Chapter 12
Bailey
I’m pissed off.
Partly because the way Wes cornered me in the bathroom was stupid and reckless.
But mostly because I’m wet and throbbing all thanks to him.
I know I could have said the safe word and he would’ve stopped, but I didn’t.
I’m trying not to read into why I didn’t say it, but right now the last thing I want to do is anything for him.
The party doesn’t look like it missed a beat while we were gone.
Even though I feel like my entire being has shifted, nothing else has changed.
I feel like I have a sign flashing above my head that I was just fingered in the bathroom by the giant grumpy asshole currently standing against a wall and scowling at everyone.
I do everything I can to avoid eye contact with him as I find anyone else I know to distract me.
Lily seems to be on the same mission as me because as soon as she sees me, I’m grabbed and pulled onto the dance floor.
It takes me a moment to start to move in a way that resembles dancing, but in my defense I feel like my brain was just completely scrambled.
And I’m still fighting with myself over if I should beg Wes to finish what he started, or find a new place to live and never step foot in this town again.
The problem with the second option is that I don’t want to run away again.
I like it here. I’ve actually built a life here, and one that is mine.
I own a business I enjoy. I have friends for the first time.
I feel comfortable. It’s rare anyone brings up my brother, and no one knows my past or the reputation the Collee name carries.
I’m just Bailey, and I don’t want to have to start over again.
“What’s wrong?” Lily asks over the music.
“Nothing.”
She looks me up and down, and that sign I feel like I have on my head feels like it’s neon and flashing, especially to her. If anyone can sniff something out, it’s Lily. Her eyes narrow on me.
“You sure about that?”
“What about you? You yanked me out here like you were trying to escape,” I divert, though I’m sure she catches on.
“I am. Parker won’t leave me alone and I don’t want to start a fight at Sutton’s wedding. That would be rude.”
“I’m sure she appreciates that.”
“So, whatever is going on has nothing to do with the fact that Wes is staring at you like he wants to take a bite out of you?” Lily smirks.
“Who’s that?”
“Ah, I see how it is. Okay, we’re playing that game? Alright.”
She moves around me, dancing dramatically, and I follow so she doesn’t end up behind me because I don’t know what she would do. This has me facing Wes, and I refuse to look up and see whatever look Lily supposedly sees.
“Just know,” she speaks up again. “The next time you want to try to play dumb, at least make sure to hide the bite mark a little better.”
I gasp, pulling my hair over my shoulders, doing what I can to cover whatever mark Wes left on me. That fucking asshole.
Lily throws her head back laughing. “Oh, you’re so fucked.”
It’s extremely late by the time I get home.
Wes left before me, and as I pull in the driveway I refuse to look at his house.
His car is there, but I don’t want to see if there are any lights on, see any movement, or even hear him in the yard with his dog.
I don’t want to give him any more of my attention or time.
Especially not tonight while my body is still thrumming from his touch, desperate to find that release he took away from me. The worst part is he’s right. If I were to take care of it myself, it wouldn’t be even close to the same.
But I won’t give in. I won’t go over there, and I won’t contact him.
I refuse to give him that.
I get in the shower, washing the night off me, including the memories of Wes’s hands on me.
When I get out and wipe the steam from the mirror, I see my reflection including the small mark on my skin from his teeth.
The throbbing between my thighs is back at the sight alone.
I groan, stepping away, not wanting to feed into his mind games anymore for the night.
Once I’m dressed, I crawl into bed and refuse to look at my phone to see if Wes has said anything to me. One of the biggest flaws with this house is the fact that my bedroom window faces his. Right now, while my room is dark, it makes the light currently on in his room shine directly in here.
I pull my blanket over my face to block it out. Closing my eyes I try to fall asleep, knowing it’s futile. Especially when the only thing I can see behind my closed eyelids is the wall I was pressed against.
The only thing I can feel is Wes’s hands on me, covering my mouth, roughly touching between my thighs.
The only thing I can hear are his growled words, the tone of his voice, and the way his filthy words only made me more desperate to erupt.
I let out a frustrated groan, throwing the blanket back so I can just stare at the ceiling.
My hand finds its way down my shorts, and I close my eyes, letting the thoughts take over once again, but this time trying to give into them.
Letting them guide me as my fingers roam where Wes’s were just hours before.
It’s not the same.
As much as I try to focus, to bring myself to the brink and send myself over, it’s just not the same. I cry out again, so unbelievably annoyed that I can’t even orgasm by myself at all because my stupid neighbor touched me, and got in my head.
I look up, and see that his light is still on. For a split second I think about doing something I shouldn’t.
My phone goes off, and I look at it like it’s a bomb about to explode. If I pick it up, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Then it goes off again, and I give in.
Wes: Do you think you were good enough for a reward?
Wes: Or bad enough for another punishment?
Bailey: Neither.
Wes: Sounds like you’re choosing punishment. It’s too bad, you cry so pretty when you come, but it seems like you don’t want that to happen.
Bailey: I don’t need you for that.
Wes: No? How’s that working out for you right now?
I slam my phone down, and cover my face with my hands. I feel like I’m going insane, and who knows, maybe I am.
The fact that I’m considering letting him into my house only proves that I most definitely am. I close my eyes once again, trying to pretend like it’ll help make everything go away, but my phone goes off again.
I’m not going to look at it. Nope, I refuse.
I’m not even going to open my eyes, I’m going to force myself to sleep and tomorrow I’ll wake up in my right mind once again.
I squeeze my eyes shut so hard light starts to dance behind my eyelids, but I continue to refuse to open them or to even think about Wes anymore.
After several hours that I’m sure in reality was only five minutes, I let out a frustrated cry, grabbing my phone and giving in to see what he said.
Wes: Just say the word and I’ll be at your door.
No. No way.
Bailey: I could say another word to make you stop.
Wes: You could.
Wes: But you won’t.
The worst part is he’s right. I won’t. At least not yet because as much as I want to deny the things my body is feeling, they’re evident. And he’s the only one that’s made me feel like this in…ever.
He reads my body in a way I’ve never experienced before. My ex, who in hindsight was a real asshole, shamed me for my desires when I finally shared the things I wanted with him.
Put me in my place.
Give me a little pain.
He thought he was trying, but pulling my hair and spanking my ass was not enough.
Wes has already made me feel more in the two times he’s touched me than Jake did in the entire year we were together. And that was without me needing to say a single thing about what I want.
My eyes swing toward his window, and I wait to see if he’s going to appear.
It’s like I can feel his eyes on me, even though I don’t even think he’s standing there.
Then his light turns off, and I sit up to get a better look.
I wait to see what’s going to happen, but nothing does.
The room is silent, dark and suffocating.
The ding from my phone sounds louder than usual, the noise ricocheting off the walls. I pick it up and my annoyance is back full force at the two words staring at me on the screen.
Wes: Goodnight, Bailey.
This motherfucker.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants me to come to him, but it’s not going to happen.