How You Taste

ELYSSIA

An unfamiliar yet sweet fragrance wafted through the air filling my nostrils. Liam, my brother didn't smell this… pleasing, except he was trying to get a girl. That was out of the question since he hadn't gotten a girlfriend after… .

My lashes fluttered open, a ray of sunlight bounced straight into my eyes forcing me to shut it.

Ahh…

An intense pounding at the back of my head started like I had taken too many drinks.

Talking about drinks, my mouth reeked of alcohol and despair.

I opened my eyes again, this time to see someone standing by the mirror, shirtless.

Veins scattered at the back of his arms, muscles flexing in the right place, and heavens, the way his body arched while he dried his hair.

Who was this angel, and what was he doing in my room?

The answer came sooner than expected. A painful wave of memory struck me, making me wince.

Last night, that bastard of a boyfriend had cheated on me… then somehow, I found myself at this crazy party and took too many drinks…

“Fuck,” I breathed, realizing who the fuck I had laid with.

Asher.

No, not just any Asher, but Asher Lumen, the perfect and most wholesome slut.

“Undressing the rest of me huh?” He scoffed. “This should be illegal, sweetheart.”

My heart actually missed a beat.

Smooth voice, dirty smile and that glint that said he knew exactly who I was and what he was doing.

Yeah, he was also a jerk.

I sat up, realizing I was fully clothed. This should've meant that nothing had happened. Then, why was my body remembering things my clothes couldn't?

Except this was some kind of mind game, I remembered the sensation of his tongue as it slid into me.

No, Ellie, not now.

Asher took long strides towards me, his eyes raking my face, searching for something I wasn't sure of.

He stepped closer, alarmingly closer, so I jerked further onto the bed.

“Last night was fun, Elyssia,” he said in a low note.

Shit. Why did this one memory decide to come now?

The one where I shamelessly threw myself at him, kissing him, rubbing his cock against my thighs.

He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking because he gave a lopsided grin.

“But Liam would be worried. Let's make this our little secret, yes?”

The realization had already dawned on me, but the repercussions hadn't.

This was Asher. Who didn't know him, the star striker of the hockey team. The guy who got away with everything under the sun… and sheesh, he was the bane of my brother's existence.

Slowly, guilt crept in making every shred of heart flips I had dissipate into thin air.

I moved to the other end of the bed like an awkward teenager, running my fingers through my hair.

He watched with interest, obviously amused at my childishness.

This wasn't supposed to happen. If only Justin kept his cock in place, I wouldn't be in this situation. And I definitely wouldn't have ended up in this jerk's bed!

“You're a strange girl,” he pressed on, probably needing to provoke me, but I wasn't going to yield to his antics.

Still, I couldn't leave looking like a rabid dog. It was too late in the morning.

Asher reached me in two steps as I placed my legs on the floor.

He bent over, hot breath brushing my skin.

Ahh… he smelled like pleasure and he intended to cloud my judgement with it because tell me why he leaned so close to me.

“Liam didn't tell me his little sister was this sweet… You tasted so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear.

I swallowed hard.

Fuck, I needed to get home fast, rabid dog or not.

The hairs at my neck stood, goosebumps scattered all over my body. I could hardly resist his charms, but I wasn't falling for it one bit.

He was my brother's rival and enemy.

A tingling sensation jolted through me as his tongue made contact with my ear. My shoulders jerked, my legs clamped together at such a small thing as that.

‘Get your shit together, Ellie!’ I cursed within.

“I hope we see more of each other…”

“No, we won't,” I blurted, pushing him away from me.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my bag — not minding the lipstick beside it— and strode out the door.

I didn't stop walking until I reached my car and the engine roared to life.

There was something my brother and I finally agreed on.

We didn't like Asher Lumen.

In fact, we despised him.

The only thing I had to do was avoid him, and I was never really one to stand out.

I hit the wheels, driving home in disarray.

***

Liam's arms were folded when I opened the door. The look on his face told me he had been ringing up my phone and couldn't get me.

As soon as I stepped in, he threw the question at me.

“Where were you, Elyssia?”

I held my chest pretending to be hurt.

“Ouch, what happened to the Ellie you always called me.”

His frown deepened when he lifted his eyes to my face.

Yeah, I looked like a dejected pea about to get squashed by a moving car.

“It's not funny. I had to call that…” he sighed, holding back on insulting Justin.

To be honest, I needed those insults now.

I moved to the couch, dropping lazily onto it with a tired sigh. Telling him about the party was off limits, and I couldn't bear to see his betrayed expression if he found out I spent the night with his enemy.

So I lied.

“Justin broke up with me so I spent the night at a friend's place… crying.” That wasn't technically a lie.

He did ditch me for some random girl that in his words was more sexually appealing to him.

I didn't want to think about that now. It was still too much to process.

I half expected Liam to laugh, instead he fumbled with his fingers, lips curled downwards.

“I never liked that guy. He had this whoring personality.”

That made me smile only a little.

He could call him names for all I cared. That would make me feel better.

“Yeah, I caught him cheating. It was our first anniversary too…”

I pushed down the emotions that were whirling in me.

“You know how hard I worked on that cake and I saw him cock deep in…” I stopped. Going further would break me.

There was so much on my mind, and he wasn't supposed to be part of them.

Liam heaved.

“Stand up, Ellie. Go take a shower and I'll treat you to some ice cream,” he smiled brightly, making an attempt to cheer me up.

It worked. Or at least I pretended it did.

Standing from the couch, I moved past him making to go upstairs. His words stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Your friend must have a peculiar cologne.”

Shit.

My pulse began to palpitate blocking my hearing.

“Ye… yes,” I stuttered, stumbling up the stairs, hoping he somehow couldn't connect the dots.

Half the hockey team was there at the Sins of Asher party last night. Half the hockey team didn't know who I was since they never came over to our place.

That was a plus for me.

He wouldn't know. After all, I was his good baby sister.