Revive Me (15 page)

I was inexperienced, and I didn’t want him to know that. Sure, I’d messed around with guys before, but I was still a virgin. With my brother and Dawson around, it was hard for me to go on a date, let alone let a guy get to third base. They’d let guys take me out and then threatened them the next day at school. Finally, they just quit asking. Guys, especially high school boys, don’t want to deal with threats. They just want to get laid.

“He’s twenty-two and tight as fuck, so don’t worry. If he comes come, he’ll be cool and won’t kick us out or anything like that,” he added.

“Oh,” I said, the small word just popping out of my mouth.

“He won’t be home for awhile anyways. He usually goes to the pub around the corner and shoots darts after work.” He grabbed the vodka bottle in his hand, moved the heel of his foot to the edge of the table, and slid it forward. He winked before taking a swig from the bottle and handing it to me.

I grabbed it with both hands. “Chaser?” I asked, raising a brow.

“He doesn’t have shit in his fridge unless you want water?”

I curled my upper lip cringing and shook my head. “That’d probably taste worse.”

“Babe, it’s just like taking a shot,” he insisted. Instead of answering him, I nodded my head, took a gulp from the bottle, and swallowed it roughly. He laughed, grabbing it back and took another drink as I handled the after-effects of the harsh liquid hitting my belly. “See, I told you it’s not so bad.” The bottle came back my way, and I took another drink until I forgot how many gulps I had ingested.

I gasped as I was suddenly shoved back onto the couch. My eyes shot wide open, and I tensed as Reese’s weight hovered above me. I attempted to push myself forward, but my shoulders hit the arm of the couch at the same time he grabbed my hand and settled it down against his jean-covered bulge. I flinched, immediately reacting, and pulling my hand back, but he stopped me and kept it there.

“It’s okay, love,” he whispered, leaning down and pressing hit hot lips against my neck. “I know you’re inexperienced, and I fucking dig it.”

I pushed on his chest and managed to yank my hand away from his crotch. He pulled away as I lifted myself up with my elbows and looked directly at him. “You do?” I asked, shocked.

There was no way he dug me not putting out. He’d been frustrated with me before when he was drunk a few times, but never forced me to do anything. Deep down, I knew sooner or later, the day was going to come. He’d get tired of waiting. I knew what Reese liked, I’d overheard plenty of conversations, and it wasn’t about his fondness for dating virgins. It was about him steering clear of girls who didn’t spread their legs and entertaining those who did.

The weight of his fingers brushed against my arm. “Hell yeah, do you know how damn hot it is to have someone who hasn’t fucked all of your friends.” I tilted my head up at him. “How hot it is that you haven’t been screwing every guy in my neighborhood?” His mouth got closer to mine, and I immediately got a whiff of the rancid aroma of alcohol. “You’re clean and pure, love.” But he wanted to change that. Day by day, he was changing me. I was no longer that pure girl. My lungs were filled with smoke, my stomach poison, and my heart was paralyzed.

My head spun as his mouth worked its way to my neck .I shut my eyes and my entire body shivered as his hand slowly glided up my shirt, rubbing my bare skin. I was rushed into a whirlwind of emotions, losing myself. The feel of my bra loosened as the fabric was pulled down. I gasped as he groped both of my breasts. He massaged them in a circular motion, as a loud groan came from the back of his throat.

I grew more lightheaded with every passing second. His body began moving in rhythm against mine as he whispered all of the things he liked about me in my ear. He told me I was sexy. He told me I was special. His words worked my brain, his hands worked my emotions, and he grinded his hard-on against my core. I suddenly awakened, the cloud of fog still there, but growing clearer as excitement began to hit me. I lifted my arms up and he pulled my shirt over my head. My arms immediately went down to my side and away from his view.

“This cool?” he asked, his dark eyes boring down at my heaving chest. I nodded in response as I tried to control my breathing. His hips grinded into me rougher, and his groans grew more incessant. My drunken mind took over, and warmth began to spread through me. I moaned, moving my hips faster against his, pelvis hitting pelvis, his erection rubbing against my sensitive spot as my head fell back and his mouth latched onto a nipple. A hand went to the button of my jeans, flicking them open swiftly, and I immediately froze.

I rose up to stop him, but was immediately interrupted by a door slamming shut.

Tessa

I
yelped, my head darting up, and connecting with Reese’s, resulting in both of us crying out in pain.

“What the fuck?” Reese snarled, rubbing his forehead and glaring past me. I crossed my arms tightly across my bare chest, trying my hardest to cover up, and reach for my shirt at the same time. Reese’s arm dropped down, and he handed me my bra. I hurriedly pulled my shirt on over my head and tossed my bra into my open bag sitting on the floor.

My face heated as I slowly rotated my body around to see what was going on. I gasped loudly, and my hand flew up to my mouth. It was him. The guy from the party who’d sat with me until Dawson came and who’d given me his flannel.

His eyes widened, and I knew he recognized me. His legs planted wide, those eyes now focused on me; as he slid the bottoms of his tennis shoes against the floor. His gaze moved to Reese who was still halfway on top of me, to the bottle of alcohol, and then to the crushed up pill residue. I was also sure he didn’t miss the smell of weed wavering through the air, either.

“Take her the fuck home,” he snarled, his voice rough as he pointed a thick finger at me.

