Something for the Pain (Pain #2) (7 page)

Something about his confidence has always drawn me to him, making me want him way more than I should, and seeing all these people waiting for him to sing for us makes me want him that much more. It’s almost unbearable.

He stops once he gets back to the fire pit and smiles as he throws the strap of his guitar over his head. Almost everyone is now looking at him, and the DJ has stopped the music. “You asked for it.” He works on adjusting the strings of his guitar, while still talking. “I’m playing this song, because let’s face it, all you fuckers are having sex after you leave this party.”

Everyone starts screaming and cheering him on, but his face stays focused as he starts playing the melody to a song that I recognize right away:
Wicked Games
by The Weeknd. If people weren’t planning on fucking after this party . . . well they will be now.

A few girls, including Mel, start dancing close to Alex as the seductive words leave his lips.
Holy shit . . . that voice.
It’s been a while since I’ve heard him sing.

Closing my eyes, I get lost in his words, imagining his lips running across my skin with each word; the vibration of his voice against my flesh as he touches me in all the right places. Oh the things he can probably do with his mouth.

Maybe being drunk isn’t helping liked I’d hoped . . .

Before I know it, I’m standing just a few steps away from Alex, hanging on his every word. His eyes meet mine as he sings, “Just let me motherfucking love you.”

My eyes stay locked with his, unable to pull away. There’s something in his eyes right now that almost makes it feel as if he’s truly singing those words to me. It feels like just the two of us.

I feel my body shuddering with each word that leaves his sexy as sin mouth, as he gets deeper into the song and the melody picks up.

While still singing, he swings the guitar around his body so that it’s now hanging from his back. Reaching out, he pulls me against his body as he grinds his hips against me and sings, “Let me see you dance. I love to watch you dance.”

Letting out a small breath, I spin around in his arms and lean my head against his shoulder as I let myself dance against him. I feel his lips against my ear as he continues the song, seductively running his hands up the length of my arms as I hold them out at my sides.

Then, before I know it, he’s gone and reaching for his guitar again. I stop dancing for a second, but he nods his head at me, encouraging me to keep going.

A few seconds later I feel another set of arms wrap around me, and I know right away that it’s Lucas. He starts dancing against me, but his movements aren’t in sync with mine. Not like Alex’s were.

Knowing that I need to get my mind somewhere else, I dance with Lucas, hoping that feeling him against me will bring my thoughts to him.

“You look so sexy when you dance,” he whispers in my ear.

I feel myself leaning into him as we both dance to the sound of Alex’s voice, but as soon as the song finishes, I suddenly start to feel really anxious, as if I need to get away for a minute.

I turn around in his arms and place my hands to his chest. “I’m not feeling so hot right now. I think I need to go inside for a minute.”

“Alright.” Lucas takes a swig of his beer before kissing my forehead. “Come back when you’re feeling better. I’m going to keep our guests busy.”

My eyes pull away and meet Alex’s before I push my way through the crowd and break through the silence of the back door.

Once I get inside, I walk over to the stairs and take a seat half way up the steps. Closing my eyes, I lean my head against the wall and let out a deep breath.

My thoughts are really messing with me right now. I’m starting to wonder if asking Alex to move in was good for any of us. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of him long enough to think straight.

“You feeling okay, babe?”

I look up to the sound of Alex’s voice. He’s standing at the bottom of the stairs with his guitar in hand. My heart swells at the sight of him.

“I’m fine.” I watch him with a smile as he walks up the steps and sits down next to me. “You should be out there enjoying the party and not in here worrying about my ass. I’m sure Mel is waiting on you.”

He bites his bottom lip in a teasing manner. “Oh, I’m always thinking about your ass . . . and Mel can wait.”

Blushing, I push his shoulder.

His face turns serious. “No, for real though . . . I can’t enjoy myself knowing that my favorite girl isn’t feeling well.”

I look up and smile at him as he reaches for my hand and helps me to my feet. “Come on. Let me get you to bed.”

Walking in front of him, I rest my head on his chest as he grabs my hips and guides me up the stairs. I feel a bit wobbly. “You’re the best friend a girl could ask for. You know that, right?” My words slur a little, but I hope he knows how much I mean them.

He pushes my bedroom door open and takes a seat in my chair as I plop down onto my bed.

“I know,” he says softly. Without me even asking, he starts playing his guitar as I close my eyes and eventually dose off.

