by Becca Ann
“Despite what you think you two have a lot in common.”
With a roll of his eyes he downs the rest of his tea.
“You know how you said I can trust you?” I ask. He places the cup back down on the bar and nods. “I do…and you can trust me too.”
***
Ryan lifts my suitcase and places it in the trunk. “Okay now that your suitcase is in how are we supposed to get my stuff next to it?”
“And mine.” Brett comes down the porch steps and drops a duffel bag at Ryan’s feet.
Hands clench at Ryan’s side, and I step in front of him. “We’ll make it fit.” It’s not like we have Kaylee and Nate’s stuff too. They’re driving up in Nate’s two-door Escort.
I slide my fingers through Ryan’s, and I can feel the tension leave. He tickles my sides. “Well maybe if you didn’t bring your entire closet with you.”
I hop up and kiss him on the cheek. “Not my closet just my nail polish collection.”
“That’s a lie. The suitcase isn’t big enough.”
Brett holds his green Nano up. “Any last minute requests for songs. I filled my iPod last night. I wasn’t sure what you guys liked so I tried for a variety.”
“Do you have any Justin Bieber?