“So, is Missy seeing anyone?” Braxton asks, and I smile at the growl that comes from Tate.
“Not that I know of,” I reply.
“Why? Do you want to date her?” Tate asks Braxton, but his eyes stay trained on Missy as she laughs loudly at something Courtney said.
“She’s really pretty,” he says with a dreamy smile on his face.
I wave my hand in front of his face. “Hey,” I say getting his attention before Tate knocks the shit out of him. I don’t know what his deal is with her, but he is very protective. “Do not hit on her tonight,” I warn.
“I wasn’t…I wouldn’t…” He shakes his head quickly before he takes a gulp of his beer and makes a sour face. The kid must not ever drink.
Tate laughs at his rambling. It’s very clear he has no experience with women. I know Tate likes Missy, and I don’t think he has anything to worry about when it comes to Braxton taking her off the market.
I don’t know why—I just don’t see Missy with a guy who wears penny loafers and a colored button-down shirt with slicked back hair.
CHAPTER SIX
SAMANTHA
I hold Missy’s blond hair back as she once again vomits into the toilet in our guest bathroom.
“It’s okay. Let it out,” I say softly as I rub my hand up and down her back over her light green top.
“I should have never drank that much,” she cries before getting sick once again.
I continue to rub her back with one hand as I reach up to the counter and grab a washcloth. “Everyone gets sick on their twenty-first birthday,” I say. “It’s like a rite of passage.”
She coughs a bit and then leans back on her heels. I get up off the floor and wet the washcloth before handing it to her. “Thanks,” she says before wiping her face.
“I should have cut you off.” I sigh.
She looks up at me. “Those shots didn’t event taste like alcohol,” she says wide-eyed. “I remember the one I took at Larry’s the night we got Jeremy arrested and that shot tasted awful. The ones tonight were so good,” she exclaims with a smile on her face.
I give a little laugh knowing she is still drunk and going to be hung over tomorrow.
“That’s how alcohol usually works. One minute you’re fine and then the next you’re lying face down on the floor.” I make my way back down on the floor to sit beside her.
“You should go back down to the party,” she says through a yawn.
I snort. “You’re the birthday girl. I wouldn’t leave you.”
“You don’t need to hold my hair. I can put it up.”
I ignore her, place my back against the cold tub and stretch my legs out in front of me. She lays her head down on my legs and closes her eyes. I smile as I start to run my hands through her pretty blond hair.
“Sam?” She speaks quietly.
“Hmm?”
“Thanks for such a great party.”
I smile then whisper, “Anytime.”
I lay my head back and close my eyes enjoying the cool tub against my neck. I can still hear the laughs and hollers from everyone downstairs. They have been playing drinking games for the last two hours. I think that was what did Missy in. Beer pong is just not her game, especially when she was taking shots instead of drinking beer.
“Sam?”
I open my eyes and look down at her head lying on my lap. “Yes?”
She takes a deep breath. “Do you think Tate likes me?”
My hand pauses in her hair.
She gives a drunken laugh. “That was a stupid question.”
“No it wasn’t.” I go back to running my hand through her soft blond hair. “I think he likes you,” I say wondering if I should have said that. Does he? I’m pretty sure he does. But do I think he will act on that feeling? No.
“I feel like sometimes he does. I catch him staring at me a lot but as soon as I do he looks away.” She sighs.
“Maybe he’s not ready. Maybe he just needs some time. You know?” I try to offer some advice on something that I have no clue about.
“Maybe,” she contemplates. “Will you help me?”
“Help you what?”
“Make me pretty.”
“Missy. You are beautiful,” I say with a frown.
She shakes her head against my legs. “Not enough for him.”
I feel sorry for her. She really likes him, and I hate that she feels inadequate for Tate.
“I just want you to show me how to curl my hair and help me with my makeup. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to wear that kind of stuff,” she says yawning again. “I want to look different in Vegas. I want to feel different in Vegas,” she says barely over a whisper.
I smile down at her. “Absolutely,” I answer quietly. I’m pretty sure she has already fallen asleep, and I’m feeling pretty tired myself. I drank a couple shots and some beer, but I’m nowhere near drunk. I wanted to stay sober because I knew it wouldn’t take Missy long to head down the drunken road.
I lean my head back once again and close my heavy eyes. A little rest won’t hurt.
*****
I wake when I feel something hit my leg. Sitting up quickly I see Slade standing in the bathroom staring down at me. “Sorry,” he says leaning down and picking me up in his arms. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Where is Missy?” I ask looking back down to the bathroom floor where we had passed out.
“Tate already carried her to bed,” he says walking me through the spare bedroom and down the hall.
I wrap my arms around his neck and place my face in his shirt, inhaling his scent. I could never get tired of his masculine smell.
We enter our bedroom, and he lays me on the bed. “Do you feel okay?” he asks sitting down beside me and pushing hair from my face.
I nod my head. “I feel fine. Missy was the one who was sick. I was just tired.”
He smiles. “I figured. Tate spent twenty minutes looking for you guys before we decided to check the bathrooms.”
