Текст книги "Desperate Chances "

Автор книги: A. Meredith Walters

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But in some weird way I was glad. Because this was the most we had said to each other in over a year.

“Mitch! What’s going on?” Sophie pushed through the crowd to stand between us. I had to back up to make room for her and my anger surged all over again.

Mitch wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and rubbed at his temples as though he had a headache. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” He gave her a strained smile. “Are you ready to get out of here? I think I’ve had enough of this place.”

He wouldn’t look at me. It was like I had disappeared.

Sophie glanced at me, her face unreadable. How much had she heard? Did I really give a shit?

“Gracie! There you are! I heard all this yelling, but I couldn’t get through these asshats!” Riley called out, pushing through the group that was now beginning to disperse.

My friend looked at me. Then looked at Mitch. Then at Sophie. “What’d I miss?”

Mitch grabbed Sophie’s hand and I could see the fine tremors in his arm. “We’re leaving,” he barked and all but dragged his girlfriend down the hallway and out into the club.

“Gracie! What in the hell?” Vivian and Maysie hurried towards me and I felt suddenly very, very tired.

“I just want to go back to the hotel. I’m not feeling so well,” I told them weakly.

“What were you and Mitch yelling about?” Riley demanded, not letting me walk around her.

I rolled my eyes. “It was nothing. It doesn’t matter. I just want to leave,” I replied flippantly.

It doesn’t matter.

Vivian put her arm around my shoulder. “It’ll be okay, G,” she murmured, kissing my cheek. I leaned into her, barely able to hold myself up.

“Will it, Viv?” I asked her, hating the feel of new tears on my skin. God, why was I still crying over him? When would I stop feeling like this? Shattered.

Vivian gave me a squeeze and rested her head on top of mine as we started to make our way back to the club. “Absolutely,” she said with confidence.

I hoped she could believe it enough for both of us.

I wanted to hit something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run back into the club and finish the argument Gracie had started. Or had I started it? Did it really matter? Damn her for making me feel, once again, so completely out of control.

“What was that all about?” Sophie demanded once we were in the back of the cab and headed towards the hotel.

“It was nothing. Seriously,” I said through clenched teeth.

“It didn’t look like nothing,” Sophie prodded. She wasn’t going to let this drop. Not that I blamed her. I can only imagine how the whole thing looked. I felt like a complete dumbass for getting pulled into Gracie’s drama. Again.

“Gracie just said some stuff that got under my skin,” I remarked dismissively.

“What did she say?” Sophie asked sharply. She was digging her nails into my arm and I winced.

“I’m pretty sure you’re drawing blood, Soph,” I told her and she loosened her grip, pulling her hand back.

I looked out the window and pressed my forehead against the cool glass, running my hand over my arm. Damn. Sophie had some claws.

“Mitch! What did she say that made you so upset?” Sophie’s voice rose shrilly.

“She said that she was sorry,” I said softly. My throat seized and I couldn’t say any more.

She was sorry.

I’m sorry.

I believed her. I really did. It was hard not to when she looked so fucking contrite and guilty. That was probably the worst part. Her guilt. Because it was a completely useless emotions and did nothing to get rid of the constant lump that had taken up residence in my gut.

Sophie didn’t say anything right away. I glanced over at her and she too was looking out the window.

“She said she was sorry,” she repeated dully.

“A little too late though.”

Sophie gave me a pained smile. “Sure it is.”

Was she being sarcastic? I couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t women just say what they meant instead of leaving us poor guys to try to figure it out on our own? Everyone knew that was a bad thing.

When we got back to the hotel, I pulled out the key card and let us into our room. I knew that Gracie was staying somewhere on the same floor. I cast a quick look down the hallway wondering briefly which room was hers. Was she back from the club? Had she stayed behind? What was she doing?

Why did I care?

Just so I can avoid a run-in. It was hard to convince yourself of a total lie.

“I’m really tired. I think I’m going to go straight to bed,” Sophie said once we were inside.

“Oh. Okay.” I watched as she pulled the covers back and climbed in. “I guess we should try to get a good night’s sleep. We have to head out early tomorrow.”

