Page 27 of Rough and Rugged

“Stop treating me like I’m a delicate flower.Fuck me, Everett.”

My eyes rolled back at the words, my need ramping up. “Bossy little bottom,” I growled. Snapping my hips forward, I lost my rhythm and composure in him. My mind blanked as pleasure and sensations took over, and the feel of him became my focal point. Nothing else mattered. The hotel could be on fire, and I wouldn’t hear it, too wrapped up in Asher. I vaguely remembered to knock his hand away, finally stroking him. At my touch, he exploded, spilling over me and the bed. His ass squeezed me tighter as he came, sending me reeling after him.

My vision blurred and tingles spread from my toes to my head. My balls drew up tight, and the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced exploded out of me. I covered Asher’s body with mine, my lips peppering kisses on his back.

“Shit, sorry.” I rolled over, tugging him into my arms.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I was crushing you.”

“I liked it.” He lifted a shoulder, and I drew him closer, kissing his forehead without thinking.

I was dangerously close to feeling something more than sexual attraction for him, but I knew the score, and this was only one night.

After a brief rest, we cleaned, then dirtied ourselves again in the shower for round two and three. Round four and five occurred against the wall and the desk and we finally fell asleep around four in the morning. So when someone pounded on the door a few hours later, I didn’t immediately register it. I groaned, nuzzling my head into him. I didn’t get to cuddle often, so I took advantage of the opportunity.

“Make it stop,” Asher groaned.

“Asher Carmichael Devlin! Open up or I’m coming in,” a voice shouted, sounding familiar, but my post-orgasmic mind was too tired. The name, however, snagged on something deep, shaking my sleepy haze away.

Just as I realized why the name sounded familiar, the door opened, and in stumbled the last person I ever expected to see in my hookup’s room.

I bolted upright, my eyes locking with hers. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of me bare-chested in bed. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes ping-ponging between me and the man beside me.

“Leave me alone, Min. I’ll be all yours in a few hours, but let me enjoy my last bit of freedom,” Asher grumbled into his pillow, missing our exchange.

Mindy’s shock turned to glee at the sound of her name, and she jumped on the bed, putting herself between us. She wrapped her arms around us and wobbled to and fro as she hugged us, seeming to forget we were half-naked in bed. Thank god we’d put on boxers after the last time. I did not need my best friend to see my dick.

“Oh my god! This is the best thing ever! Even better thanmegetting married! I’d come in here to yell at you for not telling me you had a new boyfriend, and I find this! Eek! Tell me everything!”

“Boyfriend? What are you going on about, Min? And how did you know I was here? I purposefully didn’t tell anyone.” He rolled over, shoving Mindy off him. “Geez, I love you, sis, but boundaries. I’m sure Lumbergump doesn’t want you all up in his business.” He turned to me, his cheeks red. “I’m sorry, Everett. Ignore my sister.”

“You already have nicknames! Awww! Wait until I tell Mom. She’s gonna flip!”

My brain malfunctioned from the back-and-forth. Asher glared at his sister. Somehow, even doing that, he was still the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

“Why would Mom care about my hookup? And you didn’t answer me about the boyfriend or room. Answer, or I’ll tell Mitch why you had to wear adult diapers in the fifth grade.”

Mindy’s smile turned feral, and she launched herself at Asher, tickling him. “Shut your mouth, punk. And if you didn’t want me to know about your boyfriend, you shouldn’t have told the family gossip.”

“I give!” he shouted when Mindy twisted his nipple.

I blinked my eyes at their behavior. Siblings were weird.

“Fucking Cliff.” Asher shoved her off and sat up, keeping the sheet covering his lower half. He ran his fingers through his hair before lifting his eyes to meet mine, softness appearing before turning to embarrassment. “Sorry about this. There’s a reason I don’t come home that often. Mindy, quit being a brat. You’re scaring Everett.”

She launched herself at me this time. I caught her, already used to her outlandish behavior. She giggled as she planted kisses on my face.

“Jesus, Min!” Asher reached for her, attempting to save me from his sister. Damn, that was cute.

“What?” she asked. “E’s used to my hugs.”

He froze, his arms lifted in the air between us. “Um, what?”

“I was going to introduce you two at lunch, but it looks like you already know each otherverywell if the sex stench is anything to go by. And boyfriends! This is the best wedding gift ever.”

“Mindy, not to spoil your fun, but neither of us knew who the other was,” I admitted.

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