some dude at some fucking party in the woods.
Gavin’s lips touch her neck.
His hands move up a little more.
Bree puts her hands to his chest and pushes away.
She waves a finger at him.
No.
Gavin grabs her wrist and twists it.
I damn near jump over the fire to get to them.
My right fist hits his jaw before he realizes I’m there.
I send him off his feet and he hits the ground in a crumpled mess.
“Don’t ever grab her like that!” I yell at him. “Ever! And I swear on my life, if there’s a mark on her wrist, I’ll find you and break your fucking neck.”
I look at Bree and she’s mad at me.
“Are you done with this show yet?” I ask.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” she says.
She storms away.
I walk back to my truck and climb up in the bed.
I hate when she does this. It’s not too often, but it sucks when it happens.
She lets some guy get close to her and then the guy shows his true colors and she thinks it’s all about her. She thinks she’s not pretty or cute, beautiful or fucking perfect the way she is. Then she gets drunk and flirty, thinking she can mask the pain with some other guy touching her.
I wait. And wait. And wait.
I start to fall asleep when I hear a noise outside my truck.
My eyes open and there she is.
There’s Bree, coming toward me.
She climbs into the bed of the truck and cuddles up against me.
I hold her tight.
We don’t speak about anything.
Because I know if I start to tell her what I’m thinking, it’ll fuck up our friendship.
She ran toward the back of the bus.
She was either mad or sick. Maybe both.
“Is she okay?” Jay asked me.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Hey, I was just messing around,” Reed said. “You know that, right?”
I glared at Reed.
“Sab, come on,” Nash said. “You’ve been texting her for years. We’ve been breaking your balls about her for years too. Now she’s here. She’s awesome too. I get why you’ve been texting her.”
“We’re almost to the hotel,” Dex said. “Maybe you can talk to her then.”
“I’m handling this right now,” I said. “Anyone who follows me or does anything fucking stupid… I will throw your ass out a window tonight.”
I walked to the back of the bus to look for Bree.
There weren’t many places she could hide.
And there was no exit off the back of the bus.
Unless, of course, she got brave and climbed out of a window.
Which was deadly at the rate of speed the bus traveled at.
I opened the door to the back area of the bus and that’s where I found her.
I gently shut the door and locked it.
Bree spun around and started to point at me.
I made my move.
I lunged for her, my hands cupping her face, pulling her toward me.
When I kissed her, I made sure it fucking counted.
She exhaled a breath through her nose and her knees buckled.
My hands moved to her sides to keep her standing.
I turned and walked her to the door.
Her back hit the door.
My body pressed against hers.
I bent my knees so I could be eye level with her.
I broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.
You really want to know what I’m fucking thinking right now, babe? You want to throw us into some fucking fake-friend-zone bullshit?
I kissed her again.
She kissed me back.
Drunk… ready to fuck…
I hated it as much as I loved it.
But I wasn’t going to fuck her.
Not with a crowd out there waiting.
This moment was for Bree.
For all the times she didn’t feel good enough and I let her keep feeling that way.
I eased away from the kiss a second time.
“Tell me you know you’re beautiful, Bree,” I whispered.
“No. I’m not.”
“You break my heart each time you think that about yourself.”
“You’ve been breaking my heart for years, Sab.”
I gritted my teeth.
We should have stopped right there and sobered up then had an honest conversation with each other.
But we were alone.
She needed attention.
And I was the fucking rock star with a beautiful woman on his tour bus…
My fingers lifted her shirt and I placed my hand flat against her stomach.
She let out a sighing exhale into my mouth.
That only made me kiss her harder.
I loved the way she tasted.
Desire and too much whiskey all mixed together.
My hand wasn’t resting against her lower belly for my own health.
I inched down and twisted the button her jeans, opening it in less than a second.
Down my fingers went, moving along the front of her