Page 46 of A Little Bit Reckless
“We both are.” Wells’s dad, Jax, put his arm around his wife. The pair were nice,normal,and nothing like their son. They didn’t play games.
They weren’t cruel.
He wasn’t always this way.
Swallowing, I faced forward. I couldn’t breathe, my lungs squeezing.
“And I have to say, I’m happy this arrangement is working out,” Jax said. He gestured between Wells and me with his brandy glass.
“I agree,” my dad said, and smiled again. He nodded toward Wells, and, though Wells smiled, the expression didn’t quite meet his green eyes. If anything, the smile faltered a little. That was only brief before he beamed at the table, and my dad, again.
“You’re going to regret coming tonight, you little Peeping-fucking-Tom.”
“Um, I have to go to the bathroom,” I said quickly. I got up even quicker and almost dropped my napkin. I laughed a little. “Sorry.”
I didn’t know what I was apologizing for.
I need to vomit.
My stomach lurching, I didn’t get a chance to see the room’s reaction to me leaving so suddenly. I justleftand found the closest bathroom I could.
I ended up dry heaving.
How nothing came up I didn’t know, but I stayed by the toilet for a few seconds just to make sure. I was shaking by the timeI flushed nothing away. I splashed water on my face, and that was when the door snapped open. A breeze of something cool and masculine filled my nose before I was backed up against the sink.
He threw the potpourri off the counter. The flower petals exploded against the wall like floral fireworks, and I would have screamed but a hand got my jaw. It cut off the sound from my throat when Wells physically closed my mouth.
He honed in.
“I have to lie for you,” he said, getting so close, and I was shaking. In fact, the only thing holding me up was my jaw, my face in his grip, his digits literally embedding themselves in my cheeks. Wells tossedand caughtfootballs all the time. He was great at it. Strong. His nostrils flared. “I have to lieto our parentsfor you.”
I never told him to lie. I never told him to do anything of that stuff he was doing downstairs. I grabbed his sweater. “Wells?—”
The word came out mumbled with my jaw closed, and he shook my hands off him like I was a rag doll. Wells had never physically hurt me before. He’d been angry at me but never once had he ever acted on that anger.
Never once had he looked like he wanted to kill me.
“Please,” I gasped out and all that did was make his eyes narrow. He was no longer the clean-cut boy with charisma downstairs. He was now the unhinged dirty blond with a vendetta against his best friend’s little sister. He evenlookedunhinged, crazed. His blond hair that had been so meticulously smoothed back was crossing over his eyes. Like he let go of the facade the moment he decided to corner me in the bathroom.
“Did you enjoy what you saw the other night,Squeak?” he asked, biting out the nickname. I trembled, and his fingers squeezed harder in my jaw. He growled. “Did you like getting up inmymotherfucking business?”
I wished I could say I didn’t but I’d be lying. I fully knew what I was doing that night. I even liked it, and I knew that didn’t make sense. I should be jealous of his connection with Bru. I liked Bru so much… I blinked back a tear. “I’m sorry.”
The words weren’t a lie, but if I told him the reason I said the words, he would hurt me.
I wasn’t sorry for what I did.
I was just sorry he caught me.
Again,I knewthat didn’t make sense, and I closed my eyes as he drew in closer. Another thing that didn’t make sense was how that tremble had suddenly moved to my thighs. Nor thetinglethat pulsed between my legs the harder his hand gripped my cheeks. The cool scent of him glided over my face, my mouth, and it shocked my system with heat as much as the fear that currently immobilized my body against the sink.
“Did your little virgin asslovegetting off on watching us,” he asked, and I swallowed. “Did it get you hot? Get you bothered…”
“I’m not a virgin,” I gasped out, again the word mumbled.
Wells let go. I hadn’t been expecting it and nearly fell to the floor. I gripped the sink, and when I looked up, he was scanning the tiles of his parents’ bathroom.
“What do youmeanyou’re not a virgin?” He was on me again in seconds, in my face. His eyes flared. “Who the fuck would touch you?”
