Chapter 34
In Like With You
“It’s only nine o’clock,” Gemma says, between giggles. “We’re drunk, and it’s only nine o’clock.” She points an unsteady finger at me, then turns it back to poke herself in the chest.
She is correct. I’m drunk… well… drunk may be an understatement. After my confusing conversation with Ryder and the realization that I’d chosen Adrian over Ryder, I decided to cope my favorite way, with a bottle to my lips.
I’m watching Gemma, who’s trying to erase some of the graffiti off the table with a wet napkin when I hear someone clear their throat next to me. I ease my head around, trying to prevent the room from spinning, and find Adrian standing over me. I smile and sit up straighter in my chair. He looks really yummy in his long black gym shorts and sleeveless red tee. Yummy? Did I say that? No, I just thought it. At least I hope it was only in my head. Damn, I think I’ve had enough to drink.
Adrian does not look as happy to see me. Actually, he looks kinda pissed.
“It’s time to go,” he says, pulling on my hand, not allowing for an argument.
“You finally gonna have sex with me?” I ask, eyes wide with excitement. I really want to have sex with him, tonight. Yep, tonight would be great.
He presses his lips into a firm line, looking less pissed, and then he shakes his head. “No sweet cheeks, we’re not having sex tonight.”
I plop back into my chair, almost slipping off one side. Crossing my arms over my chest, I stick out my bottom lip. “I’m not leaving with you if you’re not going to have sex with me. I’m tired of waiting for you to put out.”
Gemma snorts out a laugh, then slaps a hand over her mouth. Once she gets her laugh under control, she leans toward me, and whisper yells, “You’re so loud.”
Adrian grabs my wrist again and tries to pull me back to my feet. “I need to get you outta here.” He shakes his head. “I have a feeling I’m the one that’s gonna pay tomorrow when you remember this whole scene.”
I follow behind him, stumbling every few steps. I may have drank too much. I hear Max talking to Gemma, so I guess he’s taking her drunk ass home.
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Adrian
It turns out to be quite the task, getting Keegan into my jeep because she keeps trying to climb me… literally trying to climb me. She’s got her hands on my shoulders, and her feet pressed into my thighs, trying to walk up my legs. At one point, I stand still, letting her complete her challenge. Once she’s got both legs wrapped around my waist, she’s smiles triumphantly.
I shake my head, almost forgetting about our fight today. She’s damn cute when she’s drunk and horny. It’s funny how she’s blaming me, as the reason we’ve not had sex. Did she, at some point, change her rules and forgot to tell me?
Once I’ve got her buckled in, I climb in the driver’s seat and start the car. Before I’ve got it in gear, I feel a tug on my shirtsleeve.
Keegan’s looking at me with a mischievous grin. “Ryder told me he wants me, but I didn’t rip my clothes off and jump into bed with him.”
What. The. Fuck. All of a sudden I remember exactly how pissed I was today. She goes from begging me to have sex with her, to telling me another guy, her “future husband,” in her words, propositioned her. I’m not sure what response she expects from me, but I give her nothing.
Keegan fills the silence. “That’s almost like… I don’t know… the cookie monster turning down a cookie.” She lifts one finger to my lips, eyes half lidded. “All I could think about was this mouth, and how great you are with it.”
My lips curl up under her finger. She told Ryder no because of me… and she’s admitting that to me… right now. I’m thinking this drunken night of hers could be exactly what we need.
Hoping she doesn’t sober up anytime soon, I take advantage of her loose lips, not feeling one bit guilty. “That’s great to hear, baby. Why, exactly, do you enjoy about?”
Keegan’s smile falls as she slumps in her seat. “I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m in like with you.”
Well, this is the night that keeps on giving.
Staring at the dash, she slurs. “I don’t wanna like you, ‘cause if I like you, you’ll leave… like they all do.”
Her mood has shifted so drastically, I now feel guilty, but I’m pretty sure it’s not my fault. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I reach over to unbuckle her and pull her onto my lap.
When I’ve got her in my arms, I place one hand at the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me. “I’m in like with you too,” I admit, “And I promise, I won’t leave unless you want me to.”
That’s a fucking lie because I’m not leaving even if she holds her Sig Sauer to my head and threatens to pull the trigger. But this isn’t the time for confessing the depth of my obsession. And, yes, I know it’s an unhealthy obsession, but who the fuck cares?
Keegan blinks a couple times and searches my face. Sighing, she leans in, her lips a breath from mine, and whispers, “Yes you will,” right before kissing me, more gently and sweeter than we’ve ever kissed before.