I need to be stronger. I can’t allow myself to keep falling into his trap. I need to focus on school. I didn’t get this far just to give it all up because I’m distracted by a boy with a devilish smile and a bad reputation.
As I get to my feet, my head begins to spin and I regret taking that last shot of Tequila with Elle, though at least I didn’t end up throwing it up in the garden outside like she did. My feet instantly ache from all the dancing that I shouldn’t have been doing and I begin searching for my underwear. I find my bra hanging off the back of the couch and struggle to get the clasp done behind my back before finding my thong shoved down beside Tyson.
I chuckle to myself as he lays there with his dick hanging out for the world to see and have to slap a hand over my mouth as he groans and rolls over, showing off that perfect ass of his. I freeze while sucking in a breath. Oh, shit. Please don’t wake up! I am so not ready to face my mistakes just yet. Tyson grumbles in his sleep and nuzzles his face deeper into the cushion and before I know it, he’s back in a deep sleep and I let out my breath. Thank God.
Knowing I don’t have much time, I turn on my heel and start for the bathroom.
My feet curse me with every step I take and as I go, the memories of exactly what happened on that couch start flooding in. His hands gripping my ass, Tyson deep inside me as I rode him like a cowgirl, his lips on my neck, and the sheer desperation…I mean, that was just something else. Tyson and I have always had incredible sex. He has a talent for knowing exactly what I want and he hits the mark every single time. It’s hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had.
It all happened so fast. One second I was laughing as he pulled me down to the couch and the next, I was grabbing his very big dick and sinking down onto him. Wait. Did we even use a condom? I try to think clearly, but the memories are fuzzy. Please tell me that I got a condom and sheathed that beastly monster. If I didn’t…crap, that’s not even something I’m willing to think about.
“No, no, no, no,” I repeat to myself over and over again, making a promise that I’ll go back and check every inch of the floor, dive through the couch and cushions, check freaking everywhere until I find that foil wrapper and ease my racing, terrified heart. Though wouldn’t I have him leaking out of me if we didn’t? Gross, that’s not something I want to be thinking about right now.
I push my way into the bathroom, completely unaware of my surroundings until it’s too late. The door closes behind me which is when I realize that I just barged my way in here right in front of Tora. I groan to myself. I can only imagine what she just saw. Hell, my bra strap is falling off my shoulder, my thong is crooked, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s mascara smudged all over my face.
I step in front of the mirror to find my hair an absolute mess, my body covered in love bites courtesy of Tyson, and my thong on inside out. Just fucking great. I look like a prostitute who just finished work for the night, but what’s worse is knowing that it’s only going to take Tora a few more steps to know exactly what…or who, I did last night.
I let out a sigh before leaning forward on the sink. What have I done? How could I be so reckless? I’m really going to hate myself if I just threw away my future because of a ridiculous decision to get naked with a good-looking boy.
I rinse water over my face and try to clean the smudged mascara from under my eyes when I smell the distinct smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. It kicks me into gear and I get myself sorted out. I pee and find myself some deodorant. I’d love nothing more than to have a shower and put this morning behind me, but it’ll have to wait until I get home. As much as I love Tora and Brooke, what I need most is to get out of this house. Besides, I can’t risk having Tyson come down here in an attempt to join me because I know that without a doubt, I’ll cave to his will.
Damn it, why am I so weak when it comes to him? My heart races and I need his touch more than anything else in this world. He’s a drug to me; he gets me high and when he’s gone, I come crashing back down. It’s not healthy. I need to get myself as far away from him as possible.