Beautiful Broken Rules (Broken, Series #1)(62)

I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he came down with his arms on either side of me, trapping me while kissing my neck. I let him go for a while, hoping that my sex drive would kick in. Please just feel normal again, Emerson. After what felt like five hours, although it was probably only five minutes of the most awkward advances, I finally heaved him off of me with a frustrated blow of air.

“Fuck, Em. What is wrong with you?” Easton growled.

“I don’t have any idea.”

He sat up, pulling his shirt back on over his head. “It used to be so damn easy with you. You weren’t one of those chicks that needed sweetening up.”

I don’t know why he sounded so frustrated. He wasn’t the one that could only have sex with one person all of a sudden. I knew he would end up grabbing some other girl before the night was over. Me? I was going yet another night unsatisfied. I shoved past him and slammed the bedroom door on my way out. Out in the hallway, Jace had his back against the wall with a blonde leaning into him, kissing his neck.

When he saw my face, he stood up straighter and balanced whoever was attached to his neck with his hands on her shoulders. “Is everything alright, Emmy?” he asked concerned.

“I’m fine, Jace, don’t stop on my account.” I gestured to his date.

When I bounded down the stairs, there was no Jaxon in sight. That was probably for the best because if he gave me the “okay” signal, I probably would have given him the “middle-finger” signal right back for cursing me.

I went into the kitchen to find the tequila and a shot glass. When you sleep with a Frat guy, they usually end up showing you where they keep the good stuff, or maybe I just knew to ask. The Sig Alphas keep theirs hidden in the dishwasher because who the hell needs one of those when you only eat out of pizza boxes and drink from red plastic cups. I was throwing back my first shot when Easton came pounding through the kitchen past me to go straight out to the patio.

I looked out the kitchen window and noticed a group of guys sitting out there drinking, smoking, and talking. I spotted Cole and Jaxon in the mix with beer bottles in their hands. Easton hadn’t closed the door all the way when he came through, so I could hear them all laughing at some joke Garret had just made.

Right as Easton came out, I heard Jaxon’s voice. “What the hell’s wrong with you, did you f*cking do something to Emerson?” He stood up from his seat.

“Chill the hell out, Riley, your precious Emerson is fine and f*cking untouched. You don’t need to run in there and make sure she’s okay.” He was definitely frustrated.

All of them laughed and ribbed at Jaxon for always checking on me.

“You do realize we use to f*ck her just fine before you got here. She was always okay afterward; she doesn’t need you to check on her,” Easton prodded him.

I heard a scuffle and then a loud pop followed by the sound of Easton groaning.

“What the f*ck is wrong with you, Jax?” Easton yelled.

“Shut up, East, you deserve about twenty more blows for saying that shit. Keep your mouth shut or I’ll kick your ass alongside him,” I heard Cole growl.

I felt small hands on my back. “What are we listening to?” Quinn whispered over my shoulder.

“Nothing,” I snapped and pulled back from the window.

She walked up to glance out and smiled at me knowingly. I heaved a sigh at being caught eavesdropping on the guys.

“I’m almost positive Jaxon just punched Easton.”

“Did he do something to you?” she demanded, in an angry voice.