Текст книги "Something for the Pain"
Автор книги: Victoria Ashley
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IT’S BEEN FIVE DAYS SINCE Tripp asked me to move in with her and Lucas. I should have been moved in days ago, but the truth is my head is still reeling from our conversation at the bar. That and the fact that I have been extremely busy, working my ass off here at Ravage. I’ve been lucky to have any amount of free time in between my endless appointments.
“Hey dude. Alex,” Ace calls out, probably from the gaming couch.
“Yeah, man?” I smile down at the sexy brunette in my chair as I hand her the mirror, allowing her to check out the dandelion I just placed below her right collarbone.
“Your girlfriend is here to see you,” he replies with a hint of laughter. “She’s looking damn fine too, so you better hurry your ass up.” I hear him whisper, “Damn,” as her footsteps start heading toward my door.
Everyone at the shop knows she’s not my girlfriend, but after months of everyone calling her that, we have both given up on correcting them. It’s not like it really bothers me anyways. If I were to ever have a girlfriend, Tripp would be the perfect one for the role; the only one able to capture my balls and lure me in, so fuck it.
Sliding my chair back, I look up to see Tripp appear in the doorway with a half-smile, dressed in another damn dress. Fuck, those dresses do me in. She glances down at the brunette that now seems to be glaring at me, looking jealous.
She gives me a knowing look. “Nice tattoo,” Tripp confirms as the girl looks between Tripp and I, trying to get a read.
“Thanks,” she says with a sneer, before looking at me. “I didn’t realize you had a girlfriend.” She stands from the chair and walks over to stand in front of me. “I’ve been hearing some things about you and I was hoping we could hang out sometime. I just assumed you were single from all the talk.”
Before I can say anything, Tripp walks over to the chair and takes a seat, slapping the brunette on the ass. The girl seems surprised, but this chick never fails to surprise me. She’s definitely something else. “He doesn’t.” She grabs the girl’s arm and pulls her down so that her lips are close to the girl’s ear. “And I can confirm that everything you’ve heard about this stud is true.”
Tripp leans in closer, brushing her lips under her ear as the brunette lifts an eyebrow, her interest piqued once again. “Trust me,” she whispers.
The brunette now looks back at me with a playful smile, looking hopeful once again. “I see,” she says sweetly. “That’s perfect.”
“We’re having a party tonight at our place,” Tripp says proudly. “Ask Ace to hook you up with the address. It’s not far from here.”
“I’ll definitely be there.” She looks me up and down, admiring my body before saying, “The name is Mel by the way.”
Tripp winks at me before smiling up at Mel. “We’ll see you around eight, Mel. Don’t keep my guy over here waiting for too long. The other girls will swoop in and take your place if they see the opportunity.”
Mel looks a little nervous, before shaking it off and smiling. “Oh, I won’t be late.” She starts backing up toward the door while biting her bottom lip. “I’ll see ya then, Alex.”
Shaking my head, I look to Tripp and smirk as Mel turns around and exits the room. I somehow find what she just did to be extremely hot. “What was all that shit about?”
She shrugs her shoulders before reaching in her purse and pulling out a sandwich, tossing it to me. “I was just being your wingman . . . or would it be wingwoman?” She raises an eyebrow in thought, grinning from ear to ear.
I reply to her while unwrapping my ham and cheese sandwich and taking a bite. “You really are something else. She would’ve came home with me no matter what. You know that, right?”
“Of course,” she says in a high-pitched voice. “But I owe you for agreeing to move in with us. I had to make sure it was a done deal.” She jumps up from the chair and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’ve been settled in for three days now. You need to hurry up and move in. I won’t be excited until I see your stuff show up. I want you to call this place home. You promised me.”
I run my hands up her arms before pulling them away and pushing her toward the door, pinning her up against it. I look her in the eyes so she can see the truth in them. “You know I’ll be there. Just give me a few hours. I have two more appointments and then I’m out. I promise, Tripp. Never question that.”
“Alright,” she says with a nervous smile. She places her hands on my chest and looks down at them before looking back up at my face. “I’ll be home setting up for the party. It’s going to be a blast. I promise.” She removes her hands and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “Later, Stud.”
I smile at her and slap her ass as she turns around to leave. She lets out a small yelp and grabs her ass in surprise. I might have gotten a bit carried away and slapped it harder than planned. My bad.
“Ouch! That hurt.” She punches my arm. “Jerk. Take your aggression out on someone else.”
