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"Well, let's celebrate." He holds up his baggy full of pills. "The first one is on me, and the second…let's just say that I'm in the mood to take a trip on route sixty-nine if you're up for it." He wiggles his brows.
I put my finger to my mouth and think, "Hm, X, and an orgasm? How can a girl say no?"
"That's my girl." He pushes me against the door, grabs my jaw, and crushes my lips with his. "Fuck, Ry. One of these days, I will break through your defenses, and you'll let me show you what you're missing by not giving it up to me."
His words turn me on, but it's never going to happen, not with Brock, anyway. He's fun, but he's not V-card material, so I ignore his little spiel and continue kissing him for a few more minutes before pulling away and heading toward his room. Pulling my shirt off, I look over my shoulder and give him my best seductive smile.
"Are you coming?"
"Mm, not yet, but I will be real short like." He comes at me, and I run the rest of the way to his room.
I turn as soon as I enter it, and he tackles me onto the bed, straddling my waist instantly. "Open up, Ry. I've got a present for you."
I open wide, and he drops a white pill into my mouth. I don't need water to swallow it down, and as soon as it's swallowed, I breathe a sigh of relief because I know that in a few minutes, it will start kicking in. I giggle and buck against Brock, knocking him off to remove my pants. He watches me with lust like he always does, and once I'm completely naked, I lift my brow.
"Are we road-tripping or what?"
Brock moans, "Are you sure you don't want to try going to the next step, Ry?" He pulls his sweatpants down and kicks them off.
"Brock, I'm not ready for that step yet. Listen, if this is too hard for you, we can stop…"
"No! I'm good, I promise." He cuts me off, "I just wanted to make certain that is all."
Grinning, I lick my lips. "Bring that beast over here."
He smirks and climbs on the bed, flipping me around so he's now on the bottom, and his girth stands proudly in my face. Taking a deep breath, I swallow him and give him exactly what he likes as he snacks at the other end.
Two
I stumble up my walkway after Brock drops me off. It's mid-afternoon, so I know my mother will be at work for a few more hours. I'll still be able to sleep off the X in my system, but for now, I just want to enjoy the numb feeling I have.
After fumbling with the house key, I finally get the door unlocked and open it, but somebody is shoving me inside and slamming the door behind us. "Did you think you could hide from me, Ry-Ry?"
Oh fuck, not now…not here, when I'm high off my ass and can't defend myself. I'm spun around and come face to face with my tormentor. "Beau…"
"What the fuck? Are you high again? Jesus, Ryan!" He tries dragging me, but I'm pulling back, making it hard for him to take me away.
"I won't go with you, Beau…you can't make me." I slur my words, but I know he heard me.
"Want to bet?" The world turns upside down as I'm tossed over his shoulder. Because he's never been in my house before, as soon as we get upstairs, he starts opening doors until he finds my room and I curse.
I kick out, but that only gets me a slap to my ass. It feels nice, though. So, I kick out again and again. Beau's hand rains down slap after slap, and soon I'm moaning. I'm tossed on my bed, and as I stare up at my tormentor, I see something in his eyes before it changes, and he glares at me.
"Beau…"
"Shut the fuck up, Ryan! Why do you do this shit? You're going to fuck up your life and end up a nobody on the streets. Is that what you want?" With his hands on his hips, he towers over me, and for the first time, I take a good look at Beau Huntley.
The guy stands at least six feet, probably taller, with a dark textured, messy crop cut and piercing green eyes. He looks like he could be an underwear model in a magazine. I tilt my head and try to picture what type of underwear he wears. Definitely boxer briefs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he demands.
I sit up. "Just wondering what kind of an underwear guy you are." A giggle slips out, but my answer only irritates him. "Why are you here?" I glance around and frown. “Standing in my bedroom?"
"Because it's obvious that you can't take care of yourself." He leaves me to walk into my bathroom ensuite, and I hear my shower turn on.
What the fuck? I climb from the bed and stumble over to the doorway, running into him in the process. "Oopsie…"
Without saying a word, Beau drags me over to the shower and throws me under the cold water. "Don't fucking move until I say so, Ryan!"
