“I don’t like you,” I mumble, as I dose off back to sleep.
*****
I wake up with a hand on my ass, squeezing one of the globes. I lean into Reid’s touch, moaning when his hands move to cup both of my br**sts. Reid’s satisfied chuckle pulls me out of the moment, making me remember exactly what’s going on right now. I pull away and sit up, gasping when I take in his face.
“What happened?” I ask taking in his cut lip, and bruised eye.
“Got into a fight,” he says, shrugging his shoulder. When he grimaces at the movement, I know he's probably been hit in the ribs.
“With who?” I demand.
“Don’t worry about it, Summer,” he says softly, taking my arm and trying to pull me closer.
“So what, you think you can ignore me for as long as you want, and then just come over and hop into my bed?” I snap, getting out of the bed and looking around for some pants. I’m dressed in just an oversized top and panties.
Not even sexy panties at that.
“Beauty.” He sighs, running his hands through his messy hair. I see my pink track pants thrown over my chest of drawers and grab them, shoving them on angrily.
“I don’t get you, Reid, either you want me or you don’t. And if you don’t, that’s fine. Just let me go so I can find someone who does!” I yell, my anger over the last few days erupting.
“Does this look like I don’t want you?” he says dryly, moving the sheet aside so I can see his straining erection.
Holy shit, he is huge.
I open my mouth. And then close it. And then open it again.
“Don’t try to distract me with that thing!” I yell, pointing at it accusingly.
“Summer, you don’t understand…”
“You’re right, I don’t. If you think your morning wood is supposed to be a compliment, you’re mistaken,” I growl.
Reid's lips tighten, and for a moment I think he wants to laugh at me.
I am so in over my head with him.
He makes me stupid.
He makes me forget myself.
He makes me want him more than my own sanity.
“Where were you last night?” I ask, enunciating each word. He rubs his face, not even wincing when he touches his injuries.
When he doesn’t reply, I walk out of the room and head for a shower. When I return to the room thirty minutes later, Reid isn’t there.
Chapter Seven
“Dinner’s ready!” I call out to the guys, who are playing video games and drinking beer.
“Smells good, sis,” Xander says as he walks up, kissing me on the top of my head.
“Of course it does,” I brag, placing all the plates on the dining table. Dash and Ryan walk over, taking a seat, serving their plates and digging in. I look at the spare seat that would be occupied by Reid if he was here. It had been two days since I saw him last.
“Seriously, this is the best steak I've ever had,” Ryan says as he takes a huge bite. I take a bite of mashed potatoes and wonder where the hell Reid is.
“I’m moving in,” Dash says, his mouth full.
“Where's Reid?” I blurt out, not being able to hold it in any longer.
The table goes silent.
Ryan keeps his gaze trained on his food when he says, “He’s at home.”
“Why didn’t he come over for dinner?” I ask, noticing Xander frowning from the corner of my eye.
“He has company,” Ryan says reluctantly, finally lifting his head to look at me.
“I see,” I mumble, now looking down at my own plate. That’s Ryan’s nice way of saying Reid is at home, screwing another woman.
Fuck. This.
Xander gets up and heads into the kitchen, walking back and putting a drink on the table next to my plate.
“Thanks,” I tell him as I open the cap and skull it. It’s one of those girly vodka mixed drinks that Ryan bought for me since he knows I don’t care much for beer.
“Dad says he wants you to go over to his house tomorrow for dinner,” Xander announces to the table.
“Why didn’t he tell me himself?” I ask.
“He said you wouldn’t answer your phone,” he says, eyeing me knowingly.
Oh yeah.
“I’m not sitting there with him and that bitch,” I say bitterly, finishing my last bite.
“What?” my brother asks, sitting up straight in his chair.
“She came up to me and said some shit. I can’t stand her, and frankly I’m not too fond of Jack either,” I say, looking down.
“Summer…”
“Can we go out?” I ask, standing up and clearing mine and Ryan’s plates. I don’t wait for an answer because I’m going out with or without them. I walk into my room, closing the door behind me with a push of my foot. Knowing exactly what I'm going to wear, I strip off my top and unbutton my jeans. I’m about to push the jeans off when Ryan walks in without knocking. I squeal a little, covering my bra clad br**sts with my hands. Instead of being embarrassed, Ryan grins and closes the door behind him.
“You have a smoking body, Summer,” he says, approval dripping from his tone.
“I’m glad you approve,” I say dryly, opening my wardrobe and pulling out my little black dress. Or should I say the little black dress.
There is little this dress can’t do.
“Are you alright?” he asks, taking a seat on my bed.
“Are you just gonna sit there and watch me undress?” I ask as I let my hands drop from my br**sts so he has a plain view of my bra.