12. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Dylan
Driving to The Den in a panic is not what I wanted to do tonight. I don’t give a fuck what my brother says, maybe if he was paying attention to his friend, Easton wouldn’t be drunk, let alone texting me on some bullshit.
I’m so fucking worried as I speed down the highway to get to him. His texts sounded weird and alarming; he never texts me like that. The only time we ever speak to one another in a sexual way is in the middle of the act, so to say I was shocked by his actions and apologies, is an understatement. A little secret about Easton is that he very rarely drinks. So for him to be drunk as a skunk, means something is seriously wrong.
I’m exhausted from the day and the night before. My body still hurts and bruises are starting to litter my skin in random places. I fucking hate that me and Eas fought earlier today, but he just kept pushing and pushing. I wanted to tell him so fucking bad, but he will tell my brother, who will definitely tell my mother, and just no. I have to keep this shit buried. Act like it never fucking happened. My phone goes off and I see a text from Carter.
Carter: Hey babe. I know it’s late but I’m just checking in. I miss you Dyl, you should have come to the Hamptons with me. But I hope you had fun with the girls this weekend. I love you. Date night when I get back?
I really should have gone with him, then maybe this shit would have never happened. Arriving at The Den, I put the car in park and hop out as I text Carter back.
Me: Miss you too, babe. I hope you are having a wonderful time in Boujeeville. Lol. When are you due back? Date night sounds like fun. See you soon. Love you. xo
Sliding my phone in my back pocket, I see it’s not as busy as it usually is here, which makes this shit even more fucking suspicious. I swing open the door and see barely anyone of importance until I notice the slump figure on the couch.
Shaking my head, I go straight for him. Looking down, I see his phone laying on his chest, so I pick it up and slide it in my front pocket. I rock his shoulder to wake him and he jumps up from the couch, his eyes going wide as he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing as flashes of last night litter my vision. I try to scream, but he squeezes tighter.
“D? What the fuck? Shit. I’m sorry,” he slurs, letting go of my throat. I narrow my eyes at him but I should have known better. Since we were kids, you couldn't wake him up by touching him because he automatically starts swinging. Still, to this day, no one knows why that is, but I’m stupid and wasn’t thinking.
He releases my throat and falls back down. Taking a deep breath, I grab his hand and try to pull him up. His hands slide up my thighs and over my ass, slowly inching up to my waist.
“Come here, baby.” He smiles, trying to pull me down with him.My eyes go wide as I shove his hands off me.
“Eas, not the fucking place. Come on, let's go to your room and get you to bed.” I say as he looks around before he gives my ass a squeeze. He wants to die tonight. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Easton Daniels, stop. There are too many people around and I have a boyfriend.” I whisper yell as he stands on shaky legs.
“Not long for, Hellcat.” He slurs. He fucking reeks of vodka.
“How much did you drink tonight and hold on to me, you idiot, before you fall!” I whisper, wrapping my arm around his waist as he wraps his arm around my neck. Fuck, this hurts. He’s so fucking heavy.
“You smell delicious, pretty girl.” He whispers, licking my ear.
“Easton, if you don’t stop, I’m going to drop your ass and leave. I’m trying to help you. Now fucking help me get you to your room, then you can spew all the bullshit you want at me.” I chide.
“It’s not bullshit, Hellcat. I mean every say I word.” He smiles again and I laugh as we make it down the hall.
“You can’t even speak right, let alone walk. Just shut up and help me help you, Crow.” I say, pulling him along.
“I hate when you call me that. You know you're pretty, right? Pretty as a button.” He hiccups and there is the smell of vodka again.
“Ok Eas, if you say so.” I shake my head as we reach his room and lean him up against the door, feeling in his pocket for the keys.
“To the left, Hellcat.” He smirks. For. Fuck’s. Sake.
“Very funny, Eas. I’m looking for your keys, asshole.” I seethe, getting annoyed.
“Just touch it. You know you want to.” He taunts. If it were any other time, he would be correct, but it feels wrong when he’s like this.
“No!” I say, finally finding his fucking keys. Pulling them out, I put the key in the door and swing it open.
“Why? You don’t want me anymore?” He pouts. Lord. Help. Me.
“Eas, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you're saying. Just go lay down.” I order, shutting his bedroom door. I look around and there isn't much in here. A standard dresser. A king size bed with nightstands, a small couch and a closet. Typical boring man room. He stumbles to his bed, kicking his boots off and shedding his shirt before plopping on top of it.
Jesus, he’s ripped and covered intattoos. I haven’t seen him shirtless in a while because he’s riddled with new ink I’ve never seen before. Why must he be so fucking sexy? I clear my throat, taking a step towards him as he struggles with his belt. Jesus Christ it’s like taking care of a toddler. I fall to my knees and remove his hands from his belt. His eyes lock with mine and he smirks as I roll mine and rip his belt off in one swift movement.