I back away and wink at her. “Just be glad it wasn’t during sex. That hurts a lot worse. Trust me.” I bite my bottom lip, as her face turns red. “Later, Firecracker.” I tease.
She says nothing more before disappearing out the door, leaving me alone in my thoughts. Hearing Ace hit on her on the way out almost tests me, but I keep my shit together.
Control. It’s all about control . . .
AFTER WORK I WENT BACK to the house, said goodbye to Memphis, and packed most of my shit into the back of my truck. It only took me about three hours to get everything moved and unpacked. By the time I was done, Tripp was standing in my doorway with a huge grin on her face, obviously glad that I kept my word.
“Someone looks awfully happy,” I say while plopping down on my bed with my hands laced behind my head.
She runs across the room and jumps on the bed next to me, rolling on her side to face me, and propping herself up on her arm to look down at me. “Of course I am.” She lays her head on my chest and throws her leg over my waist, tucking herself against my body. “My boy is finally here. I pretty much haven’t seen you in five days. You know that is unacceptable. I’ve missed the shit out of you.”
I close my eyes, feeling guilty for not at least stopping by to see her. I guess I have to admit that I’ve been a bit pissed off about her and Lucas being in the same house together. I just don’t like the idea of her being around him every day. It feels too much like us.
“Well I’m here now.” I sigh. “I won’t let it happen again.” I run my hand through the back of her hair and lightly tug on it. “Come here,” I whisper.
She looks up at me before scooting up higher so that her face is tucked into my neck. Damn, she smells so good. “You promise me,” she asks against my skin.
I grab her leg and pull her over me, positioning her so that she’s partially lying between my legs, the rest of her body on top of me. Then I kiss her hair and tangle my fingers in it. We’ve been doing this since I was twelve. “Yeah. I just had to deal with a few things alone. You know I’m always here. If you would have asked me to come see you, you know there is no way in hell I could have said no.”
“I know,” she simply says. “I guess I just wanted you to come on your own.”
I smile against her hair before grabbing her underneath her ass and pulling her up to straddle me. I rest my hands on the front of her thighs. “I come alone sometimes. A lot, actually.” I laugh as she punches me and pushes down on my chest. She really doesn’t realize that the way she’s moving her body right now is about to give her a huge surprise if she doesn’t hold still. “Would it be bad if I admitted I get hard when you punch me? I like it rough. Keep it up.”
Her face turns red before she punches me a few more times. “Is that what I feel?”
She crawls off of me and rolls over on her back beside me on the mattress. “You really are a guy. I guess I should have found a girl for a best friend. Things would be a lot different.”
I sit up and look at her while rolling my sleeves up to my elbows. “You have no idea.”
She swallows, before breaking eye contact and standing, then walking toward the door. “So . . . you should get ready for the party tonight. I’m sure Mel will be showing up soon.”
Having Mel here is the last thing I am even thinking about at the moment, but I guess having her around will keep me distracted from worrying about Tripp and Lucas and what kind of shit they’ll be up to tonight. “Yeah. I’ll be down in a bit. I’m going to relax and then take a quick shower. I’ve been up since five so I need to prep my brain for party mode.”
Her eyes land on my guitar and she gives me a look, telling me she wants to hear me play it tonight. Then she backs out of my room and shuts the door behind her, leaving me alone in my thoughts.
I lay here for about an hour, lost in thought, before finally hopping in the shower and relieving myself. If it’s a fucked up thing to stroke your cock to thoughts of your best friend, then I guess I’m extremely fucked up, but I have found this is the only way to be around her like I am on a near constant basis.
Standing under the warm water I stroke myself, slow and hard, to thoughts of me fucking Tripp so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. Fuck me. The things I would do to her if I had a chance . . .
Gripping the shower wall, I stroke my cock a few more times, letting myself imagine that my hand is her pussy, before letting my cum wash down the drain, along with any ideas that being with Tripp would be okay. That shit will never happen without messing everything up.
I look down at my dick, while catching my breath and letting my orgasm wash through me as I slap the wall. Damn, that was a lot of cum. At least my dick won’t be standing tall all fucking night now.
I guess we’ll just see how the night plays out. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll switch up Mel for Tripp. As shitty as that sounds, I want that so bad. The thought of her thighs squeezing me tight as I bury myself inside her has me getting hard again. I need to play it cool though. I have to. If I don’t it could fuck up everything.
