Page 12 of Ecstasy
Then someone lifts me from under my arms straight from the pool.
I reach my hands down toward Eli, but Alex speaks as he pulls me up. “He can’t get to you without pulling you back down, princess.”
I turn to glare at Alex as he sets me on my feet on the concrete at the edge of the pool, hands on my upper arms. I’m having trouble focusing on his face, but I hear Eli say, “Let her sleep in the guest room. You’re fucking drunk, man.”
Alex smiles at me but I think he’s talking to Eli when he says, “I’ll take her to the guest room, but she’s not fucking sleeping.” Those words don’t make sense to drunk me, but I don’t have time to ponder them as he picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. I hang upside down, trying not to throw up as I close my eyes tight, Alex’s hands holding me firmly.
I hear Eli swear under his breath, but Alex starts moving with me and I have to work very, very hard to keep whatever it is I managed to eat today inside my stomach as he walks inside the house, water dripping wet from the both of us.
“Yo, she looks like she’s gonna puke!” someone calls from inside the kitchen.
Alex slaps my ass. “Better not, princess,” he mutters, and then we’re going upthe stairs, but I keep my eyes closed, dangling limply over Alex’s back like a doll.
I want to go to sleep.
My body is so fucking tired.
My heart is working overtime.
My head is spinning.
And if Alex doesn’t set me down, right now,I’m going to puke.
My eyes fly open, hand coming to my mouth, stomach convulsing.
But then he does exactly that.
He sets me down, soaking wet, in the middle of a big bed covered in a white comforter.
The guest room bed.
Alex stands in front of me, appraising me. I vaguely register an open, empty closet at Alex’s back, the fan spinning overhead that makes me shiver. I wrap my arms around myself, notice there’s a dim light on behind me, but mainly, I’m just staring at Alex, dripping water all over the dark wooden floors.
“You feelin’ okay, princess?” he asks me, eyes flashing like he hopes I’m not.
I bury my head in my hands, shifting on the bed. It’s soaked beneath me, and I’m distantly aware that if the mattress gets wet, they’ll have to replace it but it’s kind of hard to think about furniture with the way my heart is pounding so fucking hard and my head is hurting and—
“Get out.” My thoughts are interrupted by another voice.
I look up, dropping my hands as Eli comes into the room, pointing to the door he just walked in through. He’s glaring at Alex, his jaw clenched.
Alex cocks his head, adjusts his dick through his swim trunks and I notice, not for the first time, it’s…big.
How it could possibly be that big when it’s cold in here and we’re both soaked and there’s a fan.
“You’re drunk,” Eli says, like he did at the pool. “You’re going to regret this.”
I force my gaze from Alex’s dick to Eli’s face. Eli doesn’t anger easily, I don’t think. Truth be told, I haven’t spent much time with him, even though he’s Alex’s best friend. They’re opposites in so many ways.
Hot. Cold. Loud. Quiet. Light…Dark.
Alex laughs softly, then glances at me. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “We’re not quite done yet.”
Eli’s eyes narrow into slits. He’s still dressed, but he’s dripping water everywhere too. He doesn’t say anything though. He just stares at Alex like he—I don’t know, actually.
Eli is always hard to read. Now is no different.
Alex turns to look at me, a contemplative expression on his face. He scrubs his hand over his jaw. “This isn’t your problem, E,” he says, and his words are a little slurred, too. “She’s a fucking whore. She fucking sucked Jamal’s dick.” There’s real anger in his sloppy words, and I feel my chest grow hot with shame.
