feet from heading that way, shirtless with just my basketball shorts on. The look of appreciation on Lauren’s face was almost worth the miserable day I’d had since I left her in my bed. Beautifully naked in my bed, after screaming my name as she came. Shit, I’d never get that image out of my head, and even my five mile run this afternoon couldn't get rid of the hard-on I'd had all day for her.
“Hey Ty, staying in tonight?” Caleb asked in surprise as he cracked open a can of beer. If I wasn't working the two of us were usually out at a club or bar with Dylan and Will on weekends, and I almost always brought home a woman.
"Yeah, and just looking for something to eat. Good to see you staying away from alcohol tonight,” I told Lauren, when I saw that she was nursing a bottle of water.
“I'm pretty sure I've learned my lesson,” Lauren responded, her cheeks turning pink, either because she was thinking about this morning or me seeing her sick last night. Or maybe her face was flushed for another reason. The same reason her dress was skewed and her hair was mussed. There were red patches on the skin around her neck and chest like rough facial hair had rubbed her in those spots. Goddamn it.
Caleb looked between the two of us, confusion written clearly on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“I ah, got sick last night from drinking too much,” she explained to him.
He moved in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear then kissed her. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I shouldn't have let you drink so much. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you and, well, Tyler was up doing what he could for me," she said.
I was actually surprised she'd mentioned I'd been up with her.
Caleb looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes momentarily narrowing. “That’s Tyler, always helping others.”
“Yeah, all part of my job. Too bad nice guys like me always finish last. Maybe you could give me some pointers on being an asshole, Caleb,” I taunted him, grabbing up some cookies and a soda then headed back to my room.
“Sorry bro, but you can’t teach awesome,” he laughed and called out behind me.
At least they shut the bedroom door tonight. I could still hear them, but it wasn't nearly as loud. It still hurt like a son of a bitch though.
Chapter Eight
Lauren
It was Tuesday night and I was actually home in my bed for the first time since Thursday. I hated coming back to this shitty apartment, but I wasn’t going to be all clingy and ask Caleb to let me stay with him again tonight. After four nights in a row he had to be getting sick of me.
Things between us were going great, even though it was all still so new. He was actually a really sweet guy like Tyler, despite his bad boy looks. We'd spent most of our time in bed, sleeping and screwing each other's brains out, but we'd also cooked meals and showered together. We'd even gone grocery shopping together. It felt like we'd been together for months instead of just days. Tyler hadn't been around much since we saw him Saturday night, thank goodness. I was still embarrassed about what'd happened on Saturday morning, and felt like such a slut.
I hadn’t gotten over wanting Tyler, but I was seriously happy with Caleb, and really hoped he'd keep calling me.
I had just fallen asleep in my tiny twin bed when I heard my mom scream like she was being murdered. I jumped up and ran into the living room, skidding to a stop when I saw two men standing in our living room, wearing masks with guns out and ready. Holy shit! I looked over at my mom who was lying in the middle of the floor, crying in her old tattered nightgown, looking like she was probably high on something or other. Her worthless cop-a-feel boyfriend was nowhere to be found, of course. Frozen in fear I waited for instructions, knowing they were coming.
“Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your head.”
There they were. I just needed to
“Hey Ty, staying in tonight?” Caleb asked in surprise as he cracked open a can of beer. If I wasn't working the two of us were usually out at a club or bar with Dylan and Will on weekends, and I almost always brought home a woman.
"Yeah, and just looking for something to eat. Good to see you staying away from alcohol tonight,” I told Lauren, when I saw that she was nursing a bottle of water.
“I'm pretty sure I've learned my lesson,” Lauren responded, her cheeks turning pink, either because she was thinking about this morning or me seeing her sick last night. Or maybe her face was flushed for another reason. The same reason her dress was skewed and her hair was mussed. There were red patches on the skin around her neck and chest like rough facial hair had rubbed her in those spots. Goddamn it.
Caleb looked between the two of us, confusion written clearly on his face. “What are you talking about?”
“I ah, got sick last night from drinking too much,” she explained to him.
He moved in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear then kissed her. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I shouldn't have let you drink so much. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you and, well, Tyler was up doing what he could for me," she said.
I was actually surprised she'd mentioned I'd been up with her.
Caleb looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes momentarily narrowing. “That’s Tyler, always helping others.”
“Yeah, all part of my job. Too bad nice guys like me always finish last. Maybe you could give me some pointers on being an asshole, Caleb,” I taunted him, grabbing up some cookies and a soda then headed back to my room.
“Sorry bro, but you can’t teach awesome,” he laughed and called out behind me.
At least they shut the bedroom door tonight. I could still hear them, but it wasn't nearly as loud. It still hurt like a son of a bitch though.
Chapter Eight
Lauren
It was Tuesday night and I was actually home in my bed for the first time since Thursday. I hated coming back to this shitty apartment, but I wasn’t going to be all clingy and ask Caleb to let me stay with him again tonight. After four nights in a row he had to be getting sick of me.
Things between us were going great, even though it was all still so new. He was actually a really sweet guy like Tyler, despite his bad boy looks. We'd spent most of our time in bed, sleeping and screwing each other's brains out, but we'd also cooked meals and showered together. We'd even gone grocery shopping together. It felt like we'd been together for months instead of just days. Tyler hadn't been around much since we saw him Saturday night, thank goodness. I was still embarrassed about what'd happened on Saturday morning, and felt like such a slut.
I hadn’t gotten over wanting Tyler, but I was seriously happy with Caleb, and really hoped he'd keep calling me.
I had just fallen asleep in my tiny twin bed when I heard my mom scream like she was being murdered. I jumped up and ran into the living room, skidding to a stop when I saw two men standing in our living room, wearing masks with guns out and ready. Holy shit! I looked over at my mom who was lying in the middle of the floor, crying in her old tattered nightgown, looking like she was probably high on something or other. Her worthless cop-a-feel boyfriend was nowhere to be found, of course. Frozen in fear I waited for instructions, knowing they were coming.
“Get down on the floor and put your hands behind your head.”
There they were. I just needed to
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