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We move over to her side of the room and when she flops on the bed I help her take off her shoes and unclasp her stockings from her suspenders. Any other time this would turn me on, but all I want to do is look after her. I turn and rummage in her drawers until I spot a familiar oversized llama t-shirt I gifted her last year for her birthday, and a pair of shorts. I turn around while she slips out of her dress and fumbles into the night wear, and once she is decent, I tuck her into bed.
She stares up at me, her eyes starting to flutter and when I brush a curl away from her face she sighs in contentment.
“You’re always so good to me,” she whispers, rolling on her side. “That's why I’m saving you.”
Saving me?
I have no idea what her words mean but before I can ask she starts to let out a soft snore, signaling that she has passed out. I watch her for a few more seconds, before I grab some pain meds from the bathroom and put them next to her bed. I also grab an empty trashcan and some water, just in case she needs them during the night.
It’s hard to walk away from her, in the past, I’d have probably just dropped in bed beside her and gone to sleep with her, but we aren’t who we used to be anymore. Instead I move away from her slowly, savoring her scent one last time, before I split out of her door and into the night.
Pulling out my phone, I fire off a text to the group chat with the guys letting them know that I’ve got Brielle home safely, and to make sure they do the same with Shelby. I’m not heading back to the party, I don’t want to. No, I need to go home and go to sleep and try and forget this night ever happened.
But how could I ever possibly forget something I have been dreaming about for so long?
ChapterThirty-Two
Pain isthe first thing I register.
My head is pounding like someone is tap dancing on top of it and when I try to move, my whole body screams out in agony. My mouth is so dry that my tongue is stuck to the roof of it, and when I try to swallow, the aftertaste of tequila assaults me.
Fuck.
Did I really drink that much last night?
I force myself to roll over onto my back and groan out loud as my head bangs even more and every bone in my body protests. I try to swallow again and I feel as if I am swallowing the Sahara desert.
Fuck I am so hungover.
My eyes flicker open and the slither of light coming from the window burns my retinas like a laser. I scrunch them shut tightly and try to ignore that my bed feels like it is spinning in the middle of the room. It’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just a hangover. I’m not dying. I might feel like I am, but I’m pretty sure you can’t die from a few too many drinks.
Pot brownies.
That thought slams into me and I groan even louder, forcing another groan from the opposite side of the room where I can hear Shelby starting to rustle around in her bed. Everything from last night is a little hazy after Shelby and I left the dorm, but I definitely remember the pot brownie that Hudson gave me.
Hudson.
His name slams into me like a bulldozer. Sickness rolls in my stomach as a mixture of regret and lust goes to war inside of me. The whole night was something I never expected, the shared theme costumes, the truce with the guys, Carson, the woods. It all happened so fast, so all at once, and with all the drinking I barely had time to even accept it was happening at all.
It felt nice to be one of them again, to be back in their good books, even if it was just for the night. It was exactly like old times, drinking, dancing, having fun. I never wanted the night to end, but it feels like any sliver of happiness I get lately sends an alert to Carson. As soon as he shows up he knows exactly what to do to ruin everything.
I roll onto my side and ignore the stab of pain that shoots through my side. It seems pain is a constant for me lately. I force my eyes open again and it hurts a little less this time as I stare down at my discarded costume on the floor.
Alice in Wonderland.
They remembered and have made tonight all about me. Their attention on me is something I have secretly craved for years, and having it after being deprived of it for so long, it was the best high I could have had last night. That thought forces my mind to stray back to Hudson. How he held me, how he kissed me, how it felt to have him pleasure me. I’ll never be able to look at him the same again. Not now I know what he tastes like, what his fingers feel like inside of me, how he sounds as he coaxes me into climax.
Such a needy little slut my girl is.
Those words, his words, they set a fire inside of as his fingers worked some sort of magic on me as he erased the abuse I felt before he found me.
I can’t believe I did that, that we did, that I let him do that. I shake my head a little as the image of his slick fingers fucking me flashes into my mind. God they felt so good. Long and thick, and definitely beyond skillful.Nothing like Carson’s.I don’t think anything has ever felt that good before. No other guy has ever made me come like that and I have never felt so connected to someone during an act of pleasure. They way he made me feel, it was unlike anything I have ever experienced.
My thoughts stray to the others. My kiss with Elias, the blow job with Zaiden, and I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help but think about the fact that Ashton is the only one I haven’t crossed a line with yet. No, not yet, there is no yet. I won’t be crossing a line with him, or any of them again. I have already put them and myself in too much danger, I can’t keep doing it. No matter how good last night was, but I just can’t forget how he made me feel, how they all make me feel.
I need to stay focused, concentrate on my goal of protecting them and getting away from Carson. Last night was just a quick respite that I owed them after I completed their bet. Now I have the bracelet back, the game is done, it has to be.
I’m saved from any further thoughts as Shelby sits up in bed and complains, “I think I might be dying.”
