Asher
“Her? Who’s her?” Blondie demanded, her face turning the color of her dress as she glared at me.
I peered back at her clueless, not sure why I said that crap out of nowhere. I was sweating hard, my heart slamming against my chest and there was a weird sensation, an unspoken need that made my skin prickle and my veins almost about to pop with frustration.
“I…” I rubbed my face and as much as I really needed to f**k the life out of someone at the moment, the idea of touching the blonde didn’t feel appealing.
And it blew my mind because the blonde was exactly the kind of woman I usually desired. I knew when I stripped her dress off, I would be greeted with expensive, sexy lingerie underneath. I knew she would be the one who would moan so loudly that probably both my brothers two
