Let’s hope I don’t regret this.
The drive is quiet as we go through the country roads on the way back the estate, Bullet For My Valentine’s Waking the Demon plays through his speakers “What happened to your eye?” he asks breaking the peaceful silence “My eye? Oh, erm I fell getting out of bed after my nap earlier” I lie. I’ve practiced so many lies over the years when anyone asked, that this one fell fluidly from my lips like all the others “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve always been clumsy, but that looks like someone smacked you in the face” he says making me gasp “As you said, I’m clumsy. I tripped over my rug as I got out of bed and smacked my face on the floor” I splutter. I do hope he drops this, he’s always quizzed me in the past about the marks, but normally I play it off. Being a dancer, I could say I took a fall trying a new move. Mum was normally always very careful where she hit me, somewhere clothes could cover it, but when she was really drunk, my face was her happy place. Huffing, Reid carries on driving, not asking me anymore about my last statement. “Where are we going” I say as he drives past my house. Pulling into his driveway, I realise I’m going to have to walk from here “Well, thanks for bringing me back, I’ll get Sherri to pick me up so I can go get my car tomorrow” I say as I get out of the car “You’re not going home Becks, not in your condition. You can stay here again tonight” he states, I stand there, shocked that he’s allowing me into his house again “Why? You wanted me out of yours and your mum’s life remember?” I say, the alcohol making me brave “Just get inside Becks. You can’t be left alone tonight, you might fall over your rug again” he says, anger in his eyes. Not knowing what to do, I force out a breath and make my way up his path. Who cares anymore, I’m too tired and too drunk to care where I lay my head right now.
Reid follows me up, unlocking the door. Hayley, Reid’s mum is already in bed when he see the downstairs is empty. Making his way to the kitchen, Reid pulls out a glass from the cupboard and fills it with water before putting it on the table, ordering me to drink it. Parched beyond belief I gulp down the whole glass. Grabbing my hand, he leads me upstairs to his bedroom “I can just sleep on the sofa Reid, I don’t need to stay in your bed again” I say as he opens his bedroom door “You’ll be staying here, where I can keep an eye on your drunk ass” he says walking over to the chest of draws. Pulling out a t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers, he shoves them into my hands and nudges me towards the on suit. Taking the hint, I lock the door and get myself washed and changed, careful not to wipe off the make up around my bruised eye. I steal his brush and paste again, apparently rum makes me not care about using my ex-boyfriends’ toothbrush…. Or his boxers.
Going back into the bedroom I halt in my tracks when I see Reid. He’s only in a pair of black boxers and facing his chest of draws so he hasn’t noticed me yet. Taking him in he’s gotten a lot bigger since I last saw him like this. His back is broad with ropes of rippling muscle, tattoos claim his arms and back with a few new ones I notice, tribal bands weave their way through the Viking emblems on his upper arms. I let my eyes drift lower as I notice his tight buttocks in his Calvin’s, making my mouth water as I stare at him. He grew up good. My sex actually starts aching just looking at him, damn, it’s been way too long since someone took care of her.
Suddenly he turns around, I stand there like a deer caught in headlights with his t-shirt in my hand. God I hope he didn’t catch me staring at his ass. Floundering I walk over to the bed and get under the covers leaving my back facing him, squeezing my thighs together trying to compose myself. I hear some movement in the room before I feel the bed dipping when he gets in. For a while we lay there in silence, until I feel a hand running down the length of my spine making my eyes flutter shut, his hand moves down and across my hip to my thigh. Stifling a moan, I roll over onto my back, making his hand move to my abdomen, looking up to the heavens, he slowly starts stroking where my underwear meets my skin, I’m shaking with anticipation of him going lower. No one but him has
