The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(102)

He’d felt so good; I hadn’t even remembered. This was scary as much as it was powerful. Whatever was happening between us wasn’t just normal sex; he’d been right about that.

When he pushed back into me from behind again, I was ready this time, but the shock of his dick inside me was still a delicious rush. I pushed back into him and he surged forward. His groan of satisfaction told me he liked my eagerness. Then he gathered a handful of my hair at the base of my neck and kept my head pinned to my pillow while I lifted my ass to give him deeper access. In return, he groaned. I started to come in hard heaving pants.

I blurted out broken Spanish, because for some reason that was the language that came to me when I was in the throes of passion.

But he seemed to know I was blurting out how much I enjoyed this because he muttered “Fuck, yeah,” before slamming into me to release himself.

This time, he actually had the wherewithal to get his condom off and thrown into a nearby trash can before he curled up onto his side and gathered me close to cuddle with him. With a lazy yawn, he mumbled, “Good thing we don’t understand each other and can’t talk after sex, anyway, because you’d get a really shitty conversation out of me if we could.”

I grinned, not minding how I could put his butt to sleep so easily. He needed all the rest he could get.

When he began to breathe heavily behind me, I closed my eyes and rested.

I have no idea how long we slept, curled up together like that. I just knew a phenomenon had taken place because I could never cuddle with a guy for the full night. Five minutes with Fisher, and I’d been squirming away because he’d been too hot and stifling.

With Asher, it felt too nice to move.

But I had to get out of here...unless I wanted to confess everything to him, which I so didn’t. Not right now. Not while his apartment still smelled like sex.

I’d done the ultimate. I’d slept with him on top of all the rest of my deception.

I was like the worst of the worst now.

Still...I couldn’t regret it a full hundred percent because, well, damn...last night might’ve been the best night of my life.

Glancing back at him one last time, I crept out of his bed before I hunted up my purse, called my roommate and whisper-hissed-demanded she come pick me up this very instant.

Twenty minutes later, wearing my heels and dress from the night before, I stood outside Asher’s apartment, hugging my purse to my stomach as Jodi’s car pulled into the alley. I barely gave her time to stop next to me before I was pulling open the passenger side door and muttering, “Go!”

The bitch wouldn’t stop grinning at me as she put the car into drive. “Well, he must’ve been good if the rat’s nest in your hair says anything about it.”

“Fuck you,” I muttered, immediately brushing out my hair with my fingers. “This is all your fault. I did not want to sleep with him, Jodi. Jesus, what were you and Caroline thinking? You orchestrated this whole thing, didn’t you?”

“Oh, calm down, will you, puta. We merely arranged a happy coincidental meeting between the two of you. We didn’t put his penis in your *. That was all you.”

“Jesus, God,” I sobbed, tears instantly pouring down my cheeks. “I slept with him. I can’t believe I slept with him.”

“Really, sweetie.” Jodi sighed. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was just sex.”

To her, the joining of two bodies was just sex, yes. But to me...it meant something. I couldn’t program my body and heart and head into thinking it was just a good time. And besides, nothing that had happened the night before could ever be classified as just sex. So I wailed, “No, it wasn’t. I’ve just compounded my betrayal to him by double. Fuck, triple. He’ll never forgive me for this when he finds out. He’s going to hate me.”

“You never know,” Jodi argued. “Just how good was it last night?”

“The best ever,” I muttered miserably, wiping at my running mascara with a tissue I found in my purse.

“Well, then maybe it’ll be easier for him to get over the lie...if he wants more from you.” When she winked, I only groaned.

“No. He’ll hate me. It was that good, Jodi. I freaking fell in love with him. I mean, I honest to God love everything about Asher Hart. He’s the best man, best lover, best friend I ever had.”

I vaguely realized I’d just said he was a better friend to me than she was, but not even Jodi took umbrage with the slight. Suddenly, not so cavalier to my misery, she gulped and said, “Oh. Well...that may change things.”

“You think?” I sobbed. “What am I supposed to do now?”

But not even Jodi had any sage advice for me.





By two that afternoon, I’d calmed myself so that I didn’t burst into tears at the drop of a hat, but it took a lot of coaxing from Jodi to get me to go to band practice.

“Why are you so adamant I go?” I whined. “You never wanted me to stay in the band in the first place.”

“Well, you didn’t listen, so now you’re a full-fledged member and it’s your duty. Besides, Asher would wonder why you didn’t show up, and if he puts too many one plus ones together, he might figure out the truth. You want him to find out this way?”

“No.” I totally didn’t. So I got my ass in gear and showed up to practice. I was the second-to-last to arrive—only Asher was later than I was, which was unheard of all by itself.