Page 69 of Ruin

As much as I was fighting with myself about it, in the end I thought, why the hell not? Might take my mind off Trixie, seeing some sexy women wearing nothing but lingerie, how can that not help me feel better.

But no, it didn't help one fucking bit. All the girls there were just…clean. Their skin was perfectly glowing, and there weren't any tattoos on them. I mean there was the odd one here and there who had maybe four tattoos, but nothing like the artwork Trixie has on her body.

They all wore red, pink, blue, which normally would have my dick hard, but I wanted black. My mind wandered to Trixie walking around in a nice black set and nothing else.

“Shit.” Now my dick is getting hard. How is one woman so fixed in my brain right now?

I turn my head to the left to my bedside table as the phone rings. Who the fuck is calling me at this time? I slam my hand on it to turn it off. There's no way I'm answering anyone's call at one in the morning, and it's probably my brothers wanting to make sure I'm asleep. So, if I don't answer it, then they know I'm sleeping, and they might leave me alone.

Hayden said he wanted to come over, and I told him not to be stupid. He's got class in the morning. High School is one thing, but if you fuck up college, mom and dad are going to kill us.

It rings again within seconds, and this time I look to see if it is one of my brothers. I mean, if it's not them, it's got to be Cain. Grabbing my phone I look at the name flashing, Trixie.

Why is she calling me? She doesn't even talk, I answer the phone. “Hello,” Nothing, I'm not surprised. So, I'm not sure why she's calling me. My phone beeps and I look at the message.

Trixie

I'm sorry I didn't know who else to call. My car broke down.

“And why do you think I'd help you at one in the morning?” is the only question I can ask.

Trixie

I'm sorry, it doesn't matter.

And before she can end the call, I quickly ask. “Where are you?”

I look at my phone, waiting for it to beep with a message or a location. Finally, it beeps with her location.

“It's over a fucking hour away.” My voice comes out a little harder than I wanted it too.

What the hell does she want me to do? It’s close to a two-hour drive.

There is silence from her, no message coming through, and I go to hang up, but stop when I hear the heavy rain hitting her car. Fuck before I can say anything, the line goes dead.

The only reason she called is because her car has broken down. Shit, I can’t leave her out in the rain all night, but why hasn’t she called her dad, or brother?

Shaking my head, I send a quick message, to my friend hoping he's still awake, to meet me at the location to pick up Trixie’s car for me. Not sure who else to ask, but he seems like the best bet, and he can take it to their garage too.

Getting out of bed, I look down as my dick is standing as hard as a fucking pole because of the woman who I'm going to see, and yet I can't touch her.Think of anybody else, anything else, come on Declan. Getting dressed I grab my keys and leave the house. It's going to be a long night. Why the hell is she there at this time? That’s the only question I want answered.

This is not how I thought my night was going to end. Started off at the club, which did nothing to take my mind off things. So, I left my brothers there, and I took a pit stop. I didn’t want to go there, kept telling myself to go straight home, but it didn’t help because the next thing I knew I was there. Was there for about thirty minutes, then came home where I thought I would sleep, but no. Here I am at one in the morning, ready to drive to pick up a girl. I never thought that would happen.

Slamming the car door shut, tapping her location into my phone so it gets up on my car screen and I get on the road.

It's over an hour into the journey, and the rain is battering down on the car. My windscreen wipers are on full, and still can't see anything in front of me. Can't even do the speed limit, to get there faster.

But then I see the hazard lights flashing on a car. There she is. I pull up behind her. Getting out of the car, the rain falls hard and fast, and I see her curled up in a ball in the backseat of her car.

I let out a sigh and tap on the window, she jumps holding up a pocketknife. “It's me,” I shout.

Trixie opens the door and gets out of the car. The rain is coming down harder than a minute ago, which I honestly didn't think was possible. Every large drop is hitting me hard.

She signs.

I need some things from the car.

I go to answer, but stop when the pickup park up behind mine, and Blake gets out. Trixie stands closer to me.Do not stand close to me. Do not stand close to me. Do not stand close to me.I take a step to the side, the last thing I need is her touching me.

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