Page 51 of Break Me
We weren’t able to get all the stains up out of the carpet, but Riley said she’d call someone for that. I asked her if she told Caden what happened. She shot me a look that told me all I needed to know.
Caden is just as much of an asshole as Benji. Of course she didn’t tell him.
I don’t let myself think about the fact that Benji has fucked both of us.
But when he wakes up, well, it’s impossible not to think about.
He yawns, loudly, stretching, and then slowly, his eyes flutter open, emerald green lined with red. He’s facing me, and he blinks, his lips tugging into a frown, as if he’s confused. Which, no shit. He probably blacked out last night.
“Ava?” he whispers, one hand tucked under his head, the other on the sheet between us. I keep my eyes on his and don’t let them linger over his biceps, his forearms. His tattoos.
Focus, you idiot.
“And Riley,” I say quietly.
He frowns, then turns over, and I hear his sharp intake of breath when he sees Riley.
“What’re you doing in here, Little Girl?” he asks her.
Something in my stomach clenches at that nickname. I try to shove down the jealousy. It’s stupid. Irrational.
Benji lays on his back, stacks his pillows under his head so he can gaze down at both of us. He’s got a stupid smile on his face and I see Riley roll her eyes.
“Wow,” Benji says, his voice hoarse. He coughs, clearing his throat. “I sure as hell didn’t expect to wake up in heaven this morning.”
Riley punches him lightly on the arm. “You idiot.”
He laughs, and the easy way they are with each other…I almost feel as if I should excuse myself from this bed. But fuck that. Riley called me, because he was asking for me.
“How’re you feeling?” I ask him.
He wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his warm body. I let him.
“Okay, thanks to you two, I suppose?”
Riley sighs. “You ruined my carpet.”
Benji cocks his head to the side, looking over at her. “Huh?”
“You threw up. Black,” I tell him, quickly filling him in. “And you’ve got a pill problem,” I finish with.
I feel the arm around my shoulder tighten, but he’s looking at Riley. “You told her,” he says, accusingly.
She sits up, glaring over at him, pointing a finger in his chest. Her eyes are puffy. “Someone needed to. You should be thanking me.”
He catches her finger with his free hand, yanking her forward. I realize I’m holding my breath.
“Thank you,” he finally says, his face inches from hers, her hair grazing his chest.
He looks at me, still with Riley’s finger in his grip. “And you,” he whispers to me.
I swallow. Hard. “I thought you might not wake up,” I admit, still angry, but also…relieved. My hand trails down his six pack. “You need to deal with your demons, Benji.”
He sits up, letting Riley go, and he leans back against the headboard, pulling me with him. My head is still on his shoulder, hand still on his abdomen.
“Well if I can wake up every morning with two angels in my bed, I should be able to deal with them just fine.” He shrugs, eyes lazily drifting over me and the white t-shirt I’m wearing. I know he can see my nipples harden, straining against the thin fabric of the shirt. Fuck’s sake.
And I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I say, “You just want to wake up with us?” I trail my finger lower, down to his hips, hands skimming the fabric of his boxers. “Or…” I look at Riley and see she’s watching me, her green eyes wide. She’s still sitting up, facing Benji, her hair still grazing his chest because it’s so damn long.
