Beneath Our Faults (11 page)

I
LOVED
when I had these dreams. I realized they were bad for me but I always wanted more. I moved my leg against the warm skin tangled against my own. Every nerve in my body came alive feeling his body rub roughly against mine. Sliding against the sheets, I snuggled closer into his touch, sensing the hot hand run up my leg slowly, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its path.

The strong hand stopped at my thigh, rubbing it lightly and hitching it over his waist. I felt the weight of my head fall back against the bed and my breathing grow heavier. I slid my trembling hands up his hard chest, tracing the hard indentations of his six-pack. He moaned loudly, creeping his hands down and cupping my ass to pull me onto him harder. Sighing in pleasure, I stroked my hands over his bare body; his built chest, his six pack again and down his thigh before briefly sliding my hands between his legs over the thin material covering him.

Another deep groan escaped his chest and I leaned back, allowing his lower body to push into me more forcefully to give me the full feel of the arousal I was giving him between his legs. My legs opened up slightly, spreading wider with an instant need to feel more of him against the hot spot between my legs that were already tingling with sensation but wanting more. My skin trembled with anticipation of his large hands moving up from my waist, rising up my shirt.

The dream felt so real. I missed the feeling of someone else's skin rubbing against mine and hands discovering every inch of my body. My senses kicked into overdrive and we continued our pleasuring game of who could press into one another the hardest. The throbbing between my legs started grow antsy and I knew I was close, so close to feeling something I haven't had in months; something I had been craving from Tanner more than anything and I was going to get it from a dream. My mouth released one more moan quickly, waiting for the final pleasure moment until I felt a wet, sloppy tongue lick the side of my face.
What the hell?

My eyelids flew open at the same time another lick came my way, this time across my nose. I glanced up to see the small face of a tiny dog above me panting. I froze, worried that I had just been dreaming in bed with a dog or was I still dreaming because last time I had checked, I didn't have a dog.

A chuckle beside me snapped me back into reality, assuring me I was not in a dream. I was not in my own bed and I had no clue who the dog beside me belonged to. More importantly, though, I needed to find out who was laughing beside me but at the same time, I was terrified to know.

I inhaled a deep breath slowly, lifting up my head and gasping. My non-dream guy was NOT Tanner. Instead, my slut bag neighbor was lying in bed beside me with his head perched on his arm sporting a huge grin across his smug face. Shit! Crap! I glared into his jaded, green eyes that were staring straight back awaiting my reaction.

My body sprang out of his bed like I was on fire. "What. The. Fuck. Keegan!" I screeched out each word, running my hands through my hair that was weirdly sticky. Ew. How did that happen? No more vodka for this girl.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," he greeted, looking up from the bed with a twinkle in his eye. "Do all girls really freak the fuck out like this in the morning? Thank god I never let them spend the night." He raised his body up, leaning his head against the padded headboard behind him. My gaze drew down his body to the blanket that was only covering up his lower half, giving me a full view of the six-pack I had just been molesting with my hands earlier. Damn, the boy was ripped. Like unreal ripped.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the awful thoughts that were trailing through my mind. No, stupid horny girl. You cannot jump into his bed and straddle your neighbor. I hated when my loneliness called out to me.

That, or I was still drunk.

Or maybe both.

Guilt swept its way over those feelings of the reality I was just in bed with someone who wasn't Tanner. My heart started to race, making me grow panicky. "What am I doing here?" I hissed out at him and cringed when my brain suddenly rattled against my skull. My hands moved up to my temples, trying to rub some of the pain away. I felt like I was hit with a frying pan.

"You don't remember?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking you."

The tiny dog that had been bathing my face got up and curled into a ball by Keegan's side. My question went unanswered while he gave the dog a few pets down his back. I racked my brain in an attempt to remember everything that happened last night at the party. Power Puff costumes, check. Witnessing Piper go all bitchy on Cora, check. Drinking too much vodka and ignoring Gabby's protests against it, dumbass double check. Everything after that was a blur as to how I found myself there, in Keegan's bed.

I raised my hand up, forgetting about my headache, smacking against my forehead causing me to wince out in pain. Idiot.

His head twisted back and forth, stretching. "You drank too much and came here because you didn't want to get in trouble, then we went to bed. That's about it."

"We didn't uhhhhhh." My voice trailed off waiting for him to finish my sentence and answer me. My eyes roamed around his bedroom looking everywhere but at him. His room had to be the master bedroom because it was gigantic. The walls were painted a light gray similar to mine. A few posters and pictures hung along the walls, but there was nothing personal. No pictures, sports memorabilia or anything like what used to be in Tanner's room. The room was pretty tidy for a guy's room except for the tiny pile of clothes lying on the floor. Other than that, it was pretty much spotless. I looked back and forth to each wall three times, still waiting on his answer and getting nothing. There was no way in hell my mouth was going to form those words out loud for him.

"No Daisy," he rasped, blowing out a breath, "we didn't fuck last night so you can settle your fine ass down." Well, I wasn't thinking those exact words but it didn't surprise me he would call it "fucking." That's all he did with girls. Relief washed through me at his confirmation. Now, I just needed to get the hell out of there.

