Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,84
fit for the numbing taking place inside my head.
“Me?” I asked, my head swaying a little too far to the left.
He frowned at the bottle between my legs. “You’ve had a fair bit of that.”
“It’s good.” I took another sip, then offered it to him. He declined by lifting his own bottle. “And I want to get into computer science. Design some games.”
He laughed. “Whoa, that’s awesome.”
“Yup.” I popped the word. “Can we make out now?”
Once again, he laughed, then coughed. “Oh, wait. You’re serious?”
I nodded, licking my lips as I tried to build the excitement by staring at his. I could kiss him. I wanted to. I planned to kiss a lot of boys before I ever let another one close enough to ruin me so completely again.
Setting his drink down, he glanced around the room, and I did too, but from our vantage, all I saw were legs and more trash rolling around on the floor.
Warm skin met my skin, turning my face, and then his forehead was almost touching mine, the scent of alcohol heavy on our breaths. “Are you going to remember kissing me tomorrow?”
My lids felt heavy when I blinked. “It depends how well you do it.”
Eyes blazed and then closed as his mouth melded to mine. He took the challenge seriously, his lips firm and coaxing mine into action.
A growl rippled around us, and the fact I’d evoked that sound from him already had my hand reaching for his face. Until another set of hands pulled me from the floor, and I clued in.
Todd hadn’t made that noise. It’d come from the furious cussing wall of man who was slinging me over his shoulder.
“Dash!” I screamed, ramming my fists into his leather clad back as he hollered at Todd.
“Do you have a death wish, motherfucker?”
“She didn’t say she had a boyfriend.” A pause, then, “I wouldn’t hold her like that too long. She’s had a lot to drink.”
Dash’s grip on my thighs only tightened, and I feared it’d bruise if he didn’t let me go.
My stomach sloshed, and my head swam. “Don’t tell me what to do, or I’ll rip out your idiot tongue and feed it to your ass.” Then we were bouncing downstairs as I continued to scream.
No one stopped him. No one even tried to help me. They all parted like the Red Sea, and it wasn’t until I was thrown into the back seat of his car and the doors shut that he said a word to me.
“It’s like you want me to wind up in prison.” The engine started as I slapped my hands around on the door, trying to open it. “Locked. You’re not getting out of this car until I let you out, so quit it.”
“Argh.” I flopped back onto the seat as he sped down the street. The world was upside down, streetlights and rooftops dancing by the windows. “What are you even doing?” I shouted the words.
“Taking your ass home.” His tone was more curt than usual, and I heard leather creak as though he was clenching the wheel too tight.
“I didn’t want to be rescued. I was having fun.” I forced myself to sit up, realizing that was a bad idea when everything took its time to take shape before my blurred eyes. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Yours, but apparently, it’s taking some time for you to get the memo.”
“Maybe because you fucked someone else.”
Another growl followed his hand slapping the wheel. “We weren’t together, and you’d flayed me right open too, Peggy. Do we need to go over how once again? Because even though just thinking about it kills me, I’ve got no place else to be.”
“He was my boyfriend.”
“He was never your boyfriend.”
I leaned forward, hissing at him. “He was too, yet I still wouldn’t have sex with him.”
“Enough.” Dash’s throat corded. “This isn’t a game anymore, Peggy. It never was.”
“It’s nothing anymore, Dash. Get over it already and leave me alone.”
He parked in front of my house. “If it’s nothing, then why are you so intent on getting drunk and making out with other guys?”
“Because I can, and because I hate you, and because I want to forget all about you.”
He undid his seat belt, turning to me with raised brows.
I groaned, launching myself at the door that still wouldn’t open. “Let me out.”
Dash sighed, then unlocked the doors, and I almost fell to the grass. He rounded the car, locking it and hoisting me into the air.
“Jesus.