Wren
I feellike a lamb being led to slaughter. Only I’m dumber than the lamb because at least the animal doesn’t know it’s being led to its death. I know Briggs intends to fuck me, and yet my legs are moving all the same.
Everything hurts today, and I just don’t have the energy to fight him. My arms are in pain from pulling this heavy-ass suitcase around, my shoulder aches from where the strap of the tote is digging into my skin, and don’t even get my started on my fucking uterus.
I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive sex with Briggs today.
We get to my room, and Briggs uses his own personal key to open the door. He pushes inside, and I follow him like a little puppy, dragging my suitcase behind me. Briggs throws my pillow on the twin-size bed before flopping down onto it to get comfortable.
I close the door behind me, shoving my luggage against the wall. “What now?”
“Do you have lotion in that magic suitcase of yours?”
“Yeah,” I answer before I can think anything of it.
“Fetch it for me, bird.”
I suppress an eye roll before getting on my knees next to the suitcase. I unzip it and find my toiletries, where I have my body lotion.
When I stand back up, Briggs is taking his shirt off. He discards the fabric onto the floor and turns around to lie on his stomach. I stare at him dumbfounded, wondering what the hell he’s expecting me to do now.
“I want you to give me a massage while we wait for my food to get here.” When I don’t move right away, he continues in a firm voice, “Now, bird!”
I guess he’s being serious.
Sliding my flip-flops off, I sit on the bed beside him.
“Just sit on top of me,” he orders, and I climb onto the bed to sit on his firm ass.
Opening the cap of the lotion, I pour a generous amount onto my palm before setting the bottle down next to me. I rub my hands together and lay them down on Briggs’s upper back. Slowly, I begin to massage the lotion into his muscular back and shoulders, digging my thumbs into his stiff flesh.
He groans in appreciation and all I can think about is how I’m the one who should be getting the massage right now. Just at the thought, my stomach cramps up, and I can’t help whimper a bit.
“Don’t worry, it will stop hurting soon…”
It takes me a moment to wrap my mind around what Briggs just said.
I continue massaging him while I ask, “What do you mean by that?”
“Your cramps, they will be gone soon.”
I freeze, my whole body going rigid. “Why would my cramps be gone?”
Briggs chuckles, and my blood runs cold. “What did you give me? What was in that brownie?” I demand to know.
“Calm down, little bird. There was just some weed in there, to relax you a bit. Now stop being such a killjoy and continue to massage me. Unless you want to put your hands to other use?”
If I have to choose between sex and this, I’d rather give the damn massage. I place my hands on his skin once more, sliding them up and down his spine and along the sides.
I try to stay calm and not think about what I just learned. I’ve never done weed, and I wasn’t planning on it either, but I also know it’s just a plant. I know you can’t overdose on it, so that’s a relief. Hopefully, this won’t be so bad.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s Briggs. He will make any experience of mine bad. He probably has something terrible planned. Something deviant and dark.
And what am I doing to get away? Nothing. Because I’m a fucking coward. I can tell myself all I want, that I’m doing this for my future. I have to stay at Wicked Falls and finish my degree or I will have nothing. But the truth is, I’m just scared I won’t make it on my own. Or even worse, that I’ll end up like my mom, always depending on men to fix her life.
“Are you going to sleep?” Briggs’s voice drags me from my thoughts, and I realize my hands have slowed down and now barely move.
“Sorry,” I mumble, noticing how my body is feeling slightly heavier, a warmth I never felt before gathers in my chest. It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling I enjoy very much. Especially when I realize the cramping in my stomach is easing up.