I raced around the side of the bed, stepping over the pile of clothes on the floor, and rushed towards the door. Keegan jumped out of bed at the same time, beating me to my destination. The small rat below us started to jump around on his hind legs, loudly barking and causing the pounding in my head to throb faster. Keegan's bare-chested body formed a barrier between the door and me. Crossing his arms over his chest, his lips formed a smirk and my eyes traced down his body fully taking in his clothes, or lack thereof. The only thing covering his body was a tiny pair of boxer briefs that hung low on his hips, showing off the deep V that disappeared below them.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked. The tiny dog continued to yap, jumping around in tiny circles in an attempt to make my head explode. Keegan's fingers snapped loudly, getting the dog's attention. "No bark," he commanded, pointing his finger down at the suddenly silent, obedient dog.

"Uh home," I spat out like duh. I attempted to maneuver around his body to get through the door, but he stopped me by putting an arm on each side of the doorframe. I stepped back, watching his chest in front of me move with laughter. Asshole.

"What is so funny?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes. My hand was itching to smack the smile off his face.

"You see," he started to explain, leaning back on the heels of his feet, "it would be very interesting to see you walk through your front door and explain why you're wearing that." I followed his gaze skimming down my body. Oh hell, the asshole had a point. A t-shirt two sizes too big was covering my upper half while an oversized pair of Nike shorts with the drawstring pulled tight was wrapped around my waist. Neither item belonging to me, but I had a hunch of who the owner was.

"Now I can't be positive," his index finger went to the edge of his mouth in a sarcastic gesture, "but I think that might be a dead giveaway you didn't stay at Cora's last night. Unless Cora has turned into a guy and in that case, I’d better let my cousin know." Shit. If my parents found out I was out partying all night, they would most likely force me to come home.

"Where is my bag?" I asked, realizing this was an easy fix. He opened his mouth to say something, but I put my hand up. “Hold on, how the hell did I get out of my clothes and into yours?"

"How do you know they're mine?"

"Don't be an idiot," I snarled, annoyed. "Answer my question". My hand went to my hip and I kicked my leg out to the side.

"Whoa, calm down there. You're going to scare Theo." Theo jumped at the sound of his name and nuzzled his head against Keegan's foot. "I had to change your clothes because you were so wasted off your ass you could barely stand, let alone take your clothes off. I didn't think you would want to sleep in puke and beer covered clothes, so I changed them. Plus, there was no way in hell I was letting you in my bed covered in that dirty shit." Sweet baby Jesus, he saw me puke and naked.

The excruciating pain in my head magnified and insecurity sunk into my thoughts of him seeing my bare body. Warmth filled my cheeks, wondering what he thought about what he saw and how I compared to all the other girls he's seen.

"Don't worry," he said, holding up his fingers in some sort of oath. "I didn't look at anything. Scouts honor.”

I snorted. "You are far from a boy scout."

"True," he snickered, "but I did eat the brownies." Oh my god! He didn't even try to control the obnoxious grin..

"I was a brownie, you jackass." My foot stomped. "Seriously Keegan, where is my bag?"

"I'm not really sure. I didn't have the chance to get it last night." Meaning it was most likely still over at Cora's house. I needed to talk to her or Gabby ASAP to figure out what all went down at the party because there was no way I was going to embarrass myself asking him questions I didn't necessarily want the answers to.

"Did you happen to grab my phone from Cora's car?"

"No, sorry," he answered, leaving the doorway and walking over to the dresser. He grabbed his phone, putting it to his ear. "Yo, we need Daisy's shit and phone. Ask Cora if she knows where it's at." Tapping the screen, he ended the call and walked back to the bed, throwing it down on his nightstand. "I just left Lane a message but they are probably still passed out," he looked over at me. "Which is exactly what we should be doing since it's eight in the fucking morning and we were up all night. We'll get your stuff when he calls back but for now get your ass back in bed." He crawled back under the covers, covering the bottom half of his body.

He must have still been drunk from last night if he thought I was getting back into that bed with him after what had just happened. I was terrified my body would betray me again and I would rape him in my sleep or something. Lack of affection is bad for a girl.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said, noticing my immobile body. "You were rubbing that hot little body all over me. I'm a guy, of course I am going to react."

I stood there staring at the floor, pondering the few options I had. Going home and having to explain why I didn't have my phone or bag was out of the question. I massaged my fingers through my hair at the feeling of my brain expanding through my skull and let out a deep yawn.

"Do you have a guestroom or anything?" Problem solved. I could get a few more hours of sleep in a half naked Keegan-less bed while we waited for Cora to call us back.

"Seriously?" He asked incredibly, propping his elbow down on his pillow to hold his head. "Get in the damn bed. I'm tired and Theo will lay between the two of us to make sure there are no wondering hands." Theo barked once in affirmation, peering up at me and jumping back on the bed. His head fell down on the pillow next to Keegan. "It's early and neither one of us have gotten any sleep."

Sighing, I walked back around the bed hesitantly, watching Keegan smile in his victory. Creeping in under the sheets, I wrapped the warm blanket around my body before drifting back into a deep sleep.

“K
EEGAN,”
I whispered, shaking him in order to get his attention but he continued to snore. I was going to murder whoever kept calling. I studied him sleeping, his arm was covering his eyes and giving me a full view of his bare chest. The words, ‘still I rise,’ were scrawled across his chest.

The phone rang again, causing me to shake him once more, but still getting nothing. “Keegan!” I finally screamed, losing every ounce of patience. He jumped up at the sound of his name.