by Kira Blakely
Come. The word hovered in her mind. Now that her grief had dimmed, the desire was rushing back, making her painfully aware of just how much she wanted him.
“You need to get some sleep.”
The words jolted her. That desire plucked at her body, making her nipples hard and her panties wet. She wanted him to stay more than anything. She protested, “If you want to stay, I will be fine with that.”
He leaned toward her. Her lips parted as she anticipated the kiss. But he just left a gentle kiss on her forehead and not her lips. He said, “I would never do anything to make you regret anything you did with me. I’m afraid you’d wonder why you slept with me tonight if I stayed.”
“I would never regret it.” The words were soft and yet forceful.
Ashton gave her a lopsided smile. “I’d rather not test that theory. How about a date tomorrow night?”
A date? She asked, “You mean a real date?”
He looked a little self-conscious. “Sure, why not? I’d like to see you again, and I would love to talk to you about that idea you had at the party.”
“What idea?” her brow crimped as she tried to recall what he meant.
“The dating app thing.”
“Oh.” Well why not? It would be a good reason to see him again, and maybe, just maybe he was just using that as a reason to see her, too. After all, it wasn’t like he was used to really dating. “Okay. I’d love to go out with you tomorrow.”
“I’ll pick you up. Say, seven thirty? Or is that too early or late for you?”
“No, that’s perfect.” That time would enable her to get home, shower, and change into something slinky below whatever she wore on their date. “That sounds great in fact.”
Now that she knew he was leaving, she felt a small sense of loss. She still wanted him, but that desire had been tempered by a giant sense of anticipation that tingled along her nerve endings and made a pleasurable little pool well higher deep down in her crotch.
He left and she stood there, her back against the door and a smile on her face. It had been a day of mountainous highs and cavernous lows. She felt slightly better about what she had said to her mother. She had been wrong for being so cruel, but if she had ever been allowed to express her hurt and misery as a child she might never have needed to say those things as harshly as she had.
She headed into the bedroom but stopped again. The flowers sat on the table, and she picked them up and went to the kitchen. She rummaged around until she found a tall glass which she filled with water and sugar, then she took the flowers from the wrapper and arranged them in the vase. She scooped up the flowers and a smashed cupcake, using one finger to swipe a hunk of frosting off the lid of the box then headed for her bedroom.
She hummed as she stepped into her dark and quiet bedroom, licking the chocolate frosting off her finger before disrobing and putting on a thin t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts.
The anticipation mounted as she lay there, sure that she would never get any sleep at all. Despite both that anticipation and her worry that she wouldn’t, she began to drift away.
Ashton was amazing.
And amazingly wrong for her, too.
Ashton
ASHTON COULDN’T BELIEVE how terrible Laura’s childhood had been. He seethed in an anger born out of a sense of helplessness as he drove home. Just when he thought his life was the worst one anyone could have had, he found someone who’d had an even worse childhood.
The pain she was in was obvious. He could see it, and that pain had been the only thing that kept him from bedding her. There weren’t many times in his life he engaged in chivalry, but just then he had wanted to be the good guy.
Thinking of sleeping with her while she was hurting, afraid, and dealing with the fact that her parents did not love her was stupid anyway. She needed an ear and a shoulder, not a dick in her bed.
But man, walking away like that had been so damn hard!
He didn’t regret it. In fact, it felt good to do the right thing. The sight of her eyes, drowned in tears and rimmed in red, had made his heart ache for her.
He would see her tomorrow. A funny little throb hit his heart, and his belly made a weird flip. He had never been so excited by the prospect of seeing a woman again, and his smile got wider as he turned down his street, heading home.
He had still not moved past the old neighborhood. He should and he knew it, but part of him was so sure that he was going to go broke and end up right back there anyway that he just stuck around.
He parked and stared at the façade of the place. It was the nicest apartment building in the neighborhood, true enough, but it was a far cry from what he could have easily afforded. Jackson had wasted no time in getting the hell out of the neighborhood, and Ashton knew he should, too. He was a multimillionaire even if his neighbors didn’t know it, and if they found out he was likely to be a target for them.
The fancy sports car got too much attention as it was, and even though the building had a secure garage below, it was probably just a matter of time before the damn thing got jacked. He sighed and opened the door, stepping out into the dimness of the garage before locking the car and heading for the creaking elevator on the right.
He was too busy thinking about Laura to pay attention to his surroundings.
That was his first mistake. He didn’t see Gerald come up behind him until he caught a glimpse of a wavering reflection in the polished steel of the elevator doors. He dismissed that, and it was his second mistake.
“Hey, you little shit.”
The voice sent him spinning around, fists already coming up, but it was too late.
The steel bar Gerald held met Ashton’s ribs. He heard them crunch and he gasped, blood rushing to his head and his mind going blank.
He fought back of course, but it was he and his busted ribs against a much larger guy with a steel pipe. In the end, Ashton wound up on the floor of the garage, broken and bleeding and unconscious.
“Hey, mister.” A hand shook him awake.
Pain lanced through his body, and Ashton grunted out, “No, God. Leave me alone.”
