Page 232 of Broken by my Bully
I yank the bottle out of her hand and hold it up. “Just water?”
She nods, frowning hard, trying to look past me at Haven. I shakemy head. “Eyes on your own work, Parker.” I point at the guy trying to feel her up. “I got this.”
I turn back to Haven, and she’s gone.
Where the fuck?—
My gaze drops, and then I roll my eyes and groan. Haven’s on her hands and knees in the dirt, either trying to pick up something she dropped, or trying to find something that caught her attention.
“Upsies,” I shout over the music, bending to grab her arm.
She comes so willingly, I turn and throw Melissa a death glare over my shoulder, but the bitch doesn’t even see it because she’s suffocating her new boyfriend with her tongue.
Who gives a newbie molly and then lets them loose in this predator’s playground?
“Out of my fucking way,” I grumble, an arm around Haven’s waist as I guide her to the edge of the dance floor. It feels like the party’s conspiring against me, because it’s a hell of a lot harder getting out than it was getting in.
Mine to protect.
Mine tohurt.
Mine.
Eventually we make it to the trees, but we’re right on a path to the porta-potties set up a short distance from the dance floor. And fuck, I can’t handle that smell, so I shove the water in my boxers, losing the last of my suckers, and grasp Haven’s shoulders so I can steer her through the trees.
We’d both have to be struck blind and deaf to get lost out here with such a rager happening a few yards away. But at least, here, there’s a little light from a spotlight, the music faded.
I prop her up against a tree, screw open the water, and tip it against her lips. She gulps it, water spilling down her chin and pattering onto the trash bag covering her chest.
God, she looks good in body paint.
I guess she’s had her fill of the water, because she turnsaway when I bring it to her lips again. So I down what’s left and toss the bottle toward the dance floor.
Clean up’s gonna be a bitch…for the pledges.
Damn it, her lip is back between her teeth. Melissa didn’t even think to get her some gum or something?
I seize her chin, tugging down until she lets go of her lip. But she doesn’t even seem to realize she’s doing it, because a second later she’s got her poor bruised lip caught in her teeth again.
“Jesus, here,” I mutter, dragging my sucker out of my mouth and sticking it in hers. “Suck.”
Her eyes slide closed, and she moans so loudly I can hear it over the music.
Either she can’t recognize my voice, or she doesn’t give a fuck that it’s me babysitting her. I’m clenching my jaw so hard, it’s possible she might not even know it’s me.
“Yeah?” I lean in close. “That taste good?”
“Mmm…”
Haven puts her hand on my shoulder, eyes still closed as she slides her fingers up and down the side of my neck.
Well, fuck,thatfeels good.
Molly makes you love everyone. Makes you tell the truth. Makes you forget why you were supposed to hate someone. Maybe that’s why Haven lets me touch her.
The drugs stripped away three years of anger.
Or maybe she never hated me at all.