I’VE BEEN UP FOR THE last two hours. Actually—I barely even slept at all. I’ve never been one for sleeping much, so there’s nothing new there, but I have a feeling that last night had something to do with my lack of sleep this time. I couldn’t help but notice Lucas make his way into Tripp’s room late last night. The little noises that she made while he pounded into her will forever haunt my dick now. He was in there for twelve minutes before I heard him leave again. Yeah, that’s right . . . I timed it. Something about knowing that he fucked her just a room over from me didn’t settle well with me last night, and I couldn’t seem to shut my mind off. Especially since he couldn’t even be man enough to take care of her when she needed it. That just pisses me off.

The party ended for me earlier than I expected last night. After Tripp got sick and I put her to bed, I returned my guitar to my room and went back outside to join the party. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to get my head back into partying like everyone else. A huge part of me felt like I should’ve been lying in bed with Tripp, holding her. Except . . . that’s not my place. It’s someone else’s. So I didn’t.

Instead, I tried my best to focus my attention on Mel, who wanted nothing more than to hang all over my nuts. Especially after she heard me playing my guitar for everyone. She said it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen a man do. I knew she wanted to fuck, so that’s what I gave her. I took her to the downstairs shower, banged her until she couldn’t walk, and then sent her on her way.

That’s how things always work with me and women. I meet them at the tattoo shop, take them home, fuck them, and move onto the next. It’s been that way for six months now. You might call me a prick, but I never promise these women anything. They want to be fucked, so that’s what I give them. Nothing more.

I’ve been running for the past fifty minutes now; sweat pouring down my bare chest as I let out a bit of frustration. It’s hot as balls out here, but I haven’t been able to force myself to stop. I won’t stop until I’m out of breath and my legs give out on me, just like with sex.

Ever since I stopped fighting, this has been my release. It feels good to just run and never stop. It’s freeing.

I’ve already passed the house—our house—three times now. And every time I do, I can’t help but to stop and look up at Tripp’s window to see if she’s awake yet. I want to know if Lucas is back in her bed. As fucked up as it sounds, I want to drag his ass out of it.

Running to the back of the house, I open the large gate and let myself into the yard. I start stripping myself of my shorts and boxer briefs as soon as the pool comes into view. Taking a long, deep breath, I dive into the deep water and relax, letting myself sink to the bottom before swimming back up to the surface.

The cool water feels good on my heated flesh, but it does nothing to calm my thoughts of Tripp.

I need to push these fucked up thoughts aside. It’s messing with everything.
Tripp. Naked. In my bed. Me fucking her. Hard. So damn hard.

I swim for at least thirty minutes, trying to clear my head, before climbing out of the water and reaching for my boxer briefs. Without bothering to get dressed, I just cover my junk up with my boxers and let myself in through the back door.

Everyone should still be asleep anyways. When I walk into the kitchen, I’m surprised to see Lucas standing at the bar with a cup of coffee in hand. Guess I was wrong.

He holds up his mug and smiles lazily at me, while glancing down at the small piece of fabric covering my dick. “Someone’s up early.”

I nod my head. “Yeah. I don’t sleep much.”

I’m standing here dripping wet and naked, but Lucas doesn’t act as if it bothers him. Part of that makes me want to say fuck it and just run around naked all the time. If he doesn’t care if Tripp sees me naked . . . then I sure as hell don’t.

Walking over, he holds his fist out for me to bump it. “Someone got a good fucking in the shower last night. Damn that girl can scream. I can see why you had to cool off in the pool.”

I smirk, but don’t say anything as I reach into the fridge for a bottle of water.

“Shit man, I had to go upstairs and get mine in after that. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever fucked Tripp so fast and hard in my life. I had to cover her mouth just to keep from waking you up.”

I feel my stomach sink and anger build up inside, but I push it aside and pretend that his words don’t bother me. Tripp is a grown woman now. I need to remember that.

I tilt back the water and down the whole bottle as he continues to talk.

“That pussy is tight, man. So damn tight. And talking dirty to her had her soaking wet. That girl is special.” He pauses for a second to moan at his memories. “Well, I need to be at the bank in twenty minutes, so I need to take off. Tell Tripp I’m off at one, will ya?”

I nod my head as I toss the empty water bottle down and grip onto the sink, letting my briefs hit the floor. “Yup. Not a problem.”

I wait for his footsteps to retreat before I look up again. I stand by the sink for a few more minutes before I reach for my briefs and pull them up over my now dry body.

“Fuck. What the hell is my problem?” I run my hands through my wet hair before digging through the fridge in search of eggs and strawberries.

Trying to block out everything that just came out of Lucas’ mouth, I cook up some French toast and scrambled eggs, topping the toast off with a little powdered sugar and fresh strawberries. Then I quickly pour a glass of orange juice before making my way upstairs.

Thanks a lot, Lucas.
Don’t think about her pussy. . . . This is so messed up.