Sage

The smell of sex surrounds me when I wake up. Pressed between two very naked women, I sit up with a groan, rubbing my face and temples to alleviate the throbbing headache. Glancing over to the bedside table, I see the culprit. The bottle of Jim I started at the bar is empty and tipped to the side—not even a drop left. Looking to both sides, I see Bex to my right and Jasmine to my left.

The girls don’t move an inch as I push myself from the bed and grab a pair of jeans from the floor to pull on. I shake my head at myself. Another night of mindless fucking. Not that I remember doing much fucking—more watching than anything. Before I take another step, a soft knock comes from my closed door. I don’t think twice and open the door.

Big mistake.

Her hands are clasped together, and her eyes dart past me to Jasmine and Bex. Used condom wrappers litter the floor, as well as the bottle I drank last night, but she doesn’t move or act like she takes notice. “I need a ride to Ellie’s and everyone else is still passed out,” she explains, her eyes looking everywhere but at me. Her blonde hair drops from her ear and falls forward as she looks down at the floor and runs the tip of her shoe along a slat of wood.

“Uh, yeah. Just let me get dressed. Meet me at my bike?” I wait for her slight nod before she starts back down the hallway, not giving my room a second glance before leaving. It brings a pit to my stomach that shouldn’t form. I shouldn’t feel guilty about her witnessing me at my finest. Two women passed out in my bed shouldn’t make me a complete fucking asshole, but the damn look that flashed across her face before she averted her eyes, the one that nearly pulled my heart from my chest…I’m a complete and total asshole.

With a heavy sigh, I close my door and rummage around for clothes to wear that don’t have the smell of sex on them. Quickly as I can, I strip off the jeans I had pulled on, take the fastest shower known to man, and yank some clean clothes on over my still damp skin. Why I even give a shit about her smelling the girls on me should set alarms bells off in my head, but I push it away, telling myself I just don’t want to be an even bigger ass about the whole situation. I shouldn’t care. But deep down, I do.

When I step outside, she’s her right where I told her to wait, and I find myself wanting to smile. She actually listened to me. “Got your helmet?” I ask before grabbing mine out of the saddlebag. I catch her nod before she pulls it on over her head, covering the mass of blonde hair I want so bad to lace my fingers through. Enough of that shit, Sage.

“Have a good time last night?” And the sass is back, full force, begging for my belt.

“Don’t,” I warn her, then move to straddle my bike.

“Don’t what?” she asks innocently as she follows me, placing herself right behind me on the seat.

“You know what I fucking mean, Brook. I got drunk and fucked a couple club girls last night. I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation,” I snap, instantly regretting my words. I can’t see her face, but just by the way she grabs hold of my cut, I know it hurt her. Unlike the whole fucking ride to Cental, her hands are tense, not wanting to touch me if she can help it.

“Thank you for at least showering before taking me to Ellie’s.”

I don’t answer her, only fire up the bike and speed out of the club parking lot. I’m fucking ready to get this girl off my bike for good, even knowing damn well I want her to be on it forever.