Garrin,” she says a little breathlessly, giggling.
“Christ,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. “We need to talk, Asher. I’m calling the guys down here.”
“Sure thing, just give me a minute.”
I walk past them to the bar area, ignoring them as I pound out a message in our group text, telling the guys to get down here.
I’m forced to listen to the sounds of wet pussy meeting cock and the woman’s moans while I pour myself a scotch.
“Are you just about done?” I ask with no emotion as I turn with my drink in hand and lean back against the bar.
“Just give me one… ah… second… ah, yeah baby… that’s it.” He comes on a groan and stills inside the twit splayed out on the pool table.
Remind me to burn that thing.
When he pulls out of her, holding the base of his dick, he walks over close to where I am to throw the condom out. At least he’s smart enough to use a rubber even if he is fucked up.
The elevator dings and Ford, Lincoln and Ryker all step off.
“What the fuck, man? This isn’t high school,” Ryker says, storming into the room.
“Yeah, go fuck in your own room, Ash,” Lincoln adds.
The woman on the table doesn’t even bother to try and cover herself up or act embarrassed that they’ve been caught. Quality woman there, Asher.
“Sorry, guys. Her charms got the better of me and I acted impulsively. What can I say?”
“More like you’re messed up—again—and you’re not thinking straight.” Ford joins me at the bar and pours himself his own drink.
“Tell them, doll. We just got lost in the moment.” Asher makes his way back over to the pool table and shrugs on his T-shirt, covering the tattoos on his chest and leaving the ones on his arms on full display, then pulls on his black boxer briefs.
“Oh yeah. If you’re so smitten, what’s her name?” Ryker grins, knowing he’s got him.
Asher looks back at the woman, who’s now sitting on the edge of the pool table and twists his face into a pained look.
“That’s what I thought,” Ryker says.
The woman smacks Asher on the shoulder. “It’s Brandy! How could you forget?” She huffs and slides off the pool table, collecting her own clothes in the process.
The three of us stand and watch, amused, while she angrily gets dressed. For his part, Asher couldn’t care less, digging a joint out of his discarded pants on the floor and lighting it.
“Don’t call me!” she shouts as she stomps off toward the elevator.
Asher chuckles. “Not a problem.”
“You need to get your shit together,” Ryker says and points his finger at him, stepping forward. “One of these days you’re gonna make a mistake that puts all of us at risk.”
Asher blows smoke in his face and laughs. “For fuck’s sake, relax. It was a fuck.”
Lincoln pushes Ryker out of the way, probably able to tell that he’s a second from losing it.
“Ryker’s right, Ash. You need to get a handle on yourself. This isn’t high school anymore. We all have a lot more to lose.”
“Whatever you say, Linc.” He turns and walks over to the couch, plopping down in the corner.
“Why’d you call us all down here?” Ford asks from beside me.
“I had my dinner with Isla tonight.”
“She mentioned that earlier,” Ford says.
I whip my head in his direction. “What did she say?” I ask.
He shrugs. “What should she say? She said you’d asked her to dinner, and she’d accepted.”
“Did she say anything that might explain your dad’s sudden interest in her?” Ryker asks.
“No, not at all.” I turn and make eye contact with Lincoln. “Were you able to find anything out?”
He walks over to sit in the far corner of the couch away from Asher. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure you looked everywhere?” I ask.
He scowls at me as if I’m questioning his hacking abilities. These fucking computer types get so twisted if you even question anything.
“Of course I looked everywhere. There’s nothing to find. She went to college in Washington, then went to law school, graduated top of her class, hasn’t taken the bar yet. Had two roommates in undergrad. One of them was kind of cute”—he waggles his eyebrows—“the other not so much. She still keeps in touch with them, but not too much. Right now she rents an apartment just outside Washington. She doesn’t eat out a lot but seems to enjoy splurging on lingerie at La Perla, and her favorite takeout place seems to be the Chinese