I'm staying with you. I'm not leaving you alone tonight, not with the heavy amount of alcohol you've apparently taken in."
I can't let him stay with me because then I wouldn't be able to sneak out to get away.
"Fine," I huff. "I'll stay until I'm sober enough to leave."
He smirks, and then his delicious lips stroke my forehead as a guy opens the door to the cabin for us.
"Did you kick his ass?" he asks.
"No, but it was hard not to. Do me a favor, Zee, will you go grab Alyssa's phone? I think she dropped it around the midway point."
"Yeah, sure. Maybe I'll get the chance to run into Heath."
The menace in his eyes is unmistakable. They really hate Heath.
"Play nice. Don't cause a scene," Kane warns before walking through the enormous living area filled with gallant, large widows.
The others are stretched out on couches and chairs, some of them coupled up, and the others seeming causally engaged in whatever movie they're watching. Then I get sick when I see Amy staring at me with the scorned woman's fury.
"Should have kept her in that cage," I almost whisper, and Kane lets out a laugh again.
"You're probably right," he murmurs while kissing my forehead again.
"You alright?" one of the girls asks, seeming sincere in her concern.
"Fine, just drunk," I mumble.
She smirks and then she stands to walk to a door and opens it for us. Her soft auburn hair falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, smoky blue, and they have a depth that shows experience beyond her years, giving her a delicate but mysterious edge.
"Heath is a total creep, and he knows it," she almost growls. "He's one person I'd like to break my no-violence rule for."
"I think that goes for all of us," Kane murmurs while carrying me through the doorway, and then I feel a plush bed beneath me as he puts me down.
"Let me know if you need anything," she says while shutting the door behind her.
"At least she's not psycho for you." I sigh while turning over on my side, avoiding looking at him.
"Definitely not. Sierra is Deke's girl, and she's pretty cool... like a sister to me." He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a tee-shirt, and then tosses it to me. "You can sleep in that, or I can see if Sierra has something you can borrow."
"I’ll stay in my clothes because I'm leaving the second I'm sober."
His sweet face is taken over with agitation.
"Alyssa, you're not getting sober until you get some sleep. Change or I'll change you."
That shouldn't turn me on, so why does it?
"Fine. I'll change," I mumble while sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head.
He coughs and turns his back, and I let a laugh free.
"Like you didn't see more last night. Afraid you'll feel the urge to run off again?" I taunt.
He turns back around as I slip on his shirt, and then he walks over to me to pull my lips to his, devouring me by surprise. He jerks my hips to his and rips my pants free from my body.
Heat floods through my veins, burning me alive from the inside in the most divine way. Damn he tastes so good.
"Shit," he murmurs while backing away. "I didn't want to look because I knew it'd be hard as hell to stop myself, but I'm not some asshole like Heath who's ready to pounce on a girl while she's drunk."
"You didn't have a problem stopping yourself when I was completely sober."
My snarky comment forces a wince from him. He runs his hands through his hair, demonstrating how terribly frustrated he is.
"Please don't keep punishing me for that," he groans. "I've already explained it and told you I was sorry several times."
Sorry doesn't piece back together my dignity or my confidence. How's a girl supposed to feel?
"I'm not punishing you, I'm just stating the obvious."
I try to ignore the throbbing desire to straddle him right now, but it’s almost overwhelming. One thing that helps me is the fact I really don't feel like being turned down a second time.
He sighs as he climbs into bed beside me, and then his arm
I can't let him stay with me because then I wouldn't be able to sneak out to get away.
"Fine," I huff. "I'll stay until I'm sober enough to leave."
He smirks, and then his delicious lips stroke my forehead as a guy opens the door to the cabin for us.
"Did you kick his ass?" he asks.
"No, but it was hard not to. Do me a favor, Zee, will you go grab Alyssa's phone? I think she dropped it around the midway point."
"Yeah, sure. Maybe I'll get the chance to run into Heath."
The menace in his eyes is unmistakable. They really hate Heath.
"Play nice. Don't cause a scene," Kane warns before walking through the enormous living area filled with gallant, large widows.
The others are stretched out on couches and chairs, some of them coupled up, and the others seeming causally engaged in whatever movie they're watching. Then I get sick when I see Amy staring at me with the scorned woman's fury.
"Should have kept her in that cage," I almost whisper, and Kane lets out a laugh again.
"You're probably right," he murmurs while kissing my forehead again.
"You alright?" one of the girls asks, seeming sincere in her concern.
"Fine, just drunk," I mumble.
She smirks and then she stands to walk to a door and opens it for us. Her soft auburn hair falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, smoky blue, and they have a depth that shows experience beyond her years, giving her a delicate but mysterious edge.
"Heath is a total creep, and he knows it," she almost growls. "He's one person I'd like to break my no-violence rule for."
"I think that goes for all of us," Kane murmurs while carrying me through the doorway, and then I feel a plush bed beneath me as he puts me down.
"Let me know if you need anything," she says while shutting the door behind her.
"At least she's not psycho for you." I sigh while turning over on my side, avoiding looking at him.
"Definitely not. Sierra is Deke's girl, and she's pretty cool... like a sister to me." He walks over to a dresser and pulls out a tee-shirt, and then tosses it to me. "You can sleep in that, or I can see if Sierra has something you can borrow."
"I’ll stay in my clothes because I'm leaving the second I'm sober."
His sweet face is taken over with agitation.
"Alyssa, you're not getting sober until you get some sleep. Change or I'll change you."
That shouldn't turn me on, so why does it?
"Fine. I'll change," I mumble while sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head.
He coughs and turns his back, and I let a laugh free.
"Like you didn't see more last night. Afraid you'll feel the urge to run off again?" I taunt.
He turns back around as I slip on his shirt, and then he walks over to me to pull my lips to his, devouring me by surprise. He jerks my hips to his and rips my pants free from my body.
Heat floods through my veins, burning me alive from the inside in the most divine way. Damn he tastes so good.
"Shit," he murmurs while backing away. "I didn't want to look because I knew it'd be hard as hell to stop myself, but I'm not some asshole like Heath who's ready to pounce on a girl while she's drunk."
"You didn't have a problem stopping yourself when I was completely sober."
My snarky comment forces a wince from him. He runs his hands through his hair, demonstrating how terribly frustrated he is.
"Please don't keep punishing me for that," he groans. "I've already explained it and told you I was sorry several times."
Sorry doesn't piece back together my dignity or my confidence. How's a girl supposed to feel?
"I'm not punishing you, I'm just stating the obvious."
I try to ignore the throbbing desire to straddle him right now, but it’s almost overwhelming. One thing that helps me is the fact I really don't feel like being turned down a second time.
He sighs as he climbs into bed beside me, and then his arm
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