“Easy, buddy. I called the cops already.”
Ashton opened one eye. The other one was stuck fast. His lips ached and cracked as he asked, “Why?”
“Because someone worked you over, and I don’t care to have you die here on the floor. The union would have my ass.”
The security guard the building paid for. Ashton tried to focus his one open eye, but everything looked dim and unfocused. He tried to speak. The guard added, “He didn’t have time to rob you. I got here and saw him whipping up on you and scared him off but…anyway, I was too busy trying to get an ambulance and the cops here to chase him. Sorry.”
“No worries.” Was he dying? He sure felt like it. There was not one inch of his body that did not hurt.
An ambulance came crashing in, its flashing lights splashing and flashing across the concrete walls of the parking garage. The noise and the lights made Asheton’s head feel like it was about to explode. He wanted to vomit. There was a stabbing and burning feeling in his side.
He passed out again as the paramedics leaned over him, their voices coming from a long distance away.
Laura
Ashton stood her up.
Upset and angry, Laura paced the apartment, her feet carrying her back and forth across the floor. Her nerves were on the ragged edge, and she kept glancing at her watch and phone. Eight-thirty came and she sighed, knowing that there was no other explanation other than he was not coming.
He had changed his mind. Maybe he had decided that a woman who had such a huge amount of baggage was not one he wanted to be with, or maybe he had found a woman who he liked more.
What did it matter? Either way, he was not there.
The doorknob rattled. Laura dashed toward the door but it swung open to reveal Lexie. Laura’s heart sank as the hope that had come died again.
Lexie asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah,
just…restless.” She wanted to tell Lexie that she had seen Ashton and had a date with him but that he had stood her up, but she didn’t. Dawson was still a friend of Ashton’s, and she didn’t want to get between them. She knew Lexie would be angry and say something and that might cause not just a problem between Dawson and Ashton, but a problem between Lexie and Dawson. She added, “What are you doing home? Did you miss me too much to stay away?”
Lexie sighed. “Oh, Laura, I have been a bad friend, haven’t I? I really haven’t been around much at all, and I am so sorry.”
“Oh, it’s okay. You got a great guy. Of course, you want to be with him as much as possible.” She understood; she really did.
Lexie said, “He is great, but you were always a great friend, too, and I have really been a terrible friend by not being here for you more often. I’m sorry.”
“No worries. So, what brings you home tonight?”
Lexie set her bag down and sighed, her fingers running through her hair. “Oh, it’s awful. Ashton’s in the hospital and Dawson’s with him. They’re only letting in family right now, and Dawson told them that he’s Ashton’s brother, so…”
No! She had to have misunderstood. Her voice was strained. “Did you say Ashton is in the hospital?”
“Yeah. I forgot you knew him. I saw you talking to him at the party last night, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.” Her lips were numb. “What happened to him?” Visions of a bloody car crash filled her mind, and she had to blink that away to keep from screaming aloud in horror. “Is he okay? I mean, is he…is he…?’
Lexie’s brow furrowed. “Laura, you okay?”
“Yeah. No.” Damn it, now she had to tell her. “Lexie, look. Ashton and I were supposed to go out tonight. We, uh, well we hooked up after I helped him out during a bar fight, and we hadn’t seen each other since, but we met up again last night at the party. I came home alone, but he dropped by with some flowers and cupcakes, and he found me freaking out because my mom called me because it was Mathew’s birthday and…”
“I wasn’t here. Oh, Laura, I am so sorry!” Lexie rushed up and hugged her, hard. “I know how much that hurts the hell out of you every year. I should have remembered. Now I feel like a really awful friend!”
“Don’t,” Laura said sternly. “I was okay after…well, I actually don’t know if I am okay. But what I really want to know is if he’s okay?”
The expression on Lexie’s face made Laura’s heart nearly stop. Lexie said, “He got robbed or something. Whomever did it worked him over really bad. He’s got some broken ribs and a massive concussion. He’s also got a lot of bruises all over his body. The doctors say whoever did it must have been trying to kill him.”
Laura’s fingers clenched together. “Oh, no. But…but will he be okay?”
Lexie said, “I don’t know. I mean, he’s alive and all. That’s the big thing. He’s just really hurt. They’re keeping him overnight because of the concussion and some blood on his brain.”
“I have to get to the hospital.”
Lexie’s brows elevated. “Wow. What kind of hookup did you two have anyway?”
Laura rubbed her hands over her face. “It was not just that. There’s…we have a lot in common. He got it, why I was so upset last night.” She paused. Lexie had never really known what it was like for Laura at home, because every time she was around, Laura’s parents managed to connect to reality if not be affectionate toward her. From the outside, it must have looked like she had such a happy home life, although one colored by tragedy beyond imagining. Lexie didn’t even know that she’d just been born to save a brother who had been beyond saving.
Lexie picked up her bag. “Okay, if that’s what you want, I will drive, but I don’t know if they’ll let us in. If they don’t, we can always go down to the cafeteria and get updates from Dawson.”
Laura’s eyes blurred from the tears forming. “See? You’re a great friend.”
