Unbearable (the TORQUED trilogy Book 2) by Shey Stahl Page B

under my head. “I don’t know.” Bringing my knees up, I try to stand but it’s a moot effort and he has to help me up. “Let’s go.”
    Either from standing up so quickly, or the fact that I’ve drank my body weight in alcohol, I puke. On Tyler.
    He groans, tossing his head back and helping me to the truck. “I’m gonna fucking kill Holden.”
    Stripping off his shirt, he tosses it in the bed and then opens the door, nodding for me to get in. But I’m covered in puke so I strip. Right then and there, pants and shirt gone completely.
    Seems fine to me but there’s people rolling by on the street, whistling at me.
    “Jesus, get in the truck.” Tyler’s eyes are frantic, and knowing he drove an hour for me, makes me feel way too good, despite the fact I just threw up on him.
    When I’m standing there, staring at him, he waits several seconds, like he’s waiting for me to tell him what happened, but I don’t. I wait to see what he’s going to do with me now standing before him in my bra and underwear and not doing what he told me to do, which was to get in the truck.
    His jaw flexes, the muscles in his face twitching. But his touch, it’s tender as his thumb brushes lightly over my cheek. “Raven, you’re in your bra and underwear. Get in the truck.”
    My stomach burns, the acid in my throat causing my words to come out rough. “Okay.”

    I THINK I PASS out after that. I’m not positive, but I wake up on my bed in my dorm room with Tyler between my legs. I can’t tell if he’s taking clothes off, or putting them on.
    “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to pry one eye open. It’s hard, an effort I don’t have. I really do want to sleep but I also want him to love me.
    “You’re naked. I’m trying to get your panties on.” He taps my knee. “Help me out. Lift up.”
    I do and smile when he struggles. My head falls back against the bed, my legs dangling over the edge. I have no idea how my panties came off in the first place, but it’s then I notice I’m not wearing a bra either, just an old tank top of mine.
    Tyler laughs when it’s not working getting my panties up my wet thighs. “I’m usually taking panties off, not putting them back on.” His brow scrunches; he’s trying to figure out how to get them on since they’re sticking to my thighs. “This is surprisingly difficult.”
    “Why are my legs all wet?”
    “I had to clean you off. There was puke all over us.”
    I bring my elbows underneath me and sit up slightly. “How did you clean me off?”
    Tyler stands from his crouched position and scratches the side of his head, as if he’s trying to come up with a plan to get me dressed and in bed. His expression darkens with an unreadable emotion. “I took you to the car wash. You puked in my truck and I had to clean it off. So I hosed you down too.”
    I want to laugh because I wish I would have been coherent enough to remember that. With a lot of effort, I stand up and help him out by pulling my panties on. “What are you doing here though? I thought you’d drop me off and leave. Remember? You don’t want me.”
    I’m an obnoxious drunk tonight. So much so that I want to punch myself.
    His brows draw together in a frown. “I’m not leaving you alone so Holden can come back and have his way with your naked body.”
    Is that possessiveness I hear?
    “Better you than him?”
    I’m teasing, I think, but he doesn’t see it that way. His lips purse when I sway on my feet. “Not quite.”
    His arm wraps around my waist, the other under my thighs as he picks me up.
    “Are you sure?” I ask as he sets me gently on the bed.
    Tyler’s arm slips around my shoulder as he lies down next to me, his dreamy blues landing on mine. He studies me for a moment but I don’t give him much time before I straddle his lap. I want him, right now.
    Instantly his body stiffens and his hold on me falls away. “Raven… don’t do that.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re drunk and if I do