“Sean was telling me about your apartment,” Becca said. “Sounds nice. I would love to see it.”
“Yeah,” I replied without comprehending what she’d said. I was too busy watching Red giggle and flirt with Chuck. Goddamn it! Last night she was telling me how I should have kissed her and now she’s flirting with that asshole!
Becca grabbed my chin and turned my head back to face her. “Why don’t we get out of here?” She pressed herself against me and my eyes immediately went to the abundance of skin coming out of her top.
I looked over her head and saw Chuck lean down and kiss Red’s neck as she giggled and reached for his shoulder. All of my instincts were telling me to go over there and rip Chuck off her, but that was not going to work out in my favor. I looked down at Becca, who was insanely hot and obviously ready to go. Then I looked back at Red, who was letting Chuck lead her down the hall. I snapped. I grabbed Becca’s hand.
“Fuck it, let’s go!” I headed for the door, dragging Becca along behind me.
“You two have fun!” Sean called after us.
The ride back to my apartment was short, but Becca wasted no time. She was all over me in the car, her lips and tongue on my neck and her hands in my lap. I was turned on and more than ready to go, but I was also seriously pissed.
I threw the car in park and grabbed Becca by the back of the neck, crushing my lips to hers. She moaned loudly as I kissed her hard. If Red was going to fuck around with Chuck then I was going to enjoy the hell out of this stacked chick trying to climb into my lap.
I got her out of the car and up the stairs, pressing her to my front door. I tried to get the door unlocked but was distracted as her hands started to unbutton my jeans.
Once inside, I lifted her and carried her to my room, dropping her onto the bed. She bit her lip and reached for the three buttons holding together what already wasn’t much of a top. I pulled my shirt over my head as she sat up, pulled my zipper down, and yanked my jeans down my legs.
I unclasped her bra and roughly cupped her breasts as she moaned, dropping her head back and giving me access to her neck. She smelled like vanilla. It was too sweet and it made me think of Red and her fruity shampoo.
Fuck! It should have been me. I should be the one kissing her, touching her, not Chuck!
I growled, frustrated by everything that was going through my head and desperate to find something else to focus on. I pushed Becca back onto the bed, hovering over her and undoing the button of her jeans. I let my lips travel down her neck to her chest. I ran my tongue over her already hard nipple and trapped it between my teeth. She arched her back in response and cried out.
I kept flashing back to Red, wondering where she was and what Chuck might be doing to her. I slid down Becca’s body, ripping her pants down her legs and tossing them to the side. The more I thought about Red, the rougher I got. I was far from hurting Becca, though, and she was more into it than when we started.
I went to the nightstand to grab a condom and my phone lit up with a text.
Alex: You up?
I froze. I couldn’t move. I just stood there, staring at my phone. I looked over to Becca, who was lying naked on my bed, waiting for me to fuck her, but I couldn’t.
“Goddamn it!” I yelled. I grabbed my phone and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I wrenched the cold water on and dropped my phone to the counter before stepping under the freezing spray. I was losing my fucking mind! I pounded a fist against the tile and let the cold water run down my back. It did the trick. I was starting to calm down and my head was beginning to clear.
I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my waist before heading back into the bedroom to deal with the naked girl in my bed.
She was sitting up when I walked back into the room. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, but you should go.”
“You sure about that?” she asked, sliding off the bed to press herself against me.
She reached for the towel around my waist and I grabbed her wrist. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She took a step back and looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I mean, she was not far off. I was standing in my bedroom with a gorgeous naked woman who wanted nothing but sex and I was turning her down all for a girl who may or may not be into me. In that moment, I was the definition of a pussy.
She pulled her clothes on, grabbed her shoes, and stormed out of my apartment. I dropped back on my bed and replied to Red.
Drew: What’s up?
Alex: Can you do something for me?
I smiled and typed a response.
Drew: Anything.
She didn’t even know the half of it.
Chapter 16
Alex (Now)
I woke to a pounding in my head. It took me a minute to realize that the pounding wasn’t in my head, it was on the door.
I glanced at the clock and dragged a hand down my still half asleep face. Who was banging on the door at three in the morning? Dragging myself out of bed, I headed to the door, looked through the peephole, and cringed. It was Drew. I couldn’t deal with him now. I tried to swallow through the lump building in my throat.
“Alex, open the goddamn door!” he bellowed, pounding the door so hard it shook on the hinges. I didn’t want to face him, not after seeing him with her, but he obviously wasn’t leaving. I flipped the lock and opened the door a crack. Drew shoved past me and stormed into the living room, keeping his back to me.
“Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?” He turned to face me. He looked so angry and hurt. I quickly dropped my head and picked at my cuticles, chewing on my lip. I couldn’t look at him. I knew if I raised my head, the tears would start and everything I had been feeling would just fall out of my mouth.
“I turned my phone off.” I shrugged, keeping my eyes down.
“Bullshit!”
I flinched. I really had turned my phone off, but it was after I realized he wasn’t going to stop calling.
“What the fuck, Red? You don’t talk to me for days, then you barge into my apartment, no, my bedroom, for only God knows what reason and storm out!” he yelled. “I don’t know what to do with you! You’ve been acting crazy since that damn gala. I try to protect you, you push me away. I give you space and you disappear only to show up in my bedroom at the worst possible moment. What the fuck do you want from me?”
He stared at me, waiting for an answer I wasn’t ready to give him. He sighed, ran his hand over his face, and looked up at the ceiling. I couldn’t say anything. So far everything he had said was true. I had been acting crazy. If he knew why, everything would make sense, but seeing him with Gwen cleared away whatever tiny semblance of courage I had built up to tell him the truth, so I just stayed quiet, letting him yell at me.
“I get you don’t like Gwen.”
My head snapped up. Did he really think this was about her? A mix of rage and pain coursed through my body. I was angry and really hurt and teetering on the edge of losing it. I had to get him out of here before it all came out. My shoulders started to shake as the tears welled up in my eyes. When our eyes met, I saw his were apologetic, but still angry.
“Drew, just go,” I said, trying and failing to sound calm. I brushed past him and headed for my bedroom. He grabbed my shoulders and took a step closer so his chest was almost pressed to my back. I could feel the heat from his body. He was so close, his breath warmed the back of my neck.