Page 5 of Breaking Free (Guarded Hearts)
Drew: I don’t want to be your boyfriend.
Me: Okay, well in that case I don’t need any more friends either.
Drew: I don’t want to be your friend.
I haven’t even talked to this guy that much but I swear it’s like he talks in riddles.
Me: What do you want from me then?
Unlike the other replies, this one isn’t immediate. For a short time, I think that he isn’t going to reply at all. I’m just about to close my eyes and give in to sleep when I hear the doorbell, surprising me and making me jump. I get up, start to walk down the steps, and am suddenly brought back to that night.
I was so excited and hopeful for something to work out with “Josh” that I was a fucking idiot. I open the door and there he is. Drew Walker. It’s ridiculous that I only know his name because of Facebook. In my defense, Ididask him, but he pounced on me like an animal in heat. He hasn’t said anything to me and his penetrating gaze is starting to make me squirm.
“Why are you here?”
He smiles. “I told you that I was coming back for you.”
“I told you not to.”
He walks toward me and I back up until I am pressed against the wall behind me. Coming closer to me, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “I never got to answer your question, though.” I suck in a deep breath, overwhelmed by his proximity to me. “Ask me again.”Ask him what?I can barely think with him this close to me. He reaches up and threads his hand through my hair, grasping my neck and making me look up at him. “Ask. Me. Again.”
Shit. What the hell did I ask him?I suddenly remember and my body heats up. “What do you want from me?”
He’s staring at me with hooded eyes. “I want to own you in every physical way possible.” His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue immediately entering my mouth and overpowering me in every way. I melt into him, my legs too unsteady to support me. His hands move down, cupping my butt, and lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. At this point, I’m ready to throw my morals out the window.
Someone screams and I look up to see Christen standing in the doorway. Her hand is over her mouth and her eyes are huge. I bury my head in Drew’s shoulder, wanting to disappear.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister!” My head shoots up and I see Carter standing there. Kill. Me. Now. I look back at Drew but he isn’t paying attention to anything but me. He lowers his mouth, presses it against mine, and for a minute I forget anyone else is here. “Do you have a fucking hearing problem?” When I open my eyes, Carter is coming closer to us.
Drew eases me down to the ground and the steps in front of me as if he is protecting me. It should really be the other way around because Carter looks like he is ready to kill him.
They are now face to face and I’m preparing myself to duck if I need to.
“I said get your hands off of her.”
Drew chuckles and then turns his back on Carter. He leans down and places another kiss on my lips. “See you soon, James. If you decide to follow me, I’ll wait outside for ten minutes.”
He moves past Carter, not even acknowledging his presence. I’m smiling like an idiot as he climbs back into the SUV that’s parked in our driveway. Carter is now standing in front of me, looking like he is about to explode. “What is going on with you?” It sounds more like an accusation than a question. However, I really have no idea how to answer that question.
Drew is dangerous for me, I can tell just because of the couple of interactions that we’ve had. For some reason, he’s able to touch me, and in a strange way, bring me comfort. For the second time today I make a decision that is really out of character. I make my way up the steps to my room and grab a duffel bag.
My door slams open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You are NOT going with that asshole.”
I pull out my phone and send Drew a message, asking him to wait for me. Completely ignoring my overbearing brother, I continue throwing stuff into my bags. I know Carter is just looking out for my best interests, but sometimes he pisses me off so much. Is what I’m doing impulsive? Yes. Is it insane? Possibly. But it’s whatIwant to do and I am damn well going to make my own decisions.
I grab my bag, walk past Carter, and down the steps. “Holly, wait!”
I turn around. “What?”
Carter looks like he has no idea what to say. I hate that he’s so upset right now, but he needs to learn to let me live my own life. “Please don’t go, I’m sorry. You’ve made your point.”
“It’s not about making a damn point, Carter. Maybe at first it was just to piss you off, but Iwantto go.” I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Love you.”
I walk out to the SUV still parked in the driveway and open the door. When I look back at the house, Carter is standing in the doorway. I wave goodbye to him and then get in the car. He acts like I’m leaving forever, I’m just going for the…it dawns on me that I have no idea what I’m doing.
As the car pulls away, I have a mini panic attack.What the hell am I doing?I packed a bag but how long does he expect me to stay? Does he even want me to stay or just go to his hotel? Oh my God, his hotel. I hope he doesn’t think we’re having sex tonight. Shit, he probably does. What else would he think when I agree to come with him?
I look over at him and he’s examining me. “What?”
