Uncontrollable (12 page)

I try crying out as the handcuffs dig into my back
and smash my wrists. He all of a sudden removes his hand from my mouth, and I
suck in breath after breath.

He places his arm under my right leg as well and
lays his body on mine spreading my legs so wide that the top of my thighs now
lay on the comforter. His right hand covers my mouth once again, and he leans
down to kiss my neck. The kiss is soft and loving but he continues to fuck me
as if hates me.

I smile to myself. He knows exactly what I like.

I’m pouring my morning cup
of coffee when I look up to see Missy walk into the kitchen. “Good morning,
Sunshine,” I say cheerfully.

Her only response is a grunt before she plants her
ass down into a chair. She then moans before her head falls down onto the table.

“That bad, huh?” I ask reaching over to grab her a
coffee cup.

“I feel like I’ve been ran over,” she mumbles to
the table. “By a semi.”

I pour her a cup of coffee and place it in front of
her. “Here. This will help.”

She lifts her head, and I can’t help but laugh. Her
blond hair is wild, and her eyes are bloodshot. She’s not wearing her glasses,
and I’m pretty sure she can’t see since she keeps blinking. “You’re supposed to
feel this way after you turn twenty-one.”

She snorts. “That’s what Sam said last night as she
was holding my hair back while I puked my guts up.” She picks up the coffee and
slowly brings it to her lips. After taking a small sip she looks up at me.
“Speaking of Sam, where is she, and how did I end up in the spare bed last
night?”

“She is still asleep, and Tate put you in bed,” I
answer sitting down in front of her.

Her blue eyes go big. “He did?”

“You sound surprised to hear that.” I place my
coffee down on the table.

“Well, I didn’t expect that as an answer,” she
mumbles and then takes another sip of her coffee. “Where is everyone?” she asks
looking around.

“Tate is asleep on the couch in the media room.
Micah and Holly are in the other spare bedroom. Josh and Courtney went home
sometime this morning.”

“What about that other guy? What was his name?” She
tilts her head to the side in thought.

“Braxton? He left while you girls were in the
bathroom last night.”

“He seemed nice.” She takes another drink of her
coffee. “Sam said he works with you guys?”

“Yeah. My dad hired him after we got back from New
York. He is the brother of one of our best friends from high school.” I fill
her in.

She nods and turns her head when we hear someone
coming down the hallway. I smile when I see Angel walk in with that still
sleepy look on her face, dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of white
fabric shorts.

“Good morning,” she greets us.

“Good morning, Angel.” I stand from my chair and
motion for her to sit down in it. Once she does I place a kiss on her cheek
then go to make her a cup of coffee.

“How do you feel?” she asks Missy.

“Like I already need a nap,” she responds making
them both laugh.

“Do you remember everything from last night?” Angel
asks her.

Missy shakes her head. “Not everything. I do
remember taking a few shots.” Her face twist in confusion as she tries to
remember her night. “I also remember Josh pulling me into a game of beer pong.
I think I lost.”

“Big time,” I say. “I would stay away from that
game if I was you.”

She makes a sound that sounds like a grunt. “Yeah.
I’ll do that.”

Angel places her drink on the island and speaks.
“Did your parents know you were over here last night?”

“Yeah. I told my mother I was staying over at your
house for a girls’ night.” Missy then looks over at me. “I still live with my
parents.” She sighs.

“Sounds like you want to move out.”

She nods. “But I’m taking too many classes, it’s
like I have a full-time job.” Her shoulders fall. “And I can’t seem to find a
job that will work with my schedule.”

“There’s nothing wrong with living with them,”
Angel says.

“I know. I just hate that they always want to know
where I’m going or what I am up to.” She shrugs. “After this semester, I’m
going to look for my own place.”

We all hear a door open and turn to look at the
entrance of the kitchen when Tate walks in rubbing the back of his neck. I can
tell that he slept in his clothes. His black shirt and dark jeans are wrinkled.
He even still has his boots on.

“Sleep in all your clothes last night?” I ask with
a smile.

He nods in response.

“I slept in my makeup,” Angel offers. “I hate when
I do that.”

Missy laughs. “I did too. I guess we shouldn’t make
it a habit of falling asleep in a bathroom.”

“I would say you should not make a habit of
drinking that much,” he says with his back to us as he grabs a bottle of water
out of the fridge.

“There’s coffee,” I offer.

He turns to us as he shuts the fridge. “I hate
coffee,” he deadpans as he stares at Missy waiting for her to respond to his
comment.

She narrows her eyes at him. “It was my birthday
party. As far as Sam and Slade are concerned, I was supposed to get drunk and
pass out.”

“Well, next time I won’t be there to carry you to a
bed.”

 He meant it as a warning, but she looks down at
the table and blushes. “Thank you for doing that,” she responds quietly.

 He doesn’t say anything else to her. He just pulls
his keys out of his pocket and turns to me. “I’m gonna go home, shower, and
grab my bags. Do you want me to swing by and pick you guys up since you’re on
the way to the airport? It will be easier to take one car instead of several.”