I’M IN MY ROOM GETTING ready when I hear the shower turn on. The party starts in about fifteen minutes so Alex must be getting ready too.
Just out of curiosity, I walk over to the bathroom door and turn the handle. It moves, but I don’t push it open. It’s unlocked. That thought excites me, making me realize that he didn’t care enough to lock it, and knowing that I could walk in at any time and see him naked elevates my core temp a little. I just find that to be so damn hot.
That’s an open invitation . . . right?
I release the handle and suck in a small breath when I hear him moan out, followed by what sounds like his hand slapping against the shower wall.
Oh. My. God. That is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. That low, deep growl is all it takes to get me wet.
Collecting myself, I back away from the door and take a deep breath. My legs feel shaky. “Don’t do this right now, Tripp. Dammit, don’t do this.” Shaking it off, I go back to stand in front of the mirror one last time, questioning the way I look in my newest little dress.
Dresses are my thing. It doesn’t matter how many I own, I can never have enough. Plus, I love the way Alex looks at me every time he sees me in a new dress. His wandering eyes always cause my heart to flutter out of my chest. I just hope this little red dress is enough to get his attention.
I’m in the middle of turning around to check out my ass, when I hear the bathroom door open, followed by a whistle.
Please be naked. . . . What am I saying? Don’t be naked.
Cautiously, I turn my head toward the bathroom door, with my eyes squinted, to see Alex standing there in a towel. He looks so damn sexy that I feel as if all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My chest aches as I stare him up and down, watching as the water drips from his beautiful, tattooed body.
He checks me out with a smirk before whistling again. “Damn, Firecracker. That dress was made just for you.” He places his hand over the bulge in his towel and bites his bottom lip. “You look beautiful. Stop second-guessing yourself. I’ll see you downstairs in five.”
He turns around, pulling the towel away right before he closes the door behind him. My mouth drops open from the glimpse of his ass that I am left with. It’s so firm and perfect that all I can think about is biting it . . . and the way it flexed when he walked. Is it normal for an ass to look that good?
“I hate you sometimes,” I whisper.
“Who do you hate sometimes?”
I shake my head and look at my doorway to see Lucas standing there, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for my response.
“No one.” I walk over to him and plaster on my best smile, trying to pretend that I’m not still thinking about those sounds I heard coming from the shower. “I was talking to myself. Just second-guessing my outfit, I guess.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Well, I would have loved to see you in a pair of short shorts and a tank top tonight, but this dress works too.”
I roll my eyes before pulling away from him and bumping him out of the way with my hip. “I didn’t feel like wearing shorts, Lucas. This dress makes me feel good. If I feel good, then I have a good time and enjoy myself. That’s all I want tonight.”
“Me too, baby,” he responds. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. Trust me.”
I start walking into the hallway, but feel his hand slide up my dress, slipping a finger inside of me. I stop right outside of my room and swallow. Closing my eyes, I begin imagining it were Alex.
“Holy shit, you are wet!” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts sliding his finger in and out, while moaning in my ear. “So damn wet. You’ve never been this wet before.”
Opening my eyes, I look over to see Alex leaning against the wall next to his door, with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes wander down to Lucas’ hand and then up to meet my eyes.
Out of instinct I push Lucas away and pull my dress down to cover my ass back up. My heart is pounding like crazy. “Holy shit, Alex. I didn’t know you were out here.”
Lucas doesn’t even seem to care that Alex just witnessed him fingering me. I bet he wouldn’t be too happy to find out that Alex is the real reason I was already wet and not because of him.
He sucks his finger into his mouth and smiles at Alex. “Hey, man. People are arriving and there’s some hot chick downstairs looking for you. I told her you were almost ready.”
I can see the aggravation on Alex’s face as he nods his head and walks past us. “Sure, man. Thanks.”
My heart continues to race as I watch Alex quickly descend the stairs to be with a random chick that will get the one thing I have wanted for as long as I can remember, but unlike her, I can’t have.
Clearing my throat, I tilt my head back as Lucas pushes me against the wall and kisses my neck. “Come on, Lucas,” I say stiffly. “People are waiting on us.” Not that I actually care. The truth is I don’t really want to fuck Lucas after seeing the look on Alex’s face. I have no idea what that look meant, but it was enough to make me want to forget it. He seemed bothered by our show.