Sophie didn’t say anything more as she lay down and rolled onto her side. I could tell she was pissed. And she had every right to be. I had engaged in a screaming match with another woman in the middle of a club. I couldn’t remember exactly all the things I said to Gracie, but I had a feeling it didn’t sound good.

“I’m fucking sorry I fell in love with you in the first place!”

That had been harsh. I had meant it to be. The look on Gracie’s face when I had said it indicated that the words had done the trick. I had hurt her. That’s what I had wanted to do.

So why did I feel like such shit because of it?

Because I had lied to her. I wasn’t sorry that I loved her. It was the one thing I could never feel.

Regret.

Not when it came to my feelings for her.

I wish I did. It would make things a hell of a lot easier.

I looked over at Sophie. At her rigid shoulders and stiff back. I was an asshole. A total asshole.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Goodnight,” I said to Sophie after turning off the light. I should touch her. Hold her maybe. Would sex make things better?

The thought of that made me feel cold inside. I couldn’t screw Sophie now. It wouldn’t be right. Not with another woman in my thoughts.

You are a grade A bastard, Mitch Abrams.

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. I did neither. Shame strangled me. Rendering me mute.

“Goodnight,” Sophie muttered, not bothering to look at me. Frigid. Like strangers. No touching. No affection. Just suspicion and frustration.

Long after Sophie fell asleep I laid there, staring up at the ceiling, unable to settle down.

I was angry. So fucking angry. My hands were clenched into fists by my side and I kept picturing her face.

“Jesus, Mitch! I’m sorry!”

She was sorry.

She was freaking sorry?

Her apology infuriated me. Because what I told Sophie was true. It was too late to make a difference. Too much time had passed. Too many things had changed.

Why hadn’t she said those words sooner? When they could have made a difference.

“You don’t look very broken. It seems you’ve had lots of help being put back together.”

She had no clue how broken I still was. How she continued to shred my guts so carelessly. I had thought being with someone else would lessen the power she had over me.

What a load of bullshit.

One thing was for sure. Seeing me with Sophie bothered her. I thought I would have felt more satisfaction in that.

At one time I would have wanted her to be upset. For her to feel just a fraction of the rage that consumed me all of the times I had watched her leave a bar, or a club with another man.

Now I realized that I never wanted to see Gracie hurt and upset. That it felt like a punch to the kidney to know that she was in pain.

And that enraged me.

I turned my head to look at my sleeping girlfriend and felt…nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Jesus, Mitch! I’m sorry!”

I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes wishing I could just stop.

I was angry with Gracie for making me feel like this all over again.

And I was really angry with myself for falling into her chaos. She made it too easy to get lost in her.

Why can’t I let her go?

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, I quietly got out of bed and quickly got dressed. I grabbed the key card from the desk, left the room, and eventually found myself in the small courtyard behind the hotel.

I stood there, staring up at the night sky and wished I could make sense of what I was thinking and feeling.

“What are you doing out here? It’s like one in the morning.” Maysie walked towards me, a sweater wrapped around her.

“It’s cold, you should be inside,” I said with concern. “Won’t Jordan be wondering where you are?”

Maysie waved away my comment. “You know how he is. A tornado could hit and he’d sleep through it.” She sat down on a small stone bench and patted the spot beside her. “You can’t sleep either?”

I shrugged and sat down. “Not really. I didn’t want to wake Sophie up so I thought I’d get some fresh air.”

“Insomnia must be catching,” Maysie laughed, rubbing her hands together, trying to keep them warm.

“You should have worn some gloves. You’re going to get sick and Jordan’s going to come and beat my ass because I let you sit out here when it’s freezing,” I scolded her good-naturedly.

“Psh. Jordan can be overprotective. He seems to forget sometimes that I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself,” Maysie said.

“He just loves you, Mays. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you. You’re lucky to have someone who cares so much about you,” I said softly, feeling a strange lump in my throat. Maysie’s expression was penetrating and a little disconcerting.

“So, the tour’s almost over,” she said, changing the subject.

I pulled up the collar of my coat. A breeze had picked up and my ass was already going numb. “Yeah and it’s not looking as though the label’s in a rush to put us on another one. I was talking with Josh the other day and he says he could hook us up with some gigs in the city once we’re home, but we’ll see.”