I nod. “Sounds good, thanks.”

 Once he walks out, Missy stands. “I should go too.
I need to go home and get some sleep before I have to be at school for my
tests.” She gets up and walks around the island before she hugs Angel. “Thanks
for a great party, Sam. I will see you guys in Vegas tomorrow.”

“No need to thank me.” She pulls away and looks up
at me after Missy leaves. “We need to get ready as well.”

I nod. “Lead the way.”

Once everyone woke up and
got around, the day went by pretty fast. The only person who seemed to be tired
was Courtney. Go figure, she was the only one who didn’t drink.

Once we got settled into our rooms at the Venetian,
Angel and I took a very short nap. We knew this trip was going to be nothing
but partying, and I needed to catch up on some sleep.

Now I stand in the bedroom of our hotel suite as
she helps me get dressed for the evening.

She looks up at me as she finishes the last button
on my shirt.

I reach up and take her face in my hands. “Have fun
and be safe tonight,” I say, hating that fact that she’s going out without me,
especially in Vegas of all places.

“I’ll be fine,” she reassures me with a smile.

I frown. I hate it that she thinks she doesn’t need
me. “I’ll have my phone on me if you need to call me.” I run my hand through
her wet hair.

She pats my chest. “Go out with the boys and have
fun.” She spins me around and starts to push me toward our hotel door.

 I laugh. “Okay. Just know if you need anything I
have my phone…”

 “Yeah. Yeah. I get it, daddy. You want me to need
your help for something.”

 I come to a stop and spin around. “Daddy?” I
smile.

“That is what you’re acting like. My dad. I know
you have a phone, Slade,” she says rolling her eyes, “but just in case I forget
your number, do you want to write it on my hand?” She holds out her hand with a
smirk on her face.

 “You can be such a smart ass,” I say smiling.

 She places the hand on her hip. “You know you love
it.”

 “That I do.” I lean down and give her a sweet kiss
before I turn and walk away.

I press the button on the elevator and see Josh
inside of it when it opens. “Have you heard from Micah? I texted him before I
got into the shower and haven’t heard back from him.” If I know him, he is
probably still passed out.

 “He’s down at the bar with Parker.” Huh, guess he
is just ignoring me.

 Once the elevator opens I follow Josh over to the
hotel bar. The noise of the slot machines chime as we make our way through the
large casino.

As soon as I see Parker I can’t help but smile. He
looks just the same as he did when I saw him at Josh’s party last year. His
dark brown hair is buzzed short like Tate’s, and he looks like he’s been
spending more time in the gym. He was always the smaller one out of all of us.
He was tall but skinny—looks like he’s been working on that.

 “Slade,” he shouts with smile on his face as soon
as he sees us, releasing an arm around the blond bimbo attached to his side.
“Josh,” he says just as loud. “Now ladies.” He releases the redhead who is
around his other arm. “I want to introduce to you to a couple of my boys.”

Josh and I laugh as we walk up to him. We each give
him a bro hug before he turns his attention to each woman on either side of
him. “Ladies. These are my friends, Josh and Slade. Have at them.” He gestures
to the girls as he speaks to us.

 The blond bimbo gives me a big smile as she takes
a step toward me. I hold my hand up to stop her. “I’m engaged,” is all I have
to say to make Parker’s jaw hit the ground as the girl frowns.

Parker then laughs and throws his head back.
“You’re fucking kidding, right?” he asks.

 I shake my head with a proud smile. “It’s been a
long time, Parker.”

 He turns to look at Josh. “It’s been a year.
Please tell me he’s joking.”

 Josh shakes his head. “Nope. He’s one hundred
percent serious. He is engaged to my girl’s best friend.”

 Parker’s brown eyes bug out. “You have a woman
too?”

 He nods and smiles proudly. “Yep.”

Parker shakes his head and then wraps his arms
around the girls again. “Guess I have you both to myself tonight.”

I look away trying to find my brother. “Where’s
Micah?” I ask when I don’t see him.

“He ran to the restroom real quick,” Parker answers
as he stares down at the blonde’s tits.

 Just then Micah walks up to the bar. “You guys
ready? The limo should be outside waiting on us.”

 “Where’s everyone else?” I ask looking around. The
bar is packed but no one seems to be with our party. As I remember correctly,
he said he invited like forty people.

 “Most of them are meeting us there.” He pulls out
his phone when we hear it go off. He reads it then puts it away. “The car’s
here. Let’s go.”

The club is dark and the
music is so loud it has actually given me a headache. I’m hoping that the
alcohol will help take it away, or at least postpone it until tomorrow morning.
Most of the guys ended up going to other bars or gambling. The only one I was
ever close with is Parker, so I could care less where everyone else went.

“Hey guys,” Tate says as he comes walking up to our
table. He arrived at the club a little later than we did but as soon as I saw
him walk in he ran into a brunette that he didn’t seem to want to get away
from. Needless to say, he has been here for over thirty minutes but is just now
joining us.