Chapter Twenty-One:

I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t want to wake Brian, so I just came up to my room to try and get some shut-eye after I got back from the ice cream outing with Doug. I set an alarm on my phone to go off every hour to make sure I was able to wake up, without making anyone else have to wake up with me. So far, I haven’t been able to sleep.

If there’s one thing that my mother hates more than anything, it’s being told what to do. We’re alike in that way. She doesn’t take orders and if she does, it’s never for long. Because she wants to keep Doug happy and she likes his money, she might for a little while. But, honestly, I have no idea how long it’ll last for. My bet is that it won’t be too long.

I’m sure that she’ll find some way to bring Derek back to California; it’s just a matter of time. The same goes for my father. She always makes good on her threats and that scares me.
When I’m eighteen, maybe things’ll be different. She won’t be able to control me anymore. Maybe I could move back to New York. Maybe I could just stay here, with the Baker’s. Who knows? I don’t. Right now, I’m just hoping for the best. That’s really all I can do, while I’m waiting for the ball to drop.

I glanced at the clock next to my bed. It’s almost seven in the morning. I groaned into my pillow. I’m never going to get any sleep. I pulled out my phone. I may as well text Ollie before I forget again.

Hey Ollie, I’m alive. I’m okay. I have a concussion, but it’s nothing major. Don’t worry so much! My mother is the devil – but what’s new? Right? Hope classes aren’t kicking your ass too hard. I’ll call you later.

Much love,
Lyds

I sent him a quick text and pulled out my mountain of homework. I may as well put my extra time to good use.

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A knock on my bedroom door startled me. Brian came into my room with a serious case of bed-head. I giggled. He smirked and plopped down on my bed, next to me. I closed my calculus book and put it on the floor with the rest of my finished assignments. Three very long hours later and my homework was finished.

“Morning Ace,” he smiled and gave me a sweet kiss. “Did you sleep at all?” He asked me, eying the pile of schoolwork on the floor. I shook my head.

“I slept a little before two, but my mother called and woke me up. I wasn’t able to sleep after that, so I figured I would be productive.” I told him.

“You need to sleep.” He pressed.

“I know that. Tell that to my body. Apparently, sleep was not in the books for last night.” I argued. He frowned.

“I could give you a massage.” He offered. “It would relax your body.” He grinned. Something about the way he said it, made naughty images of us rolling around in my sheets flood my mind. I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant to do.

“As tempting as that sounds…” I said. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“And why is that?” He asked.

“Massaging leads to other things,” I reminded him. He made a face.

“Since when are you against making out?” He asked me.

“Never, but that’s not all it leads to.”

“Trust me, Ace. That’s all this would turn into. I know your boundaries. I won’t push them.” He promised. I looked over his sinfully alluring body and bit my lip, giving in.

“Okay, I guess a short one couldn’t hurt.” I sighed.

“I knew you’d come around. Alright, strip.” He commanded. I gaped at him, shocked. “I can’t rub your shoulders when you’re wearing a shirt. Just down to your bra and underwear.” He clarified. I sighed and got off of my bed. I pulled off my sweater and tank top, followed by Zacky’s sweat pants. I looked at my feet as I felt his eyes roam over my still bruised body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispered. I blushed as I laid down on my stomach, next to him. He straddled my thighs and began rubbing my back.

“Your hands are fucking magical.” I moaned as I felt his hands work the tension out of my back. It didn’t take long for my skin to become hypersensitive. Every moment was starting to feel erotic. He finished kneading my shoulders and his hands brushed my sides. He thumb grazed the side of my boob and I almost lost it. I turned onto my back, so he was straddling my middle. I pulled him down by the neck and fastened my mouth to his. He smirked against me and kissed me back.

He switched our positions, so I was on top and he wasn’t crushing me. I tangled myself up with him and kissed him with a new-found need for intimacy. I need to feel something. I need to feel him. He didn’t pull back or treat me like I was some fragile thing that would break. He met my advances and gave me what I craved.

We maneuvered so we were sitting up and I was straddling Brian’s lap. I worked my hands underneath his shirt and worked it off. He started kissing my neck and I dug my nails into his back. I ground my pelvis against his as he bit my shoulder, lightly. I groaned and fused our mouths back together. I can feel him growing harder against me. He rocked against me and gasped at the friction.

Someone cleared their throat and we froze. I peered over Brian’s shoulder and saw a surprised looking Zacky and Doug standing in the doorway. I scrambled off of Brian and covered myself with a blanket.

“We, uh, came to see if you wanted breakfast?” Zacky broke the silence.

“Yeah man, that sounds good.” Brian told him, turning around to face them.

“If you two are going to… uh, do that, I hope you’re being safe.” Doug advised. We both nodded, quickly.

“We weren’t… we weren’t going that far.” I squeaked. Zack looked amused. Doug just looks embarrassed. I don’t even want to know how red I am right now.

“Dad we should let them get dressed.” Zacky told his father, leading him away from the door.

“Right, of course. We’ll see you downstairs in a bit, yeah?” Doug asked, walking away.

“Yeah, we’ll be down soon.” Brian answered. He got up and shut and locked the door behind them. I hid my face underneath a pillow.

“Please tell that didn’t just happen.” I moaned. Brian laughed.

“I can’t lie to you, Ace.”

“Just this once?” I asked.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” He tried.

“You would say that. You’re a guy.” I whined.

“The longer we’re up here, the worse the aftermath is going to be.” He told me. I made a face, but got out of bed. We got dressed with record timing and sped downstairs. Thank God, we weren’t having sex. I just hope the rest of today isn’t as awkward.

Notes

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