Maysie nodded, pushing her hair out of her face. “That could be good. But I also think that you guys could use a break.”

“I’m glad Jordan made us save most of our advance and royalty earnings instead of blowing through it like rock stars. At least we can take the time to figure out our next step,” I said.

Maysie nodded in agreement. “It was great of Mr. Levitt to help you guys invest your money. I don’t know many rock and rollers who have IRAs,” she snickered.

“We’re so hardcore,” I retorted.

“Just smart. At least you won’t feel pressured to make any sudden decisions. You have some time to really think things through.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I just keep thinking it might be time to grow up a little bit. Maybe get a real job.” Stability had a nice ring to it. Music was my dream. It always had been. But what was I left with when the dream was over? Do I keep chasing it?

Or do I find a new one?

“I’ve gotten an offer from a PR firm to work for them as a publicist,” Maysie stated.

I looked at her in surprise. “Oh wow. That’s awesome! I didn’t know you were looking for another job. What will we do without you there to put a foot up all our asses?” I moaned. I was joking, but I meant it. Maysie was the one that made sure we took care of ourselves and made it to shows on time. She was like a sister and a mother all rolled up into one. And she was damn easy to talk to. Jordan was a lucky guy.

“I guess you’ll have to put your own foot up your asses.” She frowned. “Wait. That doesn’t sound right.”

“And painful,” I laughed.

“I’m not sure if I’m going to take it. But I do know that I need something for me. I can’t follow Jordan around forever, no matter what he decides. And with things being so—well—up in the air for the band, I figured I needed to plan for the future. I can do a lot of the work from home or on the road as needed so it’s not like I have to uproot my life. Which is good considering Jordan and I would eventually like to start a family.”

“Haven’t even gotten down the aisle yet and you’re already talking babies?” I teased.

Maysie swatted my arm playfully. “Some of us want the white picket fence, Mitch.”

“That comes with the tatted and pierced husband? That doesn’t sound very Norman Rockwell.”

Maysie rolled her eyes. “Everyone’s happily ever after is different. I like the look of mine.”

Her words made me pause. “You know, if there’s no Generation Rejects, I’m not sure what else I could do. I never went to college like Jordan. I don’t have family money to fall back on like Garrett and I sure as hell don’t have Cole’s luck to always land on my feet. I’m good at playing music. That’s about it.”

Maysie patted my knee. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say. I know for a fact you’re good at a lot of stuff.”

I raised my eyebrows speculatively. “Oh really, like what?”

“Well, you make one hell of a Chicken Parmigiana,” she offered and I snapped my fingers.

“There you go! If rock star doesn’t pan out, I have a future as a one-cook wonder!”

Maysie clicked her tongue in exasperation. “Don’t be so down on yourself. I have no doubt that you’ll figure something out.”

“You sound like my mom,” I said, meaning it as a compliment. My mother was an eternal optimist. Maysie was a lot like her in that respect.

“Mrs. Abrams is a smart, smart lady. And her chocolate chip cookies are like crack,” Maysie retorted.

“That they are. I’m sure she’ll have some waiting for me when we get back to Bakersville,” I said, my voice trailing off. I shook my head and stared out across the courtyard. “Damn. We’re going back to Bakersville. This time next week we’ll be home. That’s kind of weird.”

Maysie cocked her head to the side looking thoughtful. “Weird? Why is that?”

“I’m just not the same guy who left all those years ago to become a rock star,” I muttered.

Maysie put her arm around my shoulder and leaned into me. “None of you are. But it’s not like you haven’t been back. This isn’t any different.”

I looked over at Jordan’s fiancé and grimaced. “It’s different this time and you know it.”

Maysie looked confused.

“Because it could be for good,” I explained.

“Bakersville isn’t such a bad place to be. Your parents are there. You have roots and family and friends,” Maysie said, ever the optimist.

“Yeah and my parents are still living in the house I grew up in. And my high school gym teacher still lives down the road. And the girl I lost my virginity to still works at the dentist’s office in town.”

