the fuck! ” I hissed, stumbling back against the wall and clutching my towel to my chest. Suddenly, my heart was no longer a dead rock in my chest. It was awake again, beating wildly as I stumbled my way into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. “What the fuck, what the fuck?” I murmured to myself as I pressed my back against the wall. When a knock came at the door, I yelped, bursting off of it and turning around just in time to see it fling open.
“I need to shower,” Jackson muttered, stumbling in.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I stared at his stretched collar and the cut over his eye. He smelled like sweat, blood and booze.
“What, you can talk now?” he sneered. “Bunch of pricks tried to get in my face at the bar. And before you tell me it was probably my fault, I said you were going to make me lose my fucking mind.”
I rolled my eyes. You have got to be kidding with this cry for help . “Jackson –why the hell is Dane here?” I moved toward the most pressing issue.
Jackson grumbled as he went into the bathroom. “I had him get me from the precinct.”
My eyes went wide. The idea of Jackson in police custody gave me a second of life before I realized that Dane had probably bailed him out before any paperwork was even processed. As if he had never even been there.
“Well, happy birthday to me.”
I jumped when I saw Dane suddenly leaning in the doorway, raking his dirty gaze over the parts of my body that weren’t covered in a towel.
“Get the hell out of my house, Dane.”
He pretended to be flabbergasted. “Now? Are you kidding? This is the perfect time for us to finish what we started. Jackson’s plastered, possible head injuries, hopefully some hemorrhaging so he passes out in the shower and gives us more time to fuck like bunnies on his bed. What is that – California King?”
Nauseous, I shoved past him, speeding down the hall with no plan besides getting as far away from him as humanly possible. But in just a towel, I realized I wasn’t going outside. Not without going back up for some clothes. But when I turned around, Dane stood at the top of the stairs, blocking my path.
“What do you want from me, Dane?” I snarled.
“You know the answer to that but I’m more than happy to be explicit. I want to fuck you, Lara. You can start by losing that towel.”
I ignored him, trying to duck under his arms to get back to the hallway. He blocked me. I tried again but with the same result.
“Lara, what were you thinking when you came to me for information? You’ve known me as long as you’ve known Jackson. I’m not the type to hand out favors.”
“Obviously, but what did you even give me, Dane?” I sneered. “You told me that Jackson had a second phone and you said I should’ve already known that. So excuse me, but I’m not so sure you deserve credit for revealing something that Sawyer just never thought to tell me.” I laughed, genuinely amused as I watched my words pinch Dane’s brows and bruise his ego. “I mean aren’t you supposed to be the evil mastermind among the guys? Don’t they love you for that? I guess it’s more talk than anything,” I muttered before heading back downstairs. He followed as I knew he would.
“Like I said, I give nothing out for free. Unless I’m mistaken, I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing your famous bedroom talents yet.”
I went into the guest room in hopes of finding pajamas that Greta sometimes set on the bed after doing laundry. “You never said that was what you wanted,” I muttered.
“Jesus, Lara, did I really need to?” Dane trailed, a leering smile in his voice.
When I saw nothing but sheets on the bed, I flung the closet doors open. Empty besides spare towels. Shit.
“Tell me what Jackson’s other phone looks like,” I said.
“Silver iPhone 6. Take off your towel.”
I turned and glared at Dane for a second before pacing back
“I need to shower,” Jackson muttered, stumbling in.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I stared at his stretched collar and the cut over his eye. He smelled like sweat, blood and booze.
“What, you can talk now?” he sneered. “Bunch of pricks tried to get in my face at the bar. And before you tell me it was probably my fault, I said you were going to make me lose my fucking mind.”
I rolled my eyes. You have got to be kidding with this cry for help . “Jackson –why the hell is Dane here?” I moved toward the most pressing issue.
Jackson grumbled as he went into the bathroom. “I had him get me from the precinct.”
My eyes went wide. The idea of Jackson in police custody gave me a second of life before I realized that Dane had probably bailed him out before any paperwork was even processed. As if he had never even been there.
“Well, happy birthday to me.”
I jumped when I saw Dane suddenly leaning in the doorway, raking his dirty gaze over the parts of my body that weren’t covered in a towel.
“Get the hell out of my house, Dane.”
He pretended to be flabbergasted. “Now? Are you kidding? This is the perfect time for us to finish what we started. Jackson’s plastered, possible head injuries, hopefully some hemorrhaging so he passes out in the shower and gives us more time to fuck like bunnies on his bed. What is that – California King?”
Nauseous, I shoved past him, speeding down the hall with no plan besides getting as far away from him as humanly possible. But in just a towel, I realized I wasn’t going outside. Not without going back up for some clothes. But when I turned around, Dane stood at the top of the stairs, blocking my path.
“What do you want from me, Dane?” I snarled.
“You know the answer to that but I’m more than happy to be explicit. I want to fuck you, Lara. You can start by losing that towel.”
I ignored him, trying to duck under his arms to get back to the hallway. He blocked me. I tried again but with the same result.
“Lara, what were you thinking when you came to me for information? You’ve known me as long as you’ve known Jackson. I’m not the type to hand out favors.”
“Obviously, but what did you even give me, Dane?” I sneered. “You told me that Jackson had a second phone and you said I should’ve already known that. So excuse me, but I’m not so sure you deserve credit for revealing something that Sawyer just never thought to tell me.” I laughed, genuinely amused as I watched my words pinch Dane’s brows and bruise his ego. “I mean aren’t you supposed to be the evil mastermind among the guys? Don’t they love you for that? I guess it’s more talk than anything,” I muttered before heading back downstairs. He followed as I knew he would.
“Like I said, I give nothing out for free. Unless I’m mistaken, I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing your famous bedroom talents yet.”
I went into the guest room in hopes of finding pajamas that Greta sometimes set on the bed after doing laundry. “You never said that was what you wanted,” I muttered.
“Jesus, Lara, did I really need to?” Dane trailed, a leering smile in his voice.
When I saw nothing but sheets on the bed, I flung the closet doors open. Empty besides spare towels. Shit.
“Tell me what Jackson’s other phone looks like,” I said.
“Silver iPhone 6. Take off your towel.”
I turned and glared at Dane for a second before pacing back
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