Page 165 of Crystal Luna
“Yes.” And the moment he thought of it, pictures of Vel’s pretty little mouth wrapped around Isaiah’s cock filled both their minds.
“I dreamed something last night. Not exactly that, but I think I felt it.” Isaiah opened his mouth to apologise but Asher cut him off. “I didn’t ask out of jealousy—I was just curious.”
Isaiah took a moment to search his brother’s mind for any hint of a lie, but then nodded and left the room. Of course Asher was a little jealous—it was hard not to be. But they’d accepted that a little jealousy was normal.
Not too much later, shuffling upstairs let him know that Vel was awake.
He greeted her with a smile as she appeared in her pyjamas. “I’m making pancakes.”
She advanced into the room and leaned over to smell the batter in the bowl. Her messy hair was hastily tied into a bun and Asher couldn’t help but run his eyes over the body that was barely covered in a thin tank top and pyjama pants.
“Did you add vanilla?” she asked.
“No, should I?”
“I always added vanilla.”
“Isaiah always did complain that I was doing it wrong.”
With a knowing grin she turned to the pantry and rummaged through the shelves, returning with a bottle of vanilla extract that Asher added to the bowl.
“Isaiah always had the biggest cup of coffee with vanilla pancakes and maple syrup. You liked the cinnamon apple croissants. Larissa loved her smoothie and Ely always wanted sweet French toast.”
Her words hit Asher like a punch in the stomach. She’d memorised their orders, slaving away each morning to fulfil their every need.
“Where is Isaiah?” she asked, changing the topic.
“Gym.” Asher dropped the spoon into the bowl, not even caring that pancake batter sloshed over the sides and across the counter. He went to Vel, wrapping his arms around her waist. He had the sudden urge to drop to his knees and apologise over and over for the things he’d put her through. Her eyes widened as he lifted her and planted her ass on the counter.
“Wha—”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, stepping between her thighs. “So, so sorry,” he repeated with a smattering of kisses across her collarbone.
“Because you forgot the vanilla?” she asked completely clueless, her tone so fucking adorable it made his heart clench.
“For hurting you. For being an asshole who did nothing but use you.”
Finally, it clicked, her face dawning with realisation.
“You did so much for us and I never gave you so much as a thank-you. I never showed you any ounce of gratitude for you cooking every meal, cleaning my room, or doing my homework. We didn’t even give you a proper room to rest at night.”
Vel’s face softened. “Asher…”
“No, Vel.” He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and stroked her legs with his thumbs. “I was a fucking asshole. I can’t even begin to imagine everything we put you through.”
“Stop.”
“I can’t.”
She roughly took his jaw in her hands and forced his gaze up. “Shut up. Yes, you were a shitface, but I can’t handle thinking about anymore shitty things right now, okay?”
He bit his lip and nodded, as much as her tight grip allowed. “Can I make you think about something else?” he asked, hopeful as his hands pushed higher on her thighs.
Asher couldn’t help but think about pulling the lower lip she’d captured again from between her teeth and soothing it with his tongue. Though she tried to play it cool, Asher saw her breathing pick up and her nipples harden beneath the pathetic fabric she called a shirt.
“What would you do?” she asked, her eyes dropping to his hardening dick.
“Hm, I’m pretty hungry,” he thought out loud, pushing his hands even higher. “Maybe I’ll have you for breakfast.” Vel flinched as Asher’s thumb found her clit through the sheer fabric of her pants. “And then I’ll have my way with you.”