My parents and my gym teacher weren’t the only ones that lived in Bakersville. There were other people I’d be coming home to. Other situations I’d have to deal with.

Being on the road and away from it all made it easier to handle. The occasional weekend visit was bearable because I was able to leave again. Because she would be gone after a few days.

Living back in Bakersville would force Gracie and I to co-exist.

I wasn’t sure what that would mean for us. For me.

For my fucking sanity.

“Maybe I should look for my white picket fence,” I mused, giving her a cheeky grin. She bumped her shoulder with mine.

“Why not? You deserve it.”

“Yeah, well you and Piper make it look easy. For the rest of us, not so much.”

“You and Sophie could have that, you know. If it’s what you want,” Maysie pointed out and I shrugged. Sometimes no response was the best response. Otherwise you ended up saying things better left unsaid.

Maysie looked like she wanted to push the issue, but she changed the subject. “Well, since we’re sitting here talking about white picket fences and all, Jordan and I set a wedding date.”

I grinned at her and let out a whoop. “Finally! Took you guys long enough!”

Maysie’s eyes brightened. “Yeah, I just told the girls tonight. We’re getting married on August 20th. Now I just have to figure out everything else. We don’t want anything big and elaborate. Just something small with the people we care about.”

I put my arm around her and gave her a sideways hug. “That’s great, Mays. You know anything you need, I’m your man.”

“Thanks, Mitch. That means a lot. You, Cole, and Garrett have become like family to me. Blood doesn’t mean everything,” Maysie remarked with a sad smile.

Jordan had mentioned years ago that Maysie had a strained relationship with her family. I didn’t know the particulars because it wasn’t any of my business. But any parent who could turn their back on their own kid was a piece of shit in my book. I was definitely lucky in the parental department.

Maysie was a good girl. I had been surprised when she and Jordan had gotten together. Mostly because of the manner they had hooked up. It was unlike Jordan to cheat and we had all been shocked as hell to learn he had stepped out on his long-term girlfriend Olivia with Maysie.

But it was soon obvious that Jordan was over the moon crazy for Maysie. None of us had really liked Olivia to begin with, so we were more than happy to see that bitch go.

And with Maysie came her friends.

I remembered the first time Maysie had come to one of our shows. She showed up with Riley, Gracie, and Vivian. At first I dismissed them as stuck up college chicks. Being a townie, I was used to having the Rinard crowd look down their noses at me just because I lived in Bakersville and didn’t go to school.

They all had that preppy, too-good-for-everyone vibe that I hadn’t wanted anything to do with. Even if they were all pretty damn hot. Particularly the petite blonde with legs for miles.

I had noticed Gracie immediately. She had been wearing this short yellow dress with white polka dots. She seemed more suited for a picnic than a rock show. She drank some sort of cocktail, which she pounded faster than a dude.

And when she danced, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I stood up on the stage, playing my music, and my entire focus had been on the crazy sorority chick wiggling her ass in the audience. Gracie was beautiful. She was loud, screaming, and jumping up and down. I dug how she was completely uninhibited. But she was also shitfaced drunk. Which I was soon to learn was a pattern with her. At first it didn’t bother me.

Later it became a bigger problem than I had realized.

“Of course we’re family. The crazy, dysfunctional kind, but family nonetheless,” I said.

“That’s the best kind,” Maysie smiled.

We sat side by side for a while, neither of us talking.

“Are you happy with Sophie?” Maysie asked out of the blue.

“Huh?” I blinked in surprise.

“I mean, do you see yourself together for the long-term?” Maysie went on.

I thought of a hundred answers that very simple question.

“No,” I said without hesitation. Shit. Where had that come from? I had never given much thought about my future with Sophie. I didn’t think about where we’d be next month, let alone “long-term.”

“I don’t know why I just said that,” I said, feeling like an ass. Maysie would undoubtedly think I was a raging douchebag. What kind of guy dates a girl for a year and then when asked if he could see himself with said girl in the future, says no?

The douchebaggy kind.

Because if I felt that way I shouldn’t be with Sophie. End of discussion.

I thought of how things were when we returned to the hotel room tonight. How cold and distant I felt.

