Fractured Fear (The Devils of New York #1)

Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

SPENCER

A sher did indeed sign up for a gym membership which is inconvenient, but at least Joey is getting more business. That’s probably the only upside of being attacked.

Maybe not the only upside.

Inner Spencer is in full sass mode today.

Okay, fine. I admit that maybe there are other positive things. Specifically three things. Or three persons who will remain forever nameless, but nothing can come of it. I’m leaving. I have my plan drawn out. I just hope I don’t fuck up the execution.

With our workouts complete, we make a pitstop at the Starry Night Smoothies. Surprisingly, Asher ordered a green smoothie. Unsurprisingly, Rio ordered a peanut butter chocolate smoothie. Zane got the same as I did, a fruit smoothie, to which Rio called Zane a suck up while pretending to cough. I smacked his back while sipping his smoothie causing him to actually cough from choking.

My phone rings when I’m halfway done with my fruit-filled deliciousness. As I tap the answer button, I lower my voice and prepare myself for the conversation.

“Mom, is everything okay?”

Her concern pours from her tone. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you. I was worried. Are you okay?”

“It’s only been a couple weeks.” I sigh.

“I’m your mother, I'm allowed to worry,” she raises her voice as she continues and I wince. “You left three years ago without giving me an explanation as to why, and now all I get are these short phone calls.”

“I know, Mom. I’m sorry.” I deflate.

“Tell me where you are, so I can come be with you.”

My chin quivers. “You know I can’t do that.”

“I deserve to know!”

My head shakes back and forth and my eyes blink rapidly. She’s never gotten aggressive like that before.

I slump in my seat and rub my forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

A hand grabs my phone and ends the call while Mom’s voice still blares through the phone. My jaw drops in Rio’s direction and his head turns to Asher and Zane. Zane’s lips are pressed flat, Asher’s jaw is set tight, and Rio’s arms are crossed.

“What the hell guys?”

“Yeah, what the hell, Spence? Does she always talk to you like that?” Rio’s gaze narrows.

“She’s just concerned.” Each of their expressions prove they don’t believe my answer.

“She seemed pretty adamant to know where you are,” Zane says.

“Any mother would do the same,” I argue.

They each give me a speculative glance and drop the topic. We finish our smoothies in silence and jog back to my apartment. Once there, Rio and Zane each kiss my cheek and leave for work, and Asher sticks around.

I’m in my shower while Asher relaxes in my living room. The only barrier between us while I’m naked, covered in soap, is a simple door. The knowledge is unnerving yet intoxicating. I shouldn’t be thinking about him while I’m in here. Not like that, but I can’t help it. Watching him at the gym has awoken a carnal woman inside, and she isn’t going to sleep any time soon.

My thighs clench together, and I feel a flush taking over my body that has nothing to do with the hot water raining down on me. My skin begins to itch and my pussy aches.

“Fuck it.” My hand glides down my wet body. My finger rubs teasing circles around my clit, wishing it was a different hand bringing me pleasure.

Asher looks like a man who knows how to make me scream. He would play my body like a fiddle and whisper filthy words in my ear, setting my skin on fire.

“Work that greedy pussy on my fingers, Princess,” he’d say.

I would lean against the wall for support and open my legs for him while he guides his knee between my thighs. His massive fingers would be too big to fit, but he’d work them in.

My finger flicks over my sensitive bud causing a whimper to slip free. I bite my lip to prevent any more sounds escaping, but it’s not enough. My other hand cups my heavy breast, and I swipe my thumb over my pebbled nipple still wishing it was a large calloused hand instead.

Slipping my fingers inside my pussy I gasp and swipe my thumb back and forth over that little bundle of nerves.

“Come for me, baby. Squeeze the life out of my fingers like you would my cock.” He would growl at me.

Imaginary Asher is too much to handle. When I pinch my nipple and give a little twist, I detonate. I open my mouth with his name on my lips and sink down to my knees as I draw out my orgasm.

“Asher.”

My fingers don’t stop until I’ve come back down to Earth.

A creek outside the bathroom door makes me freeze, fingers still buried inside my core and hand still cupping my boob.

There’s a light knock. “Everything okay in there?”

“Yep!” I shout.

“I thought I heard noises.”

Shit . Was I really that loud?

No. There’s no way. Wait. Was he listening?

“Nope! All good here!” I reply hoping he’ll drop it and never ask again. Instead of acknowledging me, he stomps away.

With a towel wrapped around my body, I look in the mirror and notice the pink that has taken over my cheeks. An orgasm does the body and mind good, but this orgasm has only made me hungry for a touch that’s not my own. A touch I have no right wanting.