Ecstasy

My dick is aching with her being so close to me. All the blood has rushed from my head and all I want is her.

I fucking want her.

“That night it was Alex that stopped,” her voice is little more than a whisper. “And you pushed me onto him. You pushed me and your fingers…”

I’ve already apologized for this shit. I don’t want to talk about this again. And those very same fingers she’s referring to dig into her skin. “What, baby girl? Tell me what I did.”

Her hands are still on my shirt, but slowly, she uncurls her fist. She uncurls each smooth finger and she slides it under the sleeves of my t-shirt, and my chest tightens with her touch.

“You hurt me,” she tells me in a whisper. A whisper that I feel against my mouth. “You hurt me, and you watched me hurt myself and you—”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Alex’s voice startles her.

I heard him coming.

She didn’t.

She drops her hands, tries to back up, but my hands are on her waist and I’m not letting her go that easily.

I hear Alex take the last few steps at my back, but I still don’t let her go.

“I…I was just—” she starts to say.

“Let go of her,” Alex cuts her off.

I don’t like his tone. “I don’t think she wants me to.”

He walks to stand beside us, glaring down at me. I can feel Zara’s heart pounding a rhythm throughout her entire body. She’s nearly shaking in my arms.

Is she that scared of him?

Or is she that scared of me?

“I don’t give a fuck what she wants. Let go of her.”

“Eli, please just—” she starts to say.

I drop my hands, take a step back from her. Not for his sake, but for hers. He’s still glaring at me, and I can feel the tension between us. Not just me and Alex.

Between the three of us.

We have unfinished business. And he might hate it. He might hate what he invited me in on, because he doesn’t want to see someone else fuck her, but I don’t have that problem.

I don’t have that fucking problem at all.

“Kaitlyn is waiting for you upstairs,” he tells me, his jaw ticking, his eyes dark pools of black in the dim light. His hands are fisted by his side. “Might wa

I don’t say anything.

“Alex, we were just—”

He rounds on her. “Shut the fuck up.”

She flinches, taking a step back. I don’t know what she took in that bathroom—and I’m positive she took something—but it doesn’t seem to be working too well for her right now. She seems paranoid. Like she’s lost her fight or something.

“Back off. We bumped into each other at the bottom of the stairs,” I tell Alex. “Leave her alone.”

“I’m not with you,” she tells him, making me second guess that shit about losing her fight after all. “I’m not fucking with you and if you didn’t want me talking to your friends, you shouldn’t have brought me to your stupid fucking beach party.”

“Talking?” Alex mocks her, cocking his head and stepping closer, forcing her to step back in the little hallway just off from the bathroom. There’s not much here, the stairs at my back, the front door to my right, past the bathroom, and behind Zara and Alex, there’s a bedroom. “It didn’t really look like you were talking to me.” He glances my way. “You wa

She doesn’t answer him.

“Because if you do,” he says, leaning down close to her, and I see, for the first time, he’s got a beer in his hand. Different from the first one he drank. I would know, because this one is mine. “If you do, we can.” He holds up the beer, shaking the bottle a little. “I think I’ve had just enough of this to want to share you tonight, Za.” And he doesn’t wait for an answer.

He threads his fingers through her hair, leans down close, and kisses her. She’s frozen for a moment, and I see her eyes. I see the gleam in them as she looks to me, and then, holding my gaze, she kisses him back.

I have this very, very fleeting urge to snap his fucking neck.

But then she moans.

And the urge is gone.

He crowds her against the wall, puts his hand on her throat and shoves down her top, taking her breast in his mouth.

I don’t like his hand on her throat.

I don’t like that shit at all.

But her eyes are still on mine and even as his mouth covers her nipple, her fingers threading through his hair, she doesn’t stop looking at me. She doesn’t stop fucking looking at me.

I can’t stay away. Not anymore.

I close the space between us, and I don’t care what Alex is doing. I don’t fucking care because I know she wants to kiss me, and when I’m close enough to, I angle my head, my body to the side of hers, and she kisses me.

She kisses me, and my hand comes above Alex’s, circling her throat. She moans into my mouth, one hand still in Alex’s hair, but the other comes to my face. She’s pi

But apparently, Alex does.