“Is the party over?” I ask when I hear the house is silent.
“Josh and Micah are still playing pool. Courtney is passed out on the couch downstairs, and I’m pretty sure Holly is passed out with her. Braxton went home about an hour ago.”
“What time is it?” I ask stretching my tight muscles out. This bed is much more comfortable than the bathroom floor.
He looks down at his watch. “A quarter past three.”
My eyes widen. “How long were we in the bathroom?”
“I’m guessing a couple of hours.”
I reach up and rub the back of my neck.
“Crick in your neck?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He chuckles. “Falling asleep on the bathroom floor will do that to you.” He reaches down and grabs the hem of my shirt. I lean up off the bed to allow him to pull it up over my head. He then goes to work on my jeans. I lift up once again for him to pull them down my legs. I kick them off along with my underwear. He gets up off the bed and heads to the bathroom as I remove my bra.
He comes out of the bathroom with a bottle of lotion in his hands. “Roll over.”
I do as I’m told and close my eyes as the bed dips and I feel him straddle me.
A moan escapes my lips when I feel the cold lotion on his hands start to massage my neck.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” I mumble as he digs his strong fingers deeper into my neck. I sigh when he moves his hands out to my shoulders and upper back. “God,” I moan as I feel my body turn to jelly. “Please. Don’t stop,” I say when his hands ease up.
“You’re making me hard, baby. You need to stop saying things like that,” he warns.
I sigh. “It feels too good to shut up.” My words sound mumbled as I speak into the pillow.
I laugh when I hear him growl. He pulls his hands off of my body, and I almost whimper from them no longer massaging my soreness.
“Is this funny, Angel?” he asks before I feel his hardn
ess now pressing between my legs.
“No,” I say with a smile.
He places his hands on my hips, and he starts to lift them up off the bed. I prop myself up on my forearms to help lift my hips.
“No,” he says as a hand lands on my upper back pushing on me. “I want you face down.”
My heart rate picks up, and I start to breathe heavily as I do what he says. I shift uncomfortably with my ass up in the air, knowing he can see all of me. Even after all this time I still get nervous sometimes.
I hear a rustling of clothing and then feel him readjusting on the bed. I jump when I feel his tongue run across my pussy.
“Slade,” I pant trying to tighten my legs but he places his hands on my thighs keeping them open.
“Hmm?” he mumbles against my clit.
“Oh God,” I say making my voice rise.
He pulls away. “You gotta be quiet, baby.”
I place my face into the pillow, and my hands grab a hold of it as he goes back to pleasuring me with his tongue. It doesn’t take long before I’m screaming into said pillow.
Once he pulls away I fall onto my stomach stretching out my legs as I lie panting, body shaking when I hear something like the sound of metal rattling. “Behind your back,” he orders, and I do as he says.
I feel the cold steel wrap around my wrists. He then places his hands on my waist and pulls me up to where I’m on my shaky knees once again.
He lies down and looks up at me with a smile on his face. “What are you doing?” I ask moving my wrists around feeling them dig into my skin. I swear he makes them tighter every time.
“Something new. Sit up.” I do and he places his hand on my hips and lifts me to where I’m straddling his hips.
I smile, I’ve never been on top before with my hands cuffed behind my back.
He runs his palms up and down my shaking thighs. “I love it when you’re like this,” he says with his eyes following the movement of his hands. “Knowing I did this to you.” He licks his already wet lips, and I tighten my legs against his hips. “Body shaking...” His hands slide up my stomach to my chest. “Heart pounding…” I let out a heavy breath.
“If I could, I would leave you like this.” He looks me in the eyes. “Breathless and shaking.” I believe every word he says. “I would keep you restrained…” He pauses. “Gagged.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and my legs automatically tighten on their own. He smiles.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asks already knowing I would. “Not able to tell me to stop. That your body has had enough. All you could do was take every fucking orgasm I give you.”
I moan, and he pinches my already hard nipples. He likes to push my body to the point where I feel like it’s going to break, and I like that. Makes me feel alive.
“Maybe someday I’ll do that to you,” he says getting my attention. “How’s that sound?” he asks.
I nod my head somewhat in a daze. “I’d like that,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says with a cocky smile.
His hands move from my breasts to either side of my face. He pulls me down toward him, my chest resting on top of his. He kisses me roughly, and I can still taste the liquor on his breath.
He reaches between our bodies, and he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Lift up,” he demands roughly.
I lift my hips, and he slowly guides himself into me. I hiss in a breath as he stretches my already sensitive pussy.
Once he’s all the way in he brings his hands back to my face. He pushes the hair from the sides of my face and looks up into my eyes. “Fuck me,” he demands.
I lay back down placing my chest on top of his as I start to lift my hips up and down. It’s hard to do it without the use of my hands, but he helps me out by placing his hands on my hips. They move me up and down in a fast pace.
In seconds I’m panting and start to sweat. The sound of our bodies slapping together are heard over our heavy breathing.
I rise up, straddling him, and start to rock back and forth. His hands slide up my sides, and he brings them to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, and I throw my head back letting out a moan.
