Page 21 of Dirty Secrets

“I do! I want you to fuck me,” I insisted, but he just shook his head.

“I’m sleeping in my room. Stay in here and sleep,” he ordered, storming from the room and slamming the door.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt tears drip down my cheeks.

Reid

“Fuck,” I scowled as I stalked into the kitchen for some water, downing a glass and refilling it to drink another. My dick was beyond pissed at me right now, but there was no way I was going to fuck Raven, let alone when she was that drunk.

I shouldn’t have even let her touch me, but her lips on my skin had felt so fucking good.

The front door unlocked and Logan stepped inside with Zavier, both of them going quiet, which told me that I wasn’t keeping my emotions off my face.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked with a frown, Zavier’s eyes sliding from my tented boxers to the hallway as he spoke too.

“Is Rae in bed?”

I raked my fingers through my hair and sighed, trying to will my damn dick to go down.

“She got wasted off a six pack at the Pit, needed carrying inside from the car, stripped naked and had some kind of meltdown because I wouldn’t look at her, and when I finally wrestled a shirt over her head and got her into bed, she kissed me.”

It was the short version of what happened, but I didn’t want to tell them all the details.

Logan glared at me, his eyes dropping to my dick like it was the enemy. “That better be hard because you walked away and not because the sex was so good that you’re ready for round two.”

“She asked me to fuck her and I bailed,” I muttered, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Devon gave her shit tonight and I think his words mixed with the alcohol are fucking with her. She needs to sleep it off.”

“What did the prick say to her?” Zavier asked, his jaw clenched.

“I didn’t catch all of it. He was propositioning her though, making it out like he’d give her the best sex in the world. Going to the Pit and tagging some walls was supposed to help her, not make things worse. She seems to think she looks like a guy or something since I won’t fuck her.”

“So, you didn’t touch her?” Logan asked, needing to make sure.

“I kissed her back. You try pulling away from that,” I scowled, crossing my arms. “She had her lips all over my neck and shit, dude. It was difficult.”

“How horrible for you. Are you alright?” he deadpanned, his shoulders drooping slightly. “What if you hadn’t been there tonight? She probably would’ve let some dickhead fuck heragainst their car or something. Go back in there and check on her. Is she okay?”

“I’m not going back in there,” I snorted, and Zavier rolled his eyes as he started walking towards the hallway.

“You’re a prick. Have some fucking willpower. I’ll check on her.”

“Don’t touch her,” I warned, and he flipped me off as he vanished into the dark hallway. I winced when he opened her bedroom door and I could hear her sobbing quietly, guilt slamming into me.

She was crying, great.

“The hell did you say to her?” Logan demanded once we heard the bedroom door close, his gaze returning to me.

“I just told her no. I wasn’t mean about it, but I said I wasn’t going to fuck her. She’s drunk, man. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.”

“You could’ve at least stayed in there and cuddled her. It’s obvious she’s going through some shit,” he scolded as if I hadn’t noticed the hormonal, angry demon we’d been living with for months.

“If I’d stayed in there, I was going to fuck her. What part of that don’t you guys understand? She was all over me and part of me almost said fuck it. I was so close to ruining everything with her. I left for her sake, not mine,” I argued, relieved when he studied me for a moment before relaxing.

“You have more willpower than me. I probably would’ve bent her over.”

“Logan—”

“I know, I won’t touch her,” he huffed. “We need to figure something out. I really think you need to let her date someone. Pick a nice guy and?—”

---