Page 105 of Ecstasy
I heard him coming.
She didn’t.
She drops her hands, tries to back up, but my hands are on her waist and I’m not letting her go that easily.
I hear Alex take the last few steps at my back, but I still don’t let her go.
“I…I was just—” she starts to say.
“Let go of her,” Alex cuts her off.
I don’t like his tone. “I don’t think she wants me to.”
He walks to stand beside us, glaring down at me. I can feel Zara’s heart pounding a rhythm throughout her entire body. She’s nearly shaking in my arms.
Is she that scared of him?
Or is she that scared ofme?
“I don’t give a fuck what she wants. Let go of her.”
“Eli, please just—” she starts to say.
I drop my hands, take a step back from her. Not for his sake, but for hers.He’s still glaring at me, and I can feel the tension between us. Not just me and Alex.
Between the three of us.
We have unfinished business. And he might hate it. He might hate what he invited me in on, because he doesn’t want to see someone else fuck her, but I don’t have that problem.
I don’t have that fucking problem at all.
“Kaitlyn is waiting for you upstairs,” he tells me, his jaw ticking, his eyes dark pools of black in the dim light. His hands are fisted by his side. “Might wanna get on that.”
I don’t say anything.
“Alex, we were just—”
He rounds on her. “Shut the fuck up.”
She flinches, taking a step back. I don’t know what she took in that bathroom—and I’m positive she took something—but it doesn’t seem to be working too well for her right now. She seems paranoid. Like she’s lost her fight or something.
“Back off. We bumped into each other at the bottom of the stairs,” I tell Alex. “Leave her alone.”
“I’m not with you,” she tells him, making me second guess that shit about losing her fight after all. “I’m not fucking with you and if you didn’t want me talking to your friends, you shouldn’t have brought me to your stupid fucking beach party.”
“Talking?” Alex mocks her, cocking his head and stepping closer, forcing her to step back in the little hallway just off from the bathroom. There’s not much here, the stairs at my back, the front door to my right, past the bathroom, and behind Zara and Alex, there’s a bedroom. “It didn’t really look like you were talking to me.” He glances my way. “You wanna finish this?” he asks her, dragging his gaze up and down her body. “You wanna finish what we started the night Rihanna died, huh? Have a little memorial with the three of us?”
She doesn’t answer him.
“Because if you do,” he says, leaning down close to her, and I see, for the first time, he’s got a beer in his hand. Different from the first one he drank. I would know, because this one ismine.“If you do, we can.” He holds up the beer, shaking the bottle a little. “I think I’ve had just enough of this to want to share you tonight, Za.” And he doesn’t wait for an answer.
He threads his fingers through her hair, leans down close, and kisses her. She’s frozen for a moment, and I see her eyes. I see the gleam in them as she looks to me, and then, holding my gaze, she kisses him back.
I have this very, very fleeting urge to snap his fucking neck.
But then she moans.
And the urge is gone.
