Page 30 of Refusing Kendall

He just laughs and pulls me close enough that I’m able to smell the alcohol on his breath. Opening his mouth to say something else, he never gets the chance. My arm is just about pulled out of the socket as he jerks away from me. Correction, as he’s jerked away from me. Teagan has him by the back of the neck pulling him away. The guy takes a swing at him, and that’s apparently the only cue T needs. He tackles him roughly to the grass and starts pounding on his face. As much as I hate the fucker for his groping and not taking no for an answer, I can’t let Teagan beat him to death.

“Stop it!” I yell walking close enough to where I can look him in the eye. “He’s just fucking drunk!”

The guy on the ground groans and covers his face with his hands. Teagan stands and stalks toward me. I’ve never been scared of him, but the look he throws me right now would scare even the hardest of criminals. Turning toward the direction of the truck, I take off at a dead sprint, thankful that I thought to wear boots tonight. I’m not running from him, not really. I just don’t want to face what happened inside the house with angry thoughts running through my head. None of us have ever really fought before, if we don’t count the original fight I had with Mav. I’d rather not break that record tonight by saying something out of anger that I can’t take back.

I make it to the truck but decide to keep going. I’ll run all the way home if I have to, if it keeps me from having to confront Teagan right now.

That’s just not how my luck rolls. Heavy footsteps thump behind me, and T’s voice calls out a lot closer than I thought he’d be, “What the fuck, Kendall. Will you please stop?”

It isn’t until he yells my name loud enough to scare me that I stop running. I whip around on him so fast that if he were a cartoon he’d be skidding to a stop right now.

“Don’t you dare yell at me, Teagan Morgan,” I say in the same voice I used with the drunk asshole.

His fingers run through the long blonde hair hanging down in his face, and it draws my attention to the muscles that ripple across his chest.Goddamnit Davis. You’re pissed at him, remember? Get your head in the game.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says.

I shake my head and cross my arms over my chest, “For what?”

He shrugs but motions with his hands as he answers, “For yelling at you. For hitting that guy, even though he deserved that shit. For what you think you saw in the house.”

“For one,” I say, ticking the numbers off on my fingers, “You don’t have to yell at me like that. It scared the fuck out of me, and I automatically go on the defensive when I get scared. You know that. For two, that guy did deserve to get hit. That’s why I hit him. You didn’t have to go fucking psycho alpha male on him. He’s fucking drunk. And three, it’s not what IthinkI saw in that house. I know what I saw.”

T steps into my space, so close that I have to look up to see his face properly, “That asshole, drunk or not, wasn’t giving a shit when you told him no and to let you go. Did I go alpha male and beat his ass? You’re damn skippy I did, and I’ll do it again. Nobody fucks with my woman like that. Drunk or not.” One more step and our chests are touching, but I refuse to back down.

“As for number three,” he says, sounding like he’d rather chew sandpaper than address it, “She had her fucking hands full and asked me to pull up her strap, so her top wouldn’t fall off. What was I supposed to say? No? That was legit the only words that were even spoken between us.”

“She fucking touched you, and you let it happen,” I grind out.

He pulls at the top part of his hair until he looks like a crazy person, “You can’t be serious with this shit right now. If you hadn’t been running away from me like a skittish rabbit, then you would’ve seen me push her away.”

The rabbit reference makes me think of slut bunny again, and I know that my expression turns sour.

“Fuck this shit,” Teagan growls. Before I know what’s happening, he bends down and tosses me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

I smack his ass as I fight to get him to put me down, but I might as well be fighting with a brick wall. We’ve only taken a few steps before more kilts and boots come into my peripheral. I’m hoping that it’s Lucas, but it’s Mav. Of course, he’s no help as he just starts grilling T about the guy passed out bloody and bruised in the grass. Thankfully, T knows Mav’s limits and doesn’t give him the full story. Hell, maybe he himself doesn’t know everything that happened. That puts a defiant smile on my face.

“Enjoying yourself?” Goose asks, looking at me as he falls into step just behind T.

“No,” I growl, dropping the smile. “Help?”

I see his own smile that he tries to hide as he shakes his head, “No can do this time, babe.”

I’ve still got a small buzz going, even after all of the shit that just went down. Add that to the adrenaline of fighting with T, and honestly, I would love nothing more than to have one of them fuck me right here in the middle of these frat houses. One of them. All of them. Whatever.

My brain is still stuck in the gutter, so when Teagan opens the door of the already running truck and sets me down, I let my legs fall open to clearly display what little I’m wearing beneath my skirt.

Teagan’s nostrils flare like they did out of anger not even ten minutes ago. When he leaps up into the truck, it forces me to lie back in the seat, and he slams the door. Before his lips close over mine, I lock eyes with Mav, whose lap my head just so happens to be lying in. Maybe this night won’t be a total waste after all.

In The Dark Of Night

The next morning as I wake up in Teagan’s arms, I think back on all the shit that went down last night. I seriously want to hide my head in shame at how I acted like a childish, jealous girlfriend. After a second of internal arguing with myself, I decide that I have to accept responsibility and not try to blame it on the alcohol. Despite how much want to. Every single one of my quad are so accepting of each other, and they never act the way that I did. Over justseeinganother woman touch one of them. Reality says that I am the biggest hypocrite on the planet for wanting to keep them all for myself, but my heart says that reality can stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m just counting my lucky stars, considering our argument could have turned out so differently.

Lying on my right side, facing away from Teagan in his bed, I can’t see his face, but I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. One of his arms is stuffed beneath the pillows underneath our heads. The other is wrapped around my stomach, successfully pinning me against him. Some of his hair must be trapped between us, because it tickles the skin of my back. Casting a quick glance over my shoulder, I’m rewarded with the site of his face serene in sleep. Awake, he and Mav couldn’t possibly be any different in the expressions department. Mav hardly ever smiles and wears this hardness about him like he’s pissed off at the world. Teagan, on the other hand, you would be hard pressed to find without a smile, and he’s rarely serious. My brows crease as I think of how he scared me last night. It’s my own fault for being ridiculous and putting us in that situation. I just never want him to lose himself to anger like that again because of me.

“It’s too early to be thinking about whatever is putting that frown on your face,” he says quietly. I am staring off into the corner of the room no longer looking at him, so his voice, deep with sleep, startles me.

Flicking my eyes back to him, it’s to find his half-closed eyes trained on me, and a smile playing on his lips.

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