“Bastion, what the fuck is your problem?” Reese fired back, pushing his weight up off of me, and sitting up. He leaned forward, his elbows hitting his knees, and eyed his brother harshly. I kept my arms around my body and pulled my bag into my lap. The more I could cover myself the better.

He kept his eyes on me and ignored Reese. “I told you to stay away from his shit. If I would’ve known you were hanging out with him, I would’ve warned you even more.”

“Huh?” Reese asked, rising up, his back going straight. He looked from me to his brother. “You two know each other? What the fuck?”

“Yeah we know each other,” Bastion answered, and I opened my mouth to argue we’d only met once, but he didn’t give me the chance. “I found her stumbling around Bobby’s yard drunk and oblivious to where the hell she was.” His eyes glared into Reese’s. “She’s not like us, and you fucking know it. Quit whatever bullshit you’ve got going on with her and take her home. And don’t you dare bring her here again, or I will confiscate my key,” he added venomously. “I’m giving you five minutes. Get this shit,” he pointed to the mess on the table, “cleaned the fuck up.”

He whirled around and stormed out of the room while slamming the door in the process. I smacked my palm against my forehead and groaned. “That’s your brother?”

I buttoned my pants, and Reese adjusted his clothes. “He’s being a complete douchebag. Why didn’t you tell me you knew him?”

Did he not realize we were all just as shocked at the revelation? “I wouldn’t say we know each other. He gave Dawson directions to come get me.”

His head jerked sideways, and his eyes turned cold. A vein began to pulse from his neck, as his breathing grew ragged.

Shit, wrong thing to say.

He grabbed the vodka bottle on the table, and it shattered against a
Sports Illustrated
poster of a model in a bikini. “Of course, he fucking gave your pussy-ass boyfriend directions to come get you and take you away from me!” He seethed, jumping up from the couch, and pacing in front of the table. He sniffled a few times, rubbing his nose in the process, as he tried to control his anger. It didn’t work. He kicked a few magazines lying on the floor and cursed under his breath rapidly.

“He’s not my boyfriend. You know that,” I said, nervously.

“Who knows who the fuck he is, Tessa. You barely talk about shit with me.” It was the same with him, but I chose to not point that out. I just wanted to go home.

I grabbed my bag and fished for my keys when I realized I couldn’t drive home. We were both drunk and high. There was no way either of us was getting behind the wheel.

“How am I going to get home?” I asked, changing the subject and praying he would, too.

He stopped his pacing and gave me a penetrating stare. “Is your car here?”

“Uh yeah, I followed you.” Did he really forget that?

He threw his hand out and motioned to the door. “Then go home.”

I flinched at the cruel tone of his words. “I can’t drive like this.”

“Then I’ll fucking follow you home in my car. You need to go see your other boyfriend or something?” He kicked the wall and yelled at the ceiling.

“Please stop,” I said quietly, my voice breaking as I shook my head.

He looked at me, something suddenly hitting him, and his face fell. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I just like you so much, and I don’t know what’s going on with you guys.”

“Nothing, okay? Just let it go,” I said, exasperated.

He shook his head and blew out a hard breath. “Let’s just get out of here.”

I nodded, knowing I had no other options. I could handle this. It wasn’t a far drive. I’d just drive slowly and carefully. I rested my bag on my shoulder and followed him out the door.

His brother was leaning against the wall when we walked out of the door, startling me. His arms were crossed, one leg kicked back against the wall, as he eyed us suspiciously. “I know you’re not planning on driving?” he asked me.

“I’m following her in my car. She’ll be fine,” Reese explained.

“You’re not driving either, drunk ass,” he told him.

“You just kicked us out, how the fuck do you think we’re supposed to leave?”

“You stay here. I’ll take her home.”

“But my car is here,” I said, finally joining the conversation.

“I’ll drive your ride and have a friend pick me up from your place.” He pointed at Reese. “You get your ass back in there and clean up my place before I beat your ass.”

“She’s not leaving with you,” Reese argued. I clasped my hands in front of me, leaning against the wall as I suddenly grew dizzier, and watched their heated exchange as my stomach rumbled.

“Don’t start this shit,” Bastion said. “I don’t fuck around with drunk girls, I’m better than that shit.” Reese winced at his words, and my stomach grew more nauseous. What did that mean? He looked at me. “Give me your keys.” I handed them over with shaky hands. “We’ll be back.” He didn’t wait for Reese to say anything. Instead, he grabbed my hand to pull me down the hallway.

“But you have no problem fucking my leftovers,” Reese yelled from behind us.

It happened so fast. One second Bastion had my hand, and the next he had Reese pinned against the wall. “Reel the fucking attitude in and quit with that shit. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reese pushed him away and walked to the side. “Whatever. Take her the fuck home. I don’t give a shit.” He walked back into the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

“Come on,” Bastion said, gesturing to the doors with his chin. He unlocked my car, and hopped into the driver’s side, as I joined him in the passenger’s. “Where we headed? I need to tell my buddy where to pick me up.” I gave him directions, and he typed them into his phone. The motor purred to life, and we took off down the street.

“What’s your name?” he asked, beating his long fingers against my steering wheel to the low music coming from the speakers.

“Tessa,” I answered, playing with my seatbelt.

“Tessa, why didn’t you listen to me?”

“I don’t even know you.”

He looked over at me while steering with one hand. “So you don’t take advice from strangers? Sometimes we’re the best people to take advice from. We’re not afraid to hurt your feelings.”

“What did he mean about you messing with his leftovers?” I asked curiously.