They weren’t able to get in to see Ashton. Dawson had been shut out, too, as the doctors were busy doing something to make sure his head injury wouldn’t cause any permanent damage. If Dawson thought Laura’s being there was odd, he didn’t say anything.
Instead, he directed the two of them to a cafeteria while he took up post in the waiting room, promising to call Lexie’s phone if anything changed.
Now, Laura and Lexie sat in the nearly empty cafeteria, a tray of chicken strips and fries in front of them. Despite not having had dinner, neither of them were particularly hungry.
Lexie said, “I knew they had it rough. I mean, I heard the story of how they met, too. I didn’t know it was that bad at home for you though. I am so sorry. I wish I had had the guts to leave that town long before I did. I feel like you just didn’t leave because you were too worried about me.”
Laura snorted. “Don’t even. I love you, you are my best friend, but I didn’t leave because I didn’t have the guts. It had nothing to do with you. Sometimes you pick the devil you know over the one you don’t.”
Lexie sighed and pushed a fry around the tray before picking it up and popping it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed. “You do know he’s the first guy I have ever seen you care about?’
Defensiveness set in. “What do you mean?’
Lexie dusted off her hands. “I mean, you dated a few guys back home, but when things got serious you always broke it off. Heck that one guy – the one that had the motorcycle –”
“Jim.”
“Right. Jim. He caught the flu and had to break a date with you, and you broke up with him.”
“He was a jerk. The flu had nothing to do with it.” That was true. “I didn’t break up with him over the flu. I broke up with him because he tried to force me to go to Vegas with him and get married.”
Lexie’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Not even kidding. I really do not want to get married.”
“You’re always saying that.”
Laura said, “Because it’s true. I don’t. I don’t even know for sure if I ever want to have a long-term relationship either.”
“But here you are, sitting in a hospital, worrying about a guy you were supposed to have a date with tonight.”
“That’s not a ‘oh I want to date him’ statement.”
Lexie looked amused. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
Lexie’s expression turned serious. “You know he’s a player, right? I mean, he’s not the kind of guy to stick around. He’s sort of…well, just like you – commitment shy and all that.”
Laura did know. At first, that had been what made him so attractive. But now that fact had become slightly more problematic, and she knew exactly what Lexie was trying to tell her.
“I know that, and I’m not looking for anything he can’t give. He isn’t looking for anything I can’t give either, so it’s all good.”
It was. She knew better than to fall for a guy like Ashton. She liked him and she wanted him. That was enough, at least for now.
No, wait. Had she just thought that?
Her phone chirped. Lexie took it out of her handbag and answered it. She said a few all rights and okays, and then hung up. She gave Laura a smile that filled her with relief. “Dawson says the doctors say he can have a little company, but just for a few minutes.”
Her legs went liquid, but Laura managed to stand. Lexie had hammered something home she had not even wanted to admit to herself. She really liked Ashton, she knew that, but she liked him a lot more than she was comfortable with. She also had no idea how he felt about her, but she did know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he really wasn’t the kind of guy to stick.
In his room, she stepped up close to the bed. His face was swollen and his strong body swathed in a field of white bandages, but he was awake. He gave her a wry grin as she said, “Wow, you will go a long way to break a date.”
He chuckled. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. I let someone run me over with a truck because I got cold feet
.”
Dawson and Lexie walked out, giving them some privacy. Ashton said, “I am sorry about standing you up.”
“I guess you couldn’t really help it.” Her eyes flicked to all the bandages and fear lanced through her. “What happened?”
“Karma, I guess.”
She understood then. “Oh, the guy from the bar.”
“Yeah, I got to do something about him.” His eyes were unreadable.
“What the hell does he have against you anyway?”
Ashton groaned, “You don’t want to know.”
“Do you mean you don’t want to tell me?”
He winced. “Are you going to think less of me?”
“Probably not. You did stand me up after all.”
He laughed then coughed. “Shit, that hurts.” He winced, and she moved toward the bed, concerned but he waved it off. “Look, way back in the day – when I was like fourteen – I was in this house. The woman there, my foster mom, she was a slut. I mean for real. I don’t call women that, usually. But this one – man, every guy in the hood and then some. Me included. It was part of my room and board, in her words.”
Horror hit her hard. “She made you sleep with her?’
He gave her a dry look. “I was fourteen. I would have stuck my dick in a sewer grate if I could have gotten off. I wouldn’t say she made me, but it was clear from the minute I got there I was expected to. Only, she was sleeping with everyone else, including that dude. He didn’t take it well.”
“How did he find out?’
“Hell if I know. I just know him and his goon squad came after me and my buddy Jackson one afternoon and damn near killed me over her. The only good thing to come out of it was that I got sent off to juvie and out of there and, from what I hear, her old man finally decided to leave her ass. Also, she had to move to a real craphole of a house and they took her off the foster rolls because she couldn’t provide real shelter. So, everything worked out.”
“Except this guy still hates you. Or he still loves her and feels like he lost her over you, which all sort of equates to the same thing. I hope you told the cops who did it.”