Lucas spreads my legs open with his thigh, before running a hand up my leg and cupping my mound. “Shit, I’m so horny right now. Is it wrong that the thought of Alex watching me fuck you is turning me on? I might even like to watch him fuck you. Damn, baby.”
I feel a surge of heat shoot through me and can feel the wetness dripping through my bikini bottom now. The thought of Alex and fuck in the same sentence makes it hard to think straight.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “And do you think Alex would like that?” For some reason, I want to hear what he thinks about Alex. He’s been around us enough to know more than anyone.
“Are you kidding me?” He pushes me harder against the wall and kisses my neck again, lost in his lust to have me. “Alex probably fantasizes about fucking you every day . . . about sticking his dick into your tight little pussy.”
I moan out as he slips his finger back inside and slowly starts pumping. “Damn . . . so wet and so tight.” He starts pumping faster and harder. “You want Alex to fuck you? Huh, baby? You want him to bust his load inside of you?”
I find myself moaning louder as I picture Alex inside of me.
“Maybe he can slide his hand up this dress later and finger fuck you just like I am. Do you think about doing that with your best friend? Huh? Do you imagine him pushing his fingers deep inside you? The same ones that he holds that tattoo gun with . . . You like that, huh? All the girls do.” He speeds up again, going as deep as he can and I lose it. My whole body shakes from my orgasm and I have to grip onto Lucas’ shirt to keep from falling.
“Oh fuck!” I try to keep quiet, but the orgasm just seems to keep rolling through me, shaking me to my core. “Damn you, Lucas! You just don’t listen,” I say breathlessly.
“Fuck. That was fast though, baby. You loved it.”
I turn away and focus on catching my breath as the waves slowly begin to stop. He thinks that my orgasm was due to his abilities, but he couldn’t be more wrong. If I didn’t realize how much I wanted to have sex with Alex . . . well I do now. Lucas just helped confirm it.
“I’ll meet you downstairs,” Lucas says with a grin. “I know you need a minute to tidy up a bit first.” Bringing his lips to mine, he kisses me softly, smiling against my lips, before hurrying down the stairs. Lucas is so into partying that I’ll be lucky to see him the rest of the night now.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I grip my hair and turn to face my door. My head is spinning. “I can’t do this anymore. No more picturing Alex,” I tell myself.
This is all hitting me so much harder now. Acting normal around Alex might be a little difficult after that. This is not cool, and definitely not what I expected. We haven’t even lived together for a day yet.
Adjusting my dress, I go back into my room to change into a pair of panties. My bikini bottoms are so damn wet that they’re bothersome; not to mention a huge reminder of how much Alex turns me on.
By the time I’m done pulling myself back together, I can hear that the party has already started and the guests are starting to pile in. We invited over two hundred guests, so I have no doubt that it will be a hit.
Making my way downstairs, I smile at a few girls that I knew from high school and follow the rest of the party out back where the bar and DJ are set up.
I instantly spot Alex by the bar, getting a drink for himself and Mel. My stomach sinks as I watch him smile at her, as if he’s enjoying her company. His smile is so damn sexy. I’m used to him being with girls, but I’m not used to witnessing it.
Handing her a cup, he wraps an arm around her tiny waist, before leaning in to whisper something in her ear. Her head tilts back as she laughs and bites her lip at whatever it is that he’s saying.
Alex is good with women. He always has been, and that’s another reason that I’ve kept my feelings to myself. There will always be someone out there that wants him. That’s probably why he has never settled down; too many to choose from.
Just as I’m about to turn away and go look for Harley, Alex spots me, and his smile lights up. I see his eyes scan me before he mouths Firecracker at me. I shake my head at him and mouth Stud back at him.
He’ll never stop teasing me with that damn name. I see him hold his finger up to Mel before he reaches for a glass and jogs over in my direction, leaving her alone by the bar. He stops right in front of me, holding his hand behind his back. “Everything okay?” He grabs my chin with his free hand and brings it up so he can look into my eyes. “You look like something’s bothering you.”
I grab his wrist and smile. “I’m fine, Alex. Why would you even think that?”
He scrunches his eyebrows at me and tilts his head. “I’m not stupid, Tripp. I’ve known you almost my whole life.” He holds my hand up and tugs on the silver ring on my right ring finger. “You’ve been standing over here spinning your ring since you’ve stepped outside.”
