Chapter 10
TEN
KENNEDY
Iwake in the familiar, silky confines of my bed on New Year’s Day, feeling like a skunk died in my mouth and an eighteen-wheeler ran over my head. Ugh.
With every ounce of energy I have, I turn my head to see if the man I came home with is still here. I hope not. I’m not in the mood for morning-after fake pleasantries. Just fuck me hard, knock me around a little bit, and then leave me alone.
I have zero recollection of who it was, but I remember a man carrying me and placing me on my bed last night, so it must have happened.
The other side of the bed doesn’t look like anyone even sat on it, let alone slept in it. Hmm. That’s odd. Did I not get laid? Damnit. I wanted to ring in the New Year with a bang.
Flashes of last night begin to hit me. I remember Daylen pushing some guy away from me and then carrying me out of the karaoke bar. No way. I must be misremembering.
I pull back the blankets and take in my wardrobe. I’m in my top from last night with just my panties on the bottom. My jeans are nowhere to be found. Oh god, I hope I didn’t throw them out the Uber window. I did that a few times in New York.
It’s rare that I have sex with a top on. My tits are usually the first thing men want to see on my body.
With Herculean effort, I turn my head back around and look at my night table.
There are two glasses of water and a bottle of Advil sitting on top.
My eyes move down to the floor, and I notice a trash can full of puke next to me.
This is too thoughtful for a man. One of the girls must have taken care of me.
A waft of the puke stench invades my nostrils.
Oh cheez, it stinks. I need to dispose of that.
I slowly and gingerly make my way to my bathroom and pour out the contents of the trash can before rinsing it out until the odor is gone.
I then strip and get into the shower, letting the hot water pour all over my achy body.
Why did I drink so much? We started too early, that’s why.
Such a rookie New Year’s Eve mistake. Very unlike me.
Daylen was pissing me off so much, I needed to do something to numb the pain and drown out his annoyingly loud laugh.
It’s like he has no sense of normal social boundaries.
After showering and a good ten minutes of brushing every square inch of my teeth with half a tube of toothpaste, I start to feel slightly human again. A loud rumbling in my belly alerts me to the fact that I need something in it to soak up the booze.
I slip into my short, red silk robe and walk out of my bedroom toward my kitchen, stopping short when I see a giant male figure sleeping on my couch.
I have no clue who it could be. Maybe I had sex with this guy, and then he passed out on the couch on his way out? Seems plausible given my state.
As I approach the large figure, I notice it’s Daylen sleeping on his back. What in the fuck is he doing here? Oh god, I hope I didn’t fuck him. No, I would never, and neither would he. He hates me as much as I hate him. There must be some other explanation.
I notice his ugly sweater and cheap, out-of-style jeans on the floor. If that motherfucker is naked on my sofa, I will burn it with him strapped to it.
Walking closer to him, I inwardly laugh as I take in my small throw blanket over him.
It covers exactly two inches of his enormous body.
He’s in an I Heart the Jonas Brothers T-shirt and neon pink boxer briefs with his hand shoved down the front holding onto his dick.
Why do guys do that in their sleep? Are they jerking off or trying to protect it? I’ve always wondered.
I think I prefer him sleeping. I can inwardly admit he’s a very attractive man, but then he opens his mouth and all the attractiveness vanishes.
One of my few memories from last night was him singing a medley of fuck you songs to me.
It started with “abcdefu” by Gayle and ended with “Fuck You” by Lily Allen.
I wonder what set him into the bout of insanity. Even on our worst day, I’ve never seen him that pissed off at me. He was like a raging bull, and all the animosity was directed at innocent me.
I may have waved the red flag in front of the bull a bit, but he was asking for it.
I don’t want to touch him. He’s probably disease riddled. Grabbing a pillow, I gently hit his chest. The giant doesn’t budge.
I do it again a little harder. Nothing.
I then smack him as hard as I can. Again, nothing. Maybe he’s dead.
This time, I wind up and whack him right in the face. He smiles and moans, “Do it again, baby. That makes me so hard.”
Now he’s fully stroking himself. Fucking freak.
I reach over and grab his nipple through his shirt before twisting it hard.
“Umm, hmm. Just like that, baby.”
Is this guy for real? Is he fucking with me right now?
