Be Good A New Adult Romance (RE12)(18)

I could feel my heart start to pound. I wanted to escape. My resistance was low and in my compromised (okay, half-drunken) state, I knew Joey would be able to talk me into going back to his room with him.

Joey then pressed himself against the back of my short white dress. “See how hard I am for you, Babe. See what you do to me.”

I swallowed hard. It had been weeks since I’d had sex—the wedding with Brett, which I didn’t even remember. I was horny as hell. Joey pushing his rather prominent erection against me wasn’t helping.

I closed my eyes for a minute to try and clear my head. When I opened them again, an extremely angry Brett was standing right in front of me and Joey.

Brett’s arms were crossed over his chest and his glare was blazing. “What the hell is going on?” he roared. I had never seen him angry. I know it sounds terrible but Brett’s anger kind of turned me on. Probably not the best reaction considering the situation I was in. Joey backed away but only slightly. He still had his arm around me.

“Get your hands off of her,” Brett ordered. He actually had an alpha-male inside of him, which surprised me.

Even though Joey could have knocked the shit out of Brett fairly easily, he did as he was told and removed his arm from my shoulder. There was something in Brett’s tone and definitely in his eyes that said he wasn’t f*cking around.

“I guess this is the guy you’re waiting for,” Joey said.

“Yeah,” Brett spewed. “I’m that guy.” As soon as he said the words that guy, Brett glared at me. He really meant that Joey was that guy, one of the many that guys, who I had no business being with.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Joey was focused on Brett. The tone of his question made it sound like he couldn’t believe I’d choose Brett over him.

Brett really wasn’t my boyfriend. At least, I didn’t think he was. I wasn’t sure what he was because we had never really discussed it.

“Something like that,” Brett said to Joey as he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.

“We’re going,” Brett demanded. “Now.”

Brett pulled me by my elbow out of the bar and down the block toward the hotel where the wedding party and guests were staying. He was walking so fast, I could barely keep up with him in my high heels. “Can you slow down a little?” I muttered.

As if he hadn’t even realized how fast we were walking, he said, “Yeah, sure” and slowed down.

When we got back to his room, I prepared myself for whatever was going to come next. I could see Brett was still incredibly angry and I still thought it was sexy as hell. Probably not the best reaction, I knew, even though I was still tipsy.

Brett had kept his eyes closed for what seemed like several minutes. He rubbed his temples and I presumed he was trying to calm himself down and think about what he wanted to say.

I was ready for the worst. I knew there was a high probability he was going to kick me to the curb and I braced myself for it.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me, he looked sad instead of angry and that made me feel even worse.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asked.

I gulped. I had to think about it. I thought I had two, or maybe it was three, no, definitely three. “Three glasses of wine.”

He eyed me. “How big were the glasses?”

I giggled, which seemed to raise his temper again. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle the giggles. “They were pretty big,” I said as seriously as I could.

Brett’s eyes grew dark as he looked at me. I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Panic was setting in. Brett was so good at making me nervous. “Did you want to sleep with that guy?”

I shook my head. As attractive as I may have found Joey, I really didn’t want to be with him again. I think I just liked the attention he was giving me more than anything else.

Brett still didn’t seem satisfied. “Have you ever been with him?”

I swallowed. My words seemed to get stuck in my throat. “Yes,” I finally managed to squeak out. “In high school.”

Brett turned away from me and shook his head. It was as if he was thinking again. Then he turned back to me. “Sometimes you make it extremely difficult to love you.”

I couldn’t believe what he had said. It sounded like he was trying to say he loved me, in a weird backhanded kind of way, but the words were still there. But how could he love me? Especially after what happened with Joey and every other guy I had ever been with. If he really knew me, if he knew every flaw on my long list, would he still tell me he loved me? I didn’t feel like I deserved his love.

I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his chest. I could feel the tension drain from his body as he relaxed into my embrace. He gently kissed the top of my head then rested his cheek there. I could feel him let out a sigh then he kissed the top of my head again.

Then he leaned back and looked at me. It felt as if he was trying to take me all in.

“You look absolutely amazing,” he said. “I can understand why Joey wanted you. I’ll bet every guy in that bar wanted you, yet here you are with me.”

I nodded. “I want you, Brett. Only you.”

He ran his thumb softly down my cheek. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Only me?”

“Yes.”

I placed a soft kiss on his lips. Neither one of us moved as our lips continued touching. After a long moment, his mouth crashed into mine and his kisses became urgent and needy. He grabbed my ass and pulled me so close, I could feel his erection pressing against my body. I moaned in delight.

“I want you, Brett,” I said breathlessly. “Please. I want to feel you inside of me.”

To my surprise, he grabbed my arms and pushed me a few inches away from him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Not like this. Not when you’ve been drinking.”

“Please,” I pleaded. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. “I thought you wanted to be with me,” I sobbed.

“I do, Anna. I want you so badly it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have to say no but I have to. For both of us. When we make love, I want it to be special. I want it to be perfect and wonderful and everything you deserve it to be.”

I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. I had never been turned down before and it hurt. I didn’t know how to feel about what he was saying. I had never considered waiting an option.

“I promise it will be worth the wait” He tried to reassure me.

I still felt sad and rejected. I tried one more time to get my way. I placed my hands on his chest and looked up at him. Then I licked my lips.

He swallowed. I could feel his heart beating faster. I kissed him. At first, he didn’t respond but as I kept at it, he slowly came around. When he thrust his tongue into my mouth, I knew it was game on. His kisses became raw and intense and he moaned.

“Anna, we have to stop,” he whispered between kisses.

But he didn’t stop, he continued kissing me with the power of the alpha male I had seen make an appearance at the bar. That was the man I wanted him to be in bed. And I wanted him more than I wanted air. I was desperate to feel him inside me. To fill the void that was now aching between my legs.

When I reached down to touch his rather large bulge, he grabbed my hand to stop me.

“No, not tonight.”

He turned me around so my back was facing him and he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me toward the bed.

“You have absolutely no self-control. I’m putting you to bed.”

“You’re not coming to bed with me?” I said as seductively as I could.

He sat me down on the edge of the bed. He removed the pumps from my feet and placed them on the floor next to the bed. Then he unzipped the back of my white mini dress and pulled it down. He paused for a moment to take in the sight of my lace pushup bra.

“Please wear that again,” he said.

I had to smile. Then he lifted my hips slightly so he could ease the dress completely off. He carefully placed the dress on the back of the desk chair and grabbed a tee shirt from his bag. It was Blink 182, a band that was on both of our Top Ten lists. He placed the tee shirt over my head then said, “Lift your arms.” I did as I was told and he put the tee shirt on me like he was dressing a five year old girl.

Then he inspected his work. “God, I love it when you wear my clothes. At this rate, I’ll be buying a new wardrobe soon.”

That made me laugh.

“Now get under the covers and go to sleep.”

“Where are you sleeping?” I asked. “I’m in your bed in your room.”

“In that chair,” he pointed to an overstuffed lounge chair in the corner of the room. “And I’m moving it in front of the door, so you don’t try to leave. I don’t want you ending up in Joey’s bed.”

That hit me. It felt like a slap in the face. Brett must have sensed that he hurt me because he immediately apologized. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”