“What’d you say?” His voice rises in agitation.
I can feel his hard-on grazing over my thigh and my entire body palpitates with fear. Warren tightens his hand over my mouth until he’s covering my nose, and I can’t breathe.
Shit.
The sound of my name being called softly from outside startles him, and he pauses from his moronic efforts.
I shake my head free from his grip.
“Ace!” My voice shrills through the room, and I hope to God someone, anyone other than Warren heard.
“You fucking little bitch.” His mouth slides over mine in a sloppy kiss, and I squirm until my torso falls off the bed. I yank my legs from underneath him and the rest of me sails to the floor.
“Shit.” He lands next to me as I crawl away on all fours. “Damn bitch.” He catches me by the waist as I let another cry rip from my lungs.
I knock the end table onto his back as I make a break for the window.
“Ace!” I scan the darkened patio below as I fumble with the screen.
Warren yanks me away, and I tear the screen right off the window as he slams me against the wall. I press my hands into his chest as he crushes against my body—his eyes alive with his demented lust.
“I thought you were waiting for me,” he grunts, pressing into me with all his strength. “You said you weren’tready.” He hoists up my thighs around his waist, and my head slams against the wall. I can feel his hard-on graze against the most intimate part of me, and I let out a cry as a wave of nausea cycles through me. “Well I’m ready for you, bitch.” He crashes his mouth to mine, and I turn my face.
“Don’t do this.” It rips from me, broken and childlike. “You’re drunk. You’re not this person, Warren.”
He tries plunging himself into me and spears up my stomach instead.
The door bursts open.
“Reese?” Ace bolts over.
He plucks Warren off me, and I crash to the floor.
“Thank God.” I stumble to my feet.
Warren and Ace wrestle and throw punches in the dark, kicking and grunting until Warren slams Ace into the wall. Ace flips him over, and they both sail right out the window.
Crap.
Ace
We plummet through the air, and the look of horror on Warren’s face lets me know this is going to hurt. And, being the nice guy I am, it looks as if I’m about to break his fall.
My back slams into something soft and smooth, and I glide down a three-foot awning and onto an opened umbrella that carefully rolls me to the deck.
“Shit.” I marvel as I land on my feet.
Warren slams face first into the railing next to me and flips backward onto the concrete driveway below. I glance over the rail to see him lying with his arms and legs in the running man position like some cartoon line art of a dead man.
“Fuck,” I hiss as a crowd begins to gather. I hop over the railing and lower myself down to the concrete next to him.
“Ace!” Reese runs out of the house with her father and stepmother in tow, the two of them cinching their matching robes.
“Reese.” I catch her in my arms and squeeze tight. “Did he hurt you?” My lips land over her ear.
“No.” She swallows hard looking over at the crowd in the driveway.
Warren sits up with a blanket pulled tight around his body as Reese’s stepmother tends to the scrapes on his face.
