Page 46 of The Consequence of You
“What are you thinking about?” I murmur.
“I’m thinking… The only time we aren’t giving each other shit is when we’re doing this. So maybe we should do this more often?”
His lustful gaze is too much, and I nod. He looks surprised at how quickly I agree.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I confirm, nodding more forcefully.
He grabs my knees, pulling me forwards so I lose my balance and land on my arse on the bouncy mattress. Heleans forwards, advancing on me until I let myself fall back. Leaning over me, crowding me, stalking me like I’m his prey. But then he stops suddenly, and a look of insecurity flashes across his face.
“Before we go any further…”
I look at him quizzically. Unsure of what he’s going to ask me.
“What is it?” It’s unusual to see uncertainty on his face.
“Why did you meet Nico last night?”
I don’t want to lie to him but it’s hard to give him a full answer without sharing the reason we broke up.
“I told you yesterday. I owed him a conversation.”
“But why now?”
“Because it was time.” My answer is vague, but Asher seems to accept it.
“You won’t see him again?” Asher phrases it as a question, but the way he holds himself stiffly, I can’t help but wonder if it’s more of an instruction.
This arrangement Asher has proposed is nothing more than that of fuckbuddies, but I can imagine he doesn’t like to share his playthings given his upbringing. I should tell the asshole where to go, but I have no intention of seeing Nico again, or anyone else for that matter, so I let him think it’s on his instruction if it makes him happy.
“I have no plans to see Nico again.”
“Good.” He seems satisfied with my answer. Before he can ask me anything else, I run my hands down his sides until I reach his boxers and push them down over his hips, so his cock springs out. Asher presses down, trapping it between us. He moves up and down, rubbing his hardness gently across my sensitive apex as I wrap my legs around him. We stay like that for a few seconds, chasing the sensation.
After a few minutes Asher grabs a condom and tears the packet open. This time I take it from him and roll it down his thick length. He groans as I do it, thrusting shallowly in my hand. I wriggle up the bed and position him at my core. He thrusts hard, and he’s inside me in one go. My eyes roll back in pleasure as he fills me perfectly. Before long, another orgasm overtakes me, and shortly after, his follows.
Afterwards, we shower together and have round three under the warm spray.
“So…” Rossi raises an eyebrow, and I know what he’s referring to, but I don’t give in easily.
“So?” I raise an eyebrow back, cocking my hip.
“The duke’s son?”
“I’m a big enough girl to have my friends over, Gabriele Rossi.”
He smirks at me, and I know the point he’s trying to make is aboutwhoI have here, and honestly, he’s not the only one who is confused. Thing is, I’m not sure I’m ready to fully examine that. Rossi isn’t letting it go though.
“I thought you two didn’t get on?”
“We don’t.”
“I’ll never understand women.” He shakes his head and stands, walking over to the coffee machine. “As long as he’s being respectful and treating you right, then whatever makes you happy is good with me.”
My cheeks heat when I recall exactly how Ashertreatedme last night, and several times this morning, and I’m glad Rossi has his back to me.
He adds milk to my coffee, then slides it across the table to me before sitting back down opposite me.
