“You booty called me?” I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. “Was you naked when you called me Chelsea?”
There was a nanosecond pause before she answered. “I’m still naked now.”
I groaned, my dick jumping to attention. I was going to do something stupid. I knew that. And I just couldn’t find it in my heart to care.“Unlock your door, Chelsea.”
“What?” She sounded confused. “Why?”
“Because I’m bringing you something to help with your hangover.” I was already heading out the door as I said it. “Because that’s what friends do.”
She had opened her door an inch by the time I had ended the call, giving one last look around me to make sure no one was about. I stepped into her room and kicked the door shut behind me.
“You have the painkillers?” She stood there in her short silky robe, her hair sticking up in every direction and her eyes bloodshot and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Tugging on the belt I watched as the robe fell open. Leaving her standing there for my eyes to take in. I feasted on her.
“I bought you something better than aspirin Chelsea.” My body was moving into her space. Not stopping until her nipples brushed against my chest.
With one small shove, I pushed her down onto the bed. Smiling as she bounced. “I bought me.”
Giggling she looked up at me. Her eyes which looked bloodshot glittered.
“Yeah.” Slowly I crawled over her. My movements slow and purposeful like a hunting big cat. That’s exactly what we were after all. Predator and prey.
“Didn’t anyone tell you that I am the best hangover cure around?”
It was madness what I was doing. Absolute craziness but I was past caring. I wanted her and she wanted me. We were both adults and we weren’t hurting anyone.
As long as no one found out, namely her brother, I didn’t see any harm with spending time with her. No harm at all.
At least that’s what I was telling myself. Because I was tired of not giving in to my need for her. It was overwhelming. Not love like Mel had mentioned. The very idea now I had thought about it was absurd. I wasn’t the type of man who fell in love. Not like my brother. Or Ruin. What I felt for Chelsea was pure need. Plain and simple sexual attraction. And it was an attraction I was tired of fighting.
My lips slipped over the skin of her jaw. She smelt of stale alcohol but I just didn't care. She was naked and underneath me. Waiting and willing with her beautiful eyes hooded. And that’s all the mattered.
“Wicked?”Chelsea's voice was timid.
“Mmhmm.” I carried on kissing my way down her throat.
“What about your girlfriend?”
I froze. The lust that had been burning in my veins turning to ice. She couldn’t have said a worse thing. “What about her?”
“Is she really your girlfriend?” There was a hint to her voice. Half challenge and half something desperate. Like she was begging me not to hurt her. And I didn’t want to but I couldn’t tell her the truth either.
That would ruin everything.
“Why does it matter?” Even as I said the words I knew it did matter though. It mattered to her. Rolling on to my back and away from her, I flung one arm over my eyes. Suddenly my head was pounding.
“It matters.”
Peeking out from beneath my lashes I found Chelsea hovering over me. Her eyes shone in a whole new way as tears threatened to spill over.
“You know I am with Mel.” I finally said.
God, I hated lying to her especially when she was looking at me like she was. With so much pain in her eyes.
For a second she stared down at me, and then she did the one thing I knew she would do. She tied the robe back around herself. “I think you should go Wicked.”
“Why? Maybe I want to stay.” Reaching for her, I tried to pull her back against my body. Now that I had admitted to myself that I could have her, she was pulling away? “I think you want me to stay Chelsea. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”