I look down at my ring and let out a frustrated breath before pulling my hand away. I hadn’t even realized I was playing with it. I usually don’t, since it comes so naturally. This ring is the only thing I have left of my parents. My mother left it behind when her and my father ran off when I was only seven. The same year I met Alex.
“I see you’re very observational tonight,” I mutter.
“I’m always observational,” he says with a smirk. “I notice more than you know.”
I feel my heart speed up as I watch his lips twitch. Why the hell am I so horny for him now? All I can think about is sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting it. Damn you . . . and those sexy sounds from the shower.
It’s silent for a few seconds, both of us just looking at each other, before he speaks again.
“I see Lucas is already downing shots in the pool.” He shakes his head before pulling a red cup out from behind his back and handing it to me. “One strawberry daiquiri, light on the rum. Drink up and enjoy yourself, but don’t let Lucas feed you too many shots tonight. You always get sick.” He points at the daiquiri. “That shit is special.”
I can’t help but to smile as he flashes me his dimples. “Thanks for the drink.” I hold it up and take a long sip, surprised at how good it tastes. Everyone usually makes it too strong for me, but this . . . this is perfect, just how I like it. “Oh my god . . . this is so damn good, Alex.” I take another drink, gripping onto his red and gray shirt with excitement. I needed this drink right now, and the taste is almost good enough to give me a mini orgasm.
“Better be.” He grins and starts backing away. “I made that shit myself. Maybe I should become one of those shirtless bartenders on the side.”
“Maybe.” I laugh. “Thanks, Stud,” I say teasingly.
“Oh you mean this stud?” He sticks his tongue out at me and waves it, showing off his new piercing. The way he moves his tongue so sexy and seductive, it’s almost as if he’s teasing me with what I’m missing out on.
Damn . . . he just had to add that to his sexiness.
“Put that tongue away before I bite it, Carter. I only need a few more of these to do it.” I hold up my drink and smile.
Laughing, he waves his tongue one more time, before making his way over to Ace, who is now chatting with Mel. Alex stands to the side, chill, as if it doesn’t bother him. Why should it? Alex doesn’t have much competition anywhere he goes. If he wants to fuck you . . . he will, plain and simple.
I feel a slap on my shoulder, pulling me away from Alex. “Tripp. What the hell took you so long? I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Turning beside me, I notice Harley standing there, wearing a long white dress with her bright pink bikini beneath it. Her long, blonde curls are pulled back into a ponytail and she’s sporting a bright pink lip ring to match her bikini. Harley and I have been friends since we were both twelve. She’s my only true female friend. All the other ones proved to be fake or too jealous over mine and Alex’s friendship.
“Hey, sweets. Love the new ring.” I reach out and gently tug on her lip ring as she laughs.
“Thanks, love.” She takes a sip of her drink and eagerly looks around. “I’ve been waiting for Ace’s sexy ass to show up. I had to make sure to see you first though so I didn’t look like a shitty friend.”
I give her a stupefied look. “Ace? Really, Harley? That guy can’t keep his dick in his pants for longer than ten minutes.”
She smirks at me and raises an eyebrow. “That’s what I’m counting on. It’s been six months since I caught Jason fucking Izzy and I’ve had a lot of frustration to take out. My hand’s getting tired, honey.”
I take a sip of my drink and nod behind her toward the bar, where Ace already has a few girls hanging close by. “Well you better hurry up before someone else snags his ass up. He’s behind you at the bar, chatting it up with Alex and his date.”
She hurries up and downs her drink, before wiping her mouth off. “Perfect timing. I’ll be back. Just don’t expect it to be anytime soon.”
“Yeah,” I say as she starts walking away. “Sure you will.”
There’s no way that girl is coming back. She’s absolutely gorgeous and there’s no way Ace will turn her down for someone else. Hell, I even kissed her one night when I was drunk. First time I had ever kissed a girl, and I have to admit that I definitely didn’t dislike it.
I hear my name, followed by a whistle, so I turn behind me to see Lucas with a few of his guy friends chilling in the pool, along with about ten other random people partying it up. Must be friends of friends because I have never met any of these people.
“Over here, Tripp.”
Smiling at him and his crazy friends that are now whistling at me and calling me over, I flip them all the middle finger and make my way over to them.
I stop in front of the pool and smile down at the guys, trying to decide if I want to get in or not. “Boys.”
I jump back when Myles splashes me. “Hey, gorgeous.” He looks me up and down and hits Lucas’ shoulder. “Hot fucking dress. What’s underneath?”