I reach down and grab a hold of his balls.
“Oh, no,” he hisses, and I smile.
Before I know it he grabs my hips and throws me down onto the bed beside him. He jumps on top of me, pinning my hands between my back and the sheets. I cry out as the metal digs into my back.
He places his large hand over my mouth. “Shh, baby,” he whispers. “We’re not alone, remember?”
I nod my head quickly, and he smiles down at me. Then he leans down and speaks. “But I’m not going to remove my hand.”
What? I shake my head quickly trying to throw his hand off.
“Stop,” he orders, and I obey. “I don’t wanna hear you tonight. I just wanna feel you,” he says as he reaches under my left leg and pushes it up onto his shoulder. He all of a sudden pushes into me hard. I cry out into his hand, and I try sucking in a breath but it just suction cups his hand to my mouth, leaving me with nothing.
“Breathe through your nose,” he growls before pulling out and doing it again.
He leans more into me, allowing him to go deeper, and it pushes my legs further apart.
I try crying out as the handcuffs dig into my back and smash my wrists. He all of a sudden removes his hand from my mouth, and I suck in breath after breath.
He places his arm under my right leg as well and lays his body on mine spreading my legs so wide that the top of my thighs now lay on the comforter. His right hand covers my mouth once again, and he leans down to kiss my neck. The kiss is soft and loving but he continues to fuck me as if hates me.
I smile to myself. He knows exactly what I like.
*****
SLADE
I’m pouring my morning cup of coffee when I look up to see Missy walk into the kitchen. “Good morning, Sunshine,” I say cheerfully.
Her only response is a grunt before she plants her ass down into a chair. She then moans before her head falls down onto the table.
“That bad, huh?” I ask reaching over to grab her a coffee cup.
“I feel like I’ve been ran over,” she mumbles to the table. “By a semi.”
I pour her a cup of coffee and place it in front of her. “Here. This will help.”
She lifts her head, and I can’t help but laugh. Her blond hair is wild, and her eyes are bloodshot. She’s not wearing her glasses, and I’m pretty sure she can’t see since she keeps blinking. “You’re supposed to feel this way after you turn twenty-one.”
She snorts. “That’s what Sam said last night as she was holding my hair back while I puked my guts up.” She picks up the coffee and slowly brings it to her lips. After taking a small sip she looks up at me. “Speaking of Sam, where is she, and how did I end up in the spare bed last night?”
“She is still asleep, and Tate put you in bed,” I answer sitting down in front of her.
Her blue eyes go big. “He did?”
“You sound surprised to hear that.” I place my coffee down on the table.
“Well, I didn’t expect that as an answer,” she mumbles and then takes another sip of her coffee. “Where is everyone?” she asks looking around.
“Tate is asleep on the couch in the media room. Micah and Holly are in the other spare bedroom. Josh and Courtney went home sometime this morning.”
“What about that other guy? What was his name?” She tilts her head to the side in thought.
“Braxton? He left while you girls were in the bathroom last night.”
“He seemed nice.” She takes another drink of her coffee. “Sam said he works with you guys?”
“Yeah. My dad hired him after we got back from New York. He is the brother of one of our best friends from high school.” I fill her in.
She nods and turns her head when we hear someone coming down the hallway. I smile when I see Angel walk in with that still sleepy look on her face, dre
ssed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of white fabric shorts.
“Good morning,” she greets us.
“Good morning, Angel.” I stand from my chair and motion for her to sit down in it. Once she does I place a kiss on her cheek then go to make her a cup of coffee.
“How do you feel?” she asks Missy.
“Like I already need a nap,” she responds making them both laugh.
“Do you remember everything from last night?” Angel asks her.
Missy shakes her head. “Not everything. I do remember taking a few shots.” Her face twist in confusion as she tries to remember her night. “I also remember Josh pulling me into a game of beer pong. I think I lost.”
“Big time,” I say. “I would stay away from that game if I was you.”
She makes a sound that sounds like a grunt. “Yeah. I’ll do that.”
Angel places her drink on the island and speaks. “Did your parents know you were over here last night?”
“Yeah. I told my mother I was staying over at your house for a girls’ night.” Missy then looks over at me. “I still live with my parents.” She sighs.
“Sounds like you want to move out.”
She nods. “But I’m taking too many classes, it’s like I have a full-time job.” Her shoulders fall. “And I can’t seem to find a job that will work with my schedule.”
“There’s nothing wrong with living with them,” Angel says.
“I know. I just hate that they always want to know where I’m going or what I am up to.” She shrugs. “After this semester, I’m going to look for my own place.”
We all hear a door open and turn to look at the entrance of the kitchen when Tate walks in rubbing the back of his neck. I can tell that he slept in his clothes. His black shirt and dark jeans are wrinkled. He even still has his boots on.
“Sleep in all your clothes last night?” I ask with a smile.
He nods in response.
“I slept in my makeup,” Angel offers. “I hate when I do that.”
Missy laughs. “I did too. I guess we shouldn’t make it a habit of falling asleep in a bathroom.”
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