asher,” she whispers my name. I glance over to see she’s got her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. My words have taken some of the steam out of her, and I don’t think in a good way.

“All I’m saying is every inch of you is driving me fucking crazy.” I reach down and openly adjust my hard cock.

“Really?” She peeks over at me.