She's Not My Type

ASHER

I had always known Liam Dominik had a sister. Beautiful brown eyes that caught the sunlight, chestnut hair that fell over her shoulders. I'd seen her countless times with him, and Christ knew, I hadn't cared one bit.

She'd walk across the street, her head held high in pride, while the confidence exuding around her held such grace. Still, I didn't bother to glance at her — not even for once.

Not until that night at the party. The night she'd so boldly laid claim to my body.

“Fuck,” I hissed, turning on the shower. Water rushed over my hair, sliding down my body to my toes. The warmth eased some of the tension in my muscles.

She wasn't my type.

Too serious. Too uptight. And what again? She was Liam's sister. That alone was reason enough to stay away from her.

A chuckle escaped my lips at the thought of Liam's face when he found out about my not-so-romantic encounter with his sister.

In our fragile relationship, there was a line I couldn't cross — a boundary I couldn't afford to break.

Yet, I was doing the one thing that'll get me beaten up and sent straight to the infirmary.

“Elyssia,” her name rolled off my tongue so smoothly. It felt sweet. Interesting. Just like her.

I'd never wanted to explore someone the way I wanted to explore her. It was exactly why I'd enrolled in some of her classes.

Not because I liked psychology or found it of any interest to me. Shit, I didn't even fancy my major and I was flunking those classes badly.

Steam curled around me as I stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist, showing my v-lines.

I let out a sigh as my phone came on.

Another frat party.

I wasn't planning on going, but with everything going on in my head, I needed something. Someone. Anything to loosen the fucking knot tied in the pit of my stomach.

A drink would do, but it wouldn't do too much.

Thirty minutes. That was all I needed to get ready and make it to the party.

I threw on a shirt and a pair of jorts, grabbed my keys, and hurried downstairs, only to find my oh-so-perfect brother sitting there with a book in his hand.

His hair was neatly cut unlike mine that fell to my face most of the time. Even the woody scent clinging to him was enough to describe his entire personality.

“You're going out? It's late,” he murmured, eyes still fixated on his book.

I rolled my eyes, walking past him. He didn't need to know my whereabouts or whatever the fuck I did with my life.

He was Press Lumen, father's beloved son, and I was…

“Go suck your cock or something, just mind your business,” I said in a gruff tone, slamming the door shut behind me.

As soon as the night breeze brushed past my face, I halted, leaning back against the door. My shoulders dropped, a deep sigh leaving my lips.

I'd planned to spend my night drunk and raving, making sure every thought about this family disappeared from my head.

Taking a deep breath, I headed towards my car.

Tonight was supposed to be fun.

And I planned on making it just that.

***

The party had taken off two hours ago, yet when I stepped into my teammates house, the loud music assaulted my ears, and jeez, there was so much chatter coming from almost everywhere.

Searching the room, my eyes met with Beau who was sprawled onto a couch, a fine as hell brunette sitting on his lap. He flashed a lopsided grin when he saw me, and stretched out his hand for our handshake.

“Yo, Ash. Thought you wouldn't show up,” he slurred, clearly drunk.

I dropped onto the couch beside him, grabbed a bottle of beer, and gulped it down before returning my gaze to him. “Why?”

The alcohol washed down my throat, giving me a kind of satisfaction, my life never gave.

The girl, Jane, leaned closer, her breast pressing against his chest. That smile on her face said exactly what she wanted. I looked away, taking another swig from my bottle.

“You know, practice is starting soon, and you of all people know how you get during times like this.”

Yeah, I could be a pain in the ass during the preseason.

My shoulders sagged. Just then, a girl came up, her blonde hair swaying as she walked up to me.

“Leah,” I said, looking her over.

She wore a short dress that rode higher up her thighs as she walked, showing off her smooth skin. Her hips swayed, tempting the shit out of me.

But hey, I didn't falter. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and also somewhat close to Liam — or she was just stuck to him like an infection that refused to heal. Because that guy hadn't looked at a girl once, not after what happened years ago.

I scooted over and she sat so close to me, our bodies almost melted together.

“Asherrrr…” dragging my name that way wasn't going to do her any good, and she knew it damn well.

“You start practice next week, right?” Her fingers found their way down to my waistband. Slowly, she slipped them just beneath it, caressing my waist so gently that a shiver ran down my spine.

“You suck, Leah.” I wet my lower lip, wondering if this was a good idea.

Liam wasn't present, ever the good boy with a goal to achieve. But this babe over here wanted to have a taste of everyone in the team, me included.

She chuckled, hopping off the sofa. That was my cue, I let her lead the way into one of the bathrooms, following like a hypnotized little bastard.

After all, I came into the party to have the worldliest fun of my life, and sex was part of that fun.

As soon as the door shut, I backed her in a corner, eyeing her pink glossy lips.

Leah was gorgeous, with her electrifying blue eyes, and that godforsaken smile that charmed even the women. Yet, she wasn't interesting.

I liked interesting.

She looked up at me, her heart racing before I'd even begun doing anything. “I've heard the rumours. Tell me, cupcake, how good are you?”

A low grin spread across my lips.

I opened my mouth to speak, but a finger pressed over it. “Shh, quit talking. Show me how fucking good you are.”

Without much hesitation, I jammed my lips with hers, taking in the pleasant scent of lavender. I felt her body quiver under my touch, as my hands moved down to her ass. It was round, and soft when I grabbed it and squeezed it.

She let out a soft gasp, leaning further into me.

Once I started kissing, I never stopped until every part of me was burning.

Her neck. Her cheeks. Her breasts.

Just one pop of her bra was enough to reveal the fullness of her breast. Her nipples perked out of her tight dress, wanting a taste of my lips.

In frenzied hunger, she took off her dress, letting it drop to her ankle.

Then, I made for it, taking her tit into my mouth. My tongue grazed over it, and her breath hitched, just like every other girl I'd encountered. I sucked gently at first, my hand rubbing her other nipples in slow circles. Her head rolled back, hands holding the sink so she wouldn't lose it.

“Ahh…” she cried, her body as warm as summer, legs growing weak.

Just as I lifted my head, the door flung open, and there stood the one person I'd already managed to make a terrible impression on.

Elyssia.

Her expression remained perfectly flat as she looked between us.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I need to pee.”