“Damn, Hellcat. You look fucking ravishing with my belt in your hands.” He says, licking his lips.
“Would you just lay down and go to bed?” I say, rolling my eyes again and chucking the belt onto the couch as he undoes the button on his jeans.
“Only if you lay with me, baby.” He says, scooting over and patting the spot next to him.
“If you stop calling me baby, I will.” I snide, raising a brow at him.
“Just shut the fuck up and get with me in bed.” he slurs as I move slowly, taking off my shoes and sliding in next to him.
“Come closer and take off the damn hoodie. I need to feel your skin.” He orders. But I can’t, all I have on is a bra and I don’t want him to see the bruises.
“No, just lay there and shut up.” I retort, silently begging him not to push.
“Please D. I just need to feel you.” He begs. Huffing, I reach over and turn his bedside lamp off, shed my hoodie and throw it to the couch as I lay down beside him.
“Don’t make me again say it.” He slurs some more and I laugh, turning on my side, trying not to wince. I lay my leg over his hip and my head on his rapidly beating chest.
“Happy now, drunky?” I giggle as he lays his hand on my lower back, rubbing circles right above my pant line causing goosebumps to litter my skin.
“Nope, I prefer you naked.” He grunts. Who is this guy? Easton is not known for being sweet or forthcoming with information, he’s always tight lipped and at arms length. Do I soak this up for what it is?I know he will forget about it in the morning anyway.
“Could you even undress me in your current state? Let alone get it up?” I can’t help but laugh as I move to place a kiss on his chest. I can still feel his rapidly beating heart.
“Don’t insult me, Hellcat. Even if I am really fucking drunk, I can do things to that sexy fucking body that you’ve never experienced before.” He states with such certainty. I look up at him with a raised brow.
“You’re lucky to be in this state. Otherwise, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening and you know it.” I sigh, laying back down.
“Perhaps you’re right, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want you.” He whispers and my head pops up, looking right into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. The game we play is all I get with you, but underneath all the attitude and taunts, you have to know how I feel about you, Hellcat.” He whispers some more, his eyes never leaving mine. I laugh and he growls, squeezing me tighter, causing me to wince.
“I’m sorry D, I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologizes as he rolls over. Hooking my leg higher over his hip, he grabs my face and caresses my cheek gently.
“It’s fine Eas. Besides, you won’t remember all of this in the morning. Which kills me deep inside, but it’s fine. We both know we can’t have one another. I have a boyfriend who I’m going off to live with in the dorms next year and probably marry in the future. So this,” I point between us, “Is just a fucking game we’ve been playing. It’s all good.” I lie, looking down. I don’t want him to see the hurt in my eyes and how much this breaks my heart. His pointer finger brings my chin up but I refuse to meet his eye. I can’t. It's too much and I’m too exhausted for all of this, but he grabs my face.
“Look at me, Dylan.” He growls, pulling me closer and squeezing me tighter, like he doesn’t want me to run. I shake my head and he does the unthinkable. He pulls me against his lips and I gasp as his tongue enters my mouth and caresses mine slowly. Holy fucking shit. He kisses me so fucking slowly as he grinds his hard cock against my pussy and deepens the kiss, sucking my lips into his mouth.
We don’t come up for air, lost in the moment for I don’t know how long, but I’m left a writhing mess in his arms. His cock is so fucking hard, I just want to grab it and make him feel good. I trail my hand from the back of his neck down his chest, feeling all his muscles tighten as I slowly slide down to his waiting cock. I run my fingers slowly up his length and he shutters against me, pulling away from the kiss.
“D, I need to tell you something.” He blurts but I stop him in his tracks, putting my finger against his lips.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment. If this is the only moment I get with you, without stipulation, then let us enjoy one another,” I whisper against his lips, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He groans as his hand squeezes my ass, running his fingers down my crack to the warmth between my thighs. I know I’m a fucking mess for him, but his mouth does things to me. He deepens the kiss again and I don’t ever want to stop.
I have never been so worked up in my life from just kissing and light dry humping, but this man doesn’t even need to touch me to set my body on fire. We kiss for hours until we are both spent with swollen lips. I lay my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath.
“I’m sorry, Hellcat. Sorry for everything.” He says as I feel my eyes get extremely heavy.
“It’s ok, Crow. I’m just going to close my eyes for a little bit. Then I’ll drive home.” I say in a sleepy tone, but he grabs me tighter.
“No, you will stay with me until morning. We will go to class together.” He says, sounding a little more coherent than earlier.
“Okay Eas. Whatever you–” That’s the last thing I remember beforesleep takes over.