Page 91 of Ramshackle
Our kiss is like a volcanic eruption. Sudden and hot, the lava filling my chest to the brim with its blistering heat and clouding my lungs with ash. Her kiss is the life support I need as it spreads through my limbs and saturates me with uncontrollable desire. My dick is harder than steel against my leg.
Raegan’s hand moves down my chest like it’s being drawn by some invisible force until it cups my hard length and squeezes.
The jolt of pleasure that rips through me makes me groan. Fresh oxygen fills my lungs, and sanity slips a harsh reminder into my mind.
She’s still wasted.
Fuck.
I step back, but I can’t put the distance between us that I really need because she pitches forward when I’m no longer there tohold her up. I catch her in my arms, cursing at my fucking luck and then chalking this up to karma.
“Aiden?” she whispers huskily. Her voice is thick and sensual, which makes me even crazier.
It’s a lie. She hates you.
If she wanted me like this, she would kiss me when she’s sober.
If I do anything now, I’m taking advantage of her.
The image of Gordon comes to mind, and all lust-filled thoughts come to a crashing halt. Rage replaces desire. Fury for lust.
I’m going to find him, and I’m going to make that man wish for death.
I lift Raegan in my arms, cradling her against my chest. It would take far too long to return her to her room if I let her try to walk. I need her as far away from me as possible, as soon as possible.
I make too many mistakes when I’m with her.
I don’t know if it’s the motion of walking or that I’ve stopped responding, but she curls into my chest and closes her eyes for the walk back. She mumbles a few things to me, but I’ve got one hand on the wheel again and keep myself from saying anything back. I’ve already said too much. But I take comfort in knowing she won’t remember any of it when she wakes up.
Dane and Kellan are both passed out in her room. Dane is on the mattress, and Kellan in her bed. Did she wake up still drunk to find me? And what happened to make her think to come to me?
This is the first time she hasn’t been angry and yelling at me while drunk.
I get her in bed, tucking the sheets around her and resisting the urge to stab Kellan for being in there, too. I might’ve if it were a few weeks ago. But now, if she hasn’t kicked him out,then I have to assume she wants him there. So, unfortunately, he stays hole-free.
I stroke her blonde tendrils from her face, watching her peaceful expression and finding it difficult to walk away. Time disappears when I’m with her like this. When I can watch her without restraint, without worry that she’ll notice how long and often my gaze tracks to her. Like I’m irrevocably drawn to her.
“Aiden?” a voice whispers at the partially open door I left behind me.
It’s Cibrina, still dressed like she hasn’t gone to sleep yet either. Probably sought me out here when she found my office empty. Which begs the question, how long have I been standing here?
“What’s wrong?” I gather the strength needed to pull myself away from her and walk to the door.
“He’s arrived.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Raegan
“Wake up, beautiful.”
A pounding headache and a pinch of nausea remind me that I drank too much last night.
I reach for the nearest blanket to yank over my head.
What happened last night? I can usually hold my liquor, at least in terms of avoiding getting sick or being too far gone, but when I try to recall specifics after our drinking game…nothing.
Kellan had challenged me and Dane to a drinking game he’d picked up on the streets, and like idiots, we accepted.
