She giggled like the drunk she was. “No. We’re fucked.”
I swallowed against nausea churning its way upward. “I think I’ve reached my puke limit.” Rubbing my throat, I propped myself against the wall, trying to stay upright. “Fuck, I’ve no idea if I’d feel better if I pee or throw up,” I groaned, glancing over at the men’s bathroom. “There’s no line, I’m going in there.”
Tia blinked at me trying to focus, her cheeks just as flushed as mine felt. I knew she’d reached her limit too. “Go. I’m going to text the girls to meet us out front if I can fucking stay upright for just a minute.” She grabbed her phone out of her purse and held it close to her face, squinting at the numbers. “Just don’t fuck Trent now if you see him in the loo, I’m not going to wait for you,” she called out as I stumbled across the passage.
I flipped her the bird before I tripped into the men’s bathroom door. Thankfully, it was empty. I eased into one of the stalls, squeezed my thighs to hold it in while covering the seat in toilet paper before I sat. “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned as alcohol-instigated pee drained from my body. Resting one elbow on my knee I cupped my brow, trying not to fall off the seat. “How the fuck did I end up this drunk,” I muttered under my breath then burst out laughing.
Two men, both sexy as fuck, had no idea they were to blame for starting my drinking binge. While I’d never contemplated sex with Zayne, his actions before I left home, had me thinking about him. As for Trent, since the girls’ crude remarks about sex with him, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head either and opted to drown it under so much alcohol, I couldn’t think straight. Yet, once again, just their names and sex in the same sentence twisted my stomach into knots. My heart fluttered and my nipples hardened. Carelessly, thoughts of what the girls mentioned about Trent’s probable dominance and eroticism sprinted through my mind. Would he fuck hard or be gentle and sensual? He looked like a man who loved to experiment. I wondered if he’d be willing to give me a try. Oh, God, I didn’t just think that.
“Jesus, get a grip, woman. Now isn’t the time.” With the immediate buzz of arousal between my thighs, it was the reason why Tia might be right. I needed to get laid. Chuckling, I finished off and swayed out of the stall.
I’d just washed my hands when the stall next to the one I’d used, opened and a young guy stepped out. He ran an appreciative glance over my body, and I was instantly wary. He wasn’t bad-looking but something about his cynical expression had my heart pulsing. Not in a good way. Then I noticed his clothes. I blinked a couple of times, so damn close to pass-out stage it stirred the anxiety already rippling through me. I felt the hairs on my nape stand up, warning me something was not right. Was he the same guy that had watched me, sent over the drink?
I could practically hear his disgusting thoughts, sending chills over my body. I crossed my arms over my chest as the feeling of unease surrounded me, and uncomfortable that the rest of my body laid bare to his appalling leer.
“Must say I love the way you use the bathroom. If you moan like that in there, I can’t help wondering what sounds you’d make when being fucked,” he drawled.
And that right there was my cue to get out. I turned and wobbled with the abrupt sharpness of the movement. Barely managing to avoid toppling over, I grabbed the edge of the basin to steady myself.
“Aww c’mon, sweetheart, where are you going.” He grabbed my wrist and jerked me back against his body, keeping my hands pinned behind me while sliding his other around my waist. “Fuck, you smell good.” He ran his nose along my cheek. I cringed, gulping down the nausea.
“Let me go.” I tried to push away from him, but he was a big guy and his strong relentless fingers bit deep into my wrist and hip. Adrenaline-induced panic tightened my stomach muscles, squeezing hard until I gasped for air. I tried to force calm into my mind, remembering the techniques Zayne had taught me. Slackening the tension in my body, I waited for the guy to respond. The second his hold loosened slightly, I headed-butted his chin with the back of my head. Wincing with the impact, I grabbed his balls in a grueling twist at the same time I stomped the heel of my shoe with as much strength as I could, into his foot.
“Fuck!” He jerked away, releasing his hold.
Without glancing back, I shot out of the bathroom as fast as my shaky legs could carry me. My cry punched the air as my shoulder smacked into the foyer wall in my rush to escape. My shoulder throbbed and I knew that tomorrow I would be sore and bruised. I didn’t care and hurried out the main door. Breathing hard, I searched the passage for my friend. “Shit. Where did you go, Tia?” Trying to remember the way back to the girls, I headed in that direction, bumping into gyrating bodies as I stumbled along. “Damn you, Tia,” I cursed when I hit another hard body. “Sorry,” I mumbled without looking up. Not like they’d hear me over the loud thrum of music. “Fuck.” I stopped, realizing I’d reached the other side of the bar and nowhere near to the girls. Squinting through the darkness, I scanned the floor which was futile and I changed direction trying to head back the way I’d come when someone gripped my wrist.
Dread staggered the oxygen to my lungs, stilling my heart when I glanced up into the face of the same guy. Before I could respond, he dragged me through the throng of people toward the rear door. “Let me go.” I yanked my arm, but his grip tightened, hurting me. I didn’t care about the pain, my inebriated head not in sync with my panic-stricken body. “Help!” I squeaked, my heaving lungs rejecting my brain’s instruction to scream.
No one noticed or heard over the loud booming music. Drunk and laughing, they didn’t bother. Maybe this sort of thing happened all the time. Powerless to do anything but attempt tugging on his hold, my limbs froze, refusing to subject my body to further peril. With an abrupt move I didn’t anticipate, he turned and jerked me to him. Sliding his hand around my waist, he squeezed hard until I yelped. Fisting my palms, I hit his chest, using all my strength to squirm against his embrace. He merely laughed, pinned my arms to my sides, and pressed me tighter to his arousal. I gasped, panting for air. Desperation filling my body, I struggled with all my might but there was no way I could dislodge the grip of a man who had a good ninety-odd pounds on me.
“My drink deserves a kiss at least, don’t you think?” The disgusting stench of beer mixed with something else slammed my senses. I gagged. “C’mon, sexy, moan for me like you did back in the bathroom.” He rolled his hips, pushing his hard-on into my stomach. “You’re a feisty bitch, aren’t you? But you’re going to pay for hurting my nose with that head butt.” He squeezed my ass and leaned forward to kiss me.
“Get the fuck off me,” I hissed, twisting my head away.
He gripped my hair and yanked my head back, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Stop being a whiny bitch. You know you want this,” he sneered, flecks of spit hitting my face. “We can do this here or back at my place. I’m going to fuck you so—”
I had a moment’s notice of someone behind me before the man’s soulless irises distended in shock, and a fist came flying over my shoulder, connecting with his nose, driving his head into the wall with a loud crack and releasing his hold on me.
“Zayne!” I whipped around my lips wide in a thankful smile which died the second my gaze met eyes the color of indigo rage. “Trent,” I whispered, my voice surprisingly calm. The stare directed at my attacker wasn’t the look of the cocky man I met but of a fury-induced promise to kill. Not sure if my inebriated brain was dazed, relieved, or freaking turned on—okay, the latter shocked me given I was just assaulted, I felt like one of those damsels in distress where a superhero appeared out of the blue to rescue her. Okay then. I was seriously drunk. Swallowing to purge the ‘fuck me now’ thoughts, I staggered away, using the wall for support as Trent reached for the guy.
