Huh? Screwing over one of her friends? Surely she knows I’m not like that. I’m more than happy to fuck around with random chicks at parties to keep my mind off the one girl I can’t have, but then…that certainly wasn’t the case last night, though I wouldn’t call it screwing her over, more like giving in to our deepest desires until she was screaming my name and digging those nails into my back.
Memories begin to come back as I find myself grinning like a fucking idiot, completely unable to keep my cool. We both had drunk way too much, and usually, I’m not the kind to sleep with a girl who’s had too much to drink, but where Brylee is concerned, all rational thought goes out the window.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Tora continues. “Bry is currently in the bathroom regretting her choices so I suggest if you want to avoid the awkward morning after conversation, you scram.”
Fuck, she’s still here?
I consider my options. I can go in there, knowing she’s regretting what we did and risk her telling me to fuck off, or I can leave now and give her the space she needs to come to terms with the fact that she can’t resist me. Despite my better judgment, I’ll take option two.
I give Tora a grateful smile before finding my jeans and pulling them on. I grab my shirt which is over by the coffee table and make my way out the door with a heavy heart. I’d do anything to be able to talk this through with her right now and remind her that she should be with me, but it’s a lost cause, I don’t think she’s ever going to come around.
I get into my car and find myself aimlessly driving around while visions of her riding me fly through my head. Last night was incredible, I’m not going to lie. Getting to have her body against mine, touching and wanting me just made it that damn clear that she’s supposed to be mine. The way she makes me feel…fuck. I’ve never had that kind of connection with a girl before, but what kills me is that I know she feels it too. She’s just too fucking stubborn to give in and let me take care of her heart.
A part of me regrets it. Don’t get me wrong, it was one of the best moments of my life, but if anything, I should have taken her somewhere to talk it through. Jumping straight to sleeping together again would have her running for the hills. I wouldn’t be surprised if I don’t hear from her again while she’s here. Though I’m not going to let that happen.
I’ll give her today to wrap her head around her emotions and then I’ll be seeing her. I can’t let her get back on that plane without knowing where I stand. I don’t want to go back to mindlessly screwing random chicks just to try and feel something or forget about her for just a moment.
With nothing to do to occupy my mind, I push my way through the door of Jesse’s place, letting myself in and bypassing his mom in the kitchen. “Hey, Momma Ryder,” I say. “Is Jesse here?”
“Yeah,” she says. “He’s out back cleaning the pool.” I stop walking and turn around to face her, scrunching up my face in confusion. Trish laughs at my expression. “He’s serving his time for walking in at three in the morning and yelling at his reflection in the mirror, thinking it was some kind of alien invasion here to steal Kaylah away.”
I stare at her blankly. “You’re shitting me, right?”
Trish shakes her head with a small smile playing on her lips. “I really wish I was, Tyson,” she laughs before indicating down to the bacon she has sizzling in the pan. “Are you hungry? I’m making bacon and egg sandwiches. Kaylah and Jesse woke up a bit…rough this morning.”
“Sure, thanks,” I tell her with a grateful nod, only now realizing that my head has been so consumed with all things Brylee that I haven’t spared a second to think about my stomach.
“No problem,” Trish says. “I’ll have it ready for you in ten.”
With that, I head out the back door and sure enough, I see exactly what I was expecting to see – Jesse laying back on a sunbed nursing his hangover while Kaylah scoops the leaves out of the pool. Though I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing, the sky has been rumbling with heavy thunder since before Tora decided to pour water all over the back of my head.
“Well, look who it is,” Kaylah says from her position by the pool as she drags the pool scoop over the top of the water. A wide grin spreads over her face. “What happened to you last night?”