Sophie had to have felt it. Of course she did. She wasn’t an idiot.

Why were we together?

The answer didn’t seem so simple anymore.

Sure, Sophie was safe. Sophie was constant.

Sophie had been there when I needed someone to be.

I had been terrified of being alone. Because if I was alone, there would have been a good chance I’d crawl on hands and knees back to Gracie, begging her to love me. And I had been trying to hold onto some semblance of pride.

Warm fucking milk.

Maysie didn’t look surprised by my confession. She didn’t look at me in disappointment or disgust either, which was good for my already deteriorating self-esteem. She stood up and shoved her hands into her pockets. “I think this break from being on the road will be good for everyone. Maybe you should take that time to figure out your long-term.”

I nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a decent idea,” I agreed.

Maysie shivered. “Okay, I’m going back in before I turn into a Popsicle. Thanks for the chat, Mitch.”

“Sure thing. Anytime, Mays.”

I sat outside for another hour after Maysie left. Maybe you should take that time to figure out your long-term.

She was right.

That’s exactly what I was going to do.

“L et me be what you need. Please,” I begged her. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get inside of her. We weren’t even naked. Gracie had pushed my jeans down over my ass and her panties still dangled from her left ankle. She was on her back underneath me, panting and ready.

Her face was red from my stubble, her lips swollen from my teeth. She was gorgeous.

She had shown up at my hotel room door and everything had happened so fast. The next thing I knew we were kissing. Goddamn, we were kissing. It was like we were going to devour each other.

Then her shirt came off and I finally tasted those amazing tits. I had dreamed about Gracie’s breasts. Imagined a thousand times what they’d feel like. I just didn’t think I’d ever have the chance. Because we were just friends.

Only ever friends.

For years I had been relegated to that place where a guy’s ego goes to die. The friend zone.

But then she showed up tonight and let me touch her. And kiss her. And now here I was, with my cock between her legs and she was having doubts. I should have expected it. Gracie was messy. She was complicated. She was absolutely everything I had ever, could ever want.

Gracie reached up and cupped my face in her hands. “You’re always so patient with me, Mitch. Why? Why haven’t you run in the other direction? Most people would, you know.”

How could she not know? Hadn’t I made it obvious a million times already?

I grabbed her hand and softly kissed the palm, letting my lips linger. Then I looked down at her and told her the words I had always wanted her to hear.

“Because I love you, Gracie. God, I love you.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.

I kissed her salty lips. “I love you,” I whispered against her mouth.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back. I slipped inside her. Not all the way. Just enough to know that I never wanted to be anywhere else. I could live and die between her legs and go a happy man.

“Please, Mitch,” she begged and I wasn’t going to prolong this for either of us. We had waited long enough.

I pushed inside her, shuddering as she took all of me. “I love you, Gracie,” I groaned as I adjusted to the feel of her.

“I will always love you,” I gasped as we started to move together. Gracie’s fingers dug into my back and I kissed the line of her neck. I didn’t care that she didn’t say it back. I’d say it enough for both of us. “There will never be anyone for me but you.”

I couldn’t stop telling her all the things that had been locked away in my heart for years. Now that she was here, underneath me, completely open, I wanted to give her the world.

She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and I could barely hang on. I was toppling over a very steep cliff and I wanted to take her with me.

“Mitch!” she screamed as I came.

I sat up in bed, my heart hammering in my chest and experiencing the most uncomfortable case of morning wood that I could ever remember having.

I ran my hand through my sweaty hair and tried to breathe normally.

I looked over at Sophie. She was still asleep, thank god. So I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. I braced myself against the tiled wall and let the water slide over my skin.

Then I wrapped my hand around my dick and pumped. Hard. Rough. Through gritted teeth.

I imagined Gracie’s face when I fucked her. Her head thrown back, her blonde hair spread out over my pillow. I thought about how it felt to slide my cock inside of her. How tight she was and I gripped myself tighter. I tried to be quiet as I jerked off with the image of Gracie Cook haunting me.

Then I came violently. I trembled as I emptied myself onto the cold, wet tile floor. I whispered Gracie’s name as I struggled to stay on my feet.

All the while my girlfriend slept in the next room.