Placing my foot on his shoulder, I push him under the water before taking a seat on the edge of the pool and kicking him with some water to the face.
“Something you’ll dream about later.” I joke.
He places his hand to his scrawny chest. “Ouch! That hurt. Why can’t I get in on some action?”
“Get in, baby.” Lucas swims over right in front of me and starts lifting my dress up my legs, not caring that all of his friends are eyeing me up. “Take this damn thing off and put that drink down.”
I push his hand away and pull my dress back down my legs. “I’m not wearing my bikini yet. I’ll get in later. We have all night.”
He laughs as if I’ve just said something really stupid. “Your underwear is the same damn thing.” He lifts his arms up and spins around. “Look around you. This is a party. No one gives a shit. You wanted to have fun. What are you waiting for? It’s our first house party.”
He goes to lift my dress up again, but I tug on it, still hesitant to strip down to my panties.
“Is there a problem?” Alex stops and asks on his way past. Releasing Mel’s waist, he pushes his way through Lucas’ friends and pulls me aside, his face not hiding his concern for me. “Tripp?”
I shake my head, feeling bad for the small scene. I never meant to get Alex worked up by thinking Lucas is a threat. “I’m fine.” I pinch his cheek and smile. “Go have fun, Stud. We were just playing. I promise.”
Alex turns from me to look over at Lucas and his friends. He takes a second to size them all up before turning back to me. “Better be.” His jaw steels as his eyes meet mine. “Come find me if you need me.”
“I always do,” I say truthfully. “Better hurry before your date leaves.”
He looks over his shoulder at Mel, nods his head, and starts backing up. I see a small smile take over his face and I can’t help but to full on grin at him.
Guess I’m going in the pool now. Tilting my drink back, I down the rest of it, before standing up. “Time to get wet.” Without much thought, I rip my dress over my head, stripping down to my red bikini top and black panties.
I hear whistles coming from all directions before I dive into the pool, sinking to the bottom. The water feels so good; almost like an escape away from everything and everyone, at least for this short moment.
Relaxing under the water for a second, I grip onto my hair before pushing my way back up to the top.
Lucas immediately comes up behind me and pulls me into his arms. “Hand me that shot, dude.”
One of his friends grabs for one of the shots lined up by the pool and hands it to him. Smiling, he holds it up to my lips. “You deserve this after all that hotness. Drink up.”
Feeling a bit more relaxed now that I’ve already downed my first drink I part my lips and let him tilt the glass, allowing the liquid to run down my throat.
The DJ is playing music, people are getting wasted and having fun. This is exactly what I wanted—A little fun and freedom. Might as well live it up a little. A little celebration for having Alex here is how I view it. I couldn’t ask for more.
IT’S GETTING DARK NOW, BUT everyone still seems to be having the time of their lives. I haven’t seen Alex much since before I got into the pool, but maybe that’s because I’ve been trying to avoid seeing him with Mel. It makes my chest hurt too much. I really haven’t seen much of Harley either, now that I think about it.
I’m probably up to my fifth drink and fourth shot by now. Once I get enough liquor inside of me, it becomes a little harder to say no. Especially when you’re just having fun and trying to keep your head clear of certain unwanted thoughts.
I’m in the middle of everyone, just dancing and having a good time, and Lucas is surprisingly still beside me instead of off having fun. He shouts over the loud music and holds up two more shots before handing one of them to me.
I get ready to tilt it back, but I feel a hand reach out and snatch it away. It’s Alex. It wouldn’t be anyone else. Everyone else is too wasted to care about anyone else.
He steps in between Lucas and I and hands the shot back to Lucas. “She’s done with shots, Lucas. Give that shit to someone else.”
Before Lucas can say anything, Alex walks me out of the dancing crowd and over to the fire pit where it’s a bit quieter. He pulls one of the chairs up behind me and helps me sit down.
I look up to see Lucas watching us, but then he just shrugs and hands the shot to a random guy close to him, going back into his party mode.
“I told you to be careful with shots, Tripp. I don’t want to be cleaning puke off of you tonight. I will, trust me, but I’d rather not.”
One look into his eyes and I can’t argue with him. He always has a way of sobering me up. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. I am too. I hate upsetting Alex.
“Don’t be.” He smiles and hands me a cup of water that Mel passes to him. “Drink this.”
I can’t help but to smile up at him. “I will if you do something for me.”
