Page 21 of Sin Bin Daddies
The bass pulses,vibrating through the club floor as I lean against the bar, nursing my drink, watching Asher do what he does best.
Flirt.
He’s in the center of the dance floor, one hand wrapped around a woman’s waist, the other tracing lazy patterns along the bare skin of her arm.
She’s laughing, tilting her head just so, giving him that look that says,I know exactly how this night is gonna end.
And I do too.
Because I know Asher.
He catches my eye from across the room, grins, then crooks a finger, motioning me over.
I exhale slowly, downing the rest of my drink before pushing off the bar and making my way toward them.
The woman turns as I approach, giving me a once-over, her gaze lingering on my chest before flicking back up to my face.
“This the broody one?” she teases, nudging Asher’s side.
Asher grins. “The one and only. Ford, meet Brielle. She’s a massage therapist and yoga instructor. Thought you could use the help.”
I arch a brow. “That so?” Judging by how she’s staring us down, she’s obviously a puck bunny.
“Tension’s written all over you.” She licks her lips and steps closer, pressing a warm hand to my shoulder, fingers kneading just slightly.
I inhale sharply.
“You carry it here,” she murmurs, rubbing small circles into my muscle. “And here.”
Her fingers skim down my arm slowly.
“Shit,” Asher groans. “He’s already melting. You’re a fucking magician.”
She laughs, turning back to him. “You bringing him home with us?”
Asher tilts his head toward me. “You in, Ford?”
I glance between them. The heat. The hunger. The invitation.
Then I exhale, rolling my shoulders. “Yeah. I’m in.”
The sun is barely rising, casting soft streaks of gold through the wide windows of Asher’s penthouse. The room is warm, the sheets a tangled mess, and Brielle is pressed between us, her leg hooked over mine, her body curled against Asher’s chest.
I shift slightly, adjusting, and—fuck.
I’m hard.
Of course I am. She’s warm, soft, her bare skin against mine.
For a second, I consider waking her up—one more round, slow and lazy, before the day starts.
But she’s out cold, breathing deep, completely wrecked from last night.
I huff a quiet laugh, dragging a hand over my face. Yeah, I’ll let her sleep.
Instead, I slide out of bed, grab my boxers, and head to the bathroom.
A quick shower, cool water washing away the last remnants of heat, and then I’m pulling on a pair of running shorts and sneakers Asher keeps at his place for me.
