“Yeah, fucking really. You have me out here acting like a psychopath.” She snorts a laugh. “Not a joke, sweetness.” That only makes her laugh harder. I find myself smiling as her giggles fill the inside of the car. What am I going to do with this girl?

Keep her.

11

Molly

I try to stretch my body as I start to wake, but I can’t move. My eyes peek open a small amount. Enough so that I can see the sunshine coming in through the bottom of the curtains, but my bedroom is mostly dark. I blink, letting them adjust as the reality of my current situation starts to fully come back to me. The night before and everything that went down flashes through my mind.

“Oh God.”

“You can just call me Asher.” A squeal leaves me.

I try to jump up, but again, I get nowhere. I’m on my side with Asher’s leg thrown over both of mine. He’s got his arm wrapped around me, holding me close. His face is buried in my hair. I can feel his warm breath against my neck.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

“Thought you said this wasn’t your house, so this isn’t your bed. That means you are in my bed.”

I roll my eyes. “Smart ass.” I try to wiggle free but freeze when he lets out a low deep groan. His hips thrust forward, causing his cock to grind into my ass. “Am I naked?”

He squeezes my breast that is in his hand in a silent answer.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to give him an earful, but more of the night comes back to me. He’d brought me to my room where he’d made me drink water and eat a muffin before taking some pills.

I’d proceeded to get undressed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the memories start to come to the surface. I remember the part where I threw my dress at him before I stripped the rest of my clothes off and jumped into bed, where I told him to get on with it. To eat me as he’d said he wanted to do.

He didn’t. He did, however, strip off his clothes down to his boxers and get into the bed with me and pulled me into his arms. I was drunk, so he wouldn’t do anything with me. But he did let me do what I wanted. I’d climbed on top of him and rubbed myself against him until I’d gotten off. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what happened, but that last part could have been a dream.

I lick my dry lips. “Did I…” I trail off. “Did I like…” Again, the words won’t come out.

“Rub your bare pussy against my cock until you came?”

“Asher!” I hiss his name.