I lean over and wave my hand in front of his face to see if he flinches, but before I know what’s happening, he grabs me around the waist, throws me onto the sofa, turns us so I’m under him, and then pushes his large, hard erection between my legs.
Did I mention that I’m not wearing panties? And his dick is now well above his boxer briefs. Several inches.
I let out a shriek, which is immediately muffled by his lips taking mine. He’s heavy. I’ve never had a man this big on top of me. I’m rendered completely immobile except for my one arm hanging off the sofa.
I’d like to say I stop him right away, but I haven’t gotten laid in two whole weeks, so I let it go on for a solid ten seconds before I reach for the remote control, lift it high in the air, and then bring it down hard, shoving it right into his ass.
He lets out a loud yelp before his eyes pop open, and he breaks the kiss.
When he sees me, he practically levitates off me in a way I would never have thought a man his size capable of.
He stumbles backward until he trips ten feet away from me, landing on my floor with a loud thud that likely wakes everyone in the building.
I let out a laugh. “Ha. Holy shit, that reaction was amazing.”
He reaches around and rubs his ass. “What was that?”
“My remote control. You were groping me without invitation. Don’t mess with a bull if you can’t handle the horns…up your ass.” I giggle as I sit up while making sure my lady bits are all covered by my small robe.
I nod my head toward him. “You want to put the stallion back in the corral, killer? It’s grossing me out.”
He looks down at his dick, which is actually kind of impressive, sticking way up and over his boxer briefs. His eyes widen while he quickly tucks it back into the confines of his ridiculous boxer briefs that I’m now noticing also have an image of a hot dog covering the crotch.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “What the fuck happened?”
“Umm, why don’t you tell me? Why are you here? In my home.” I look down at his briefs. “And why are you still hard?”
“Why are you looking?” he snaps back before exhaling a long breath.
“I’m here because you were a mess, and your friends weren’t much better.
You puked more than I weigh. I was afraid you’d choke to death or wet the bed, so I stuck around and kept checking on you throughout the night. You’re welcome, wench.”
“I used to get in trouble for wetting the bed as a child. Now I get called a good girl.”
He barks out a laugh. “You’re truly one of a kind.”
I cross my arms. “Did you cockblock me? I remember dancing with a hottie, and we were talking about getting out of there. Why isn’t he here instead of you?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Oh, you mean Brock?” He says his name like it tastes bitter on his tongue.
“The guy who turned you and kissed you while his friends dropped something into your drink? He’s likely in the hospital with a broken nose, along with his two buddies.
I’ll probably get sued, but please allow me to apologize for cockblocking you from a certain gang rape,” he says with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
My face immediately falls, and my hand covers my mouth. “What?” I breathe. “They put something in my drink?” I’m usually super conscious about that kind of stuff, but I was pretty trashed, so it’s plausible.
He nods. “I was coming out of the bathroom, getting ready to leave with a blonde hottie of my own, when I happened to see it all go down. I just started swinging at them. Mayhem ensued. More than half our group had already left. Your remaining friends were too messed up to take care of you, so I carried your heavy ass home. I couldn’t even get a cab or Uber because you were vomiting more fluids than I’ve ever seen emitted from a human being. ”
My entire body begins shaking as tears form in my eyes just thinking about what almost happened to me.
He stands and walks over before plopping next to me and pulling me close with one arm.
“Don’t cry. I hate when women cry.” He covers my mouth.
“Before you say it, no, women don’t cry after having sex with me. I know you were thinking that.”
I let out a small giggle through my tears, appreciating his attempt to make me laugh in light of the heaviness of what he told me. “I’ll give you a day off. You earned it,” I mumble into his hand.
He nods as he removes said hand and looks at me.
“I’m glad I was there. I might hate you,” he winks, “but no woman deserves that.” He chews his lower lip nervously.
“Do you maybe want me to call someone before I head out? Someone you can talk to about what almost happened to you. I’m sure it’s a lot to process. ”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll be okay. Thanks though.” I fidget with my robe, feeling bad about how I treated him last night and this morning. “Can I make you breakfast? It’s the least I can do after what you did for me.”
He twists his lips. “Hmm, I do love breakfast. Can we make it quick? I should get home to feed my dog.”
I immediately smile. “You have a dog?”
He nods as he stands and begins to dress. “Yep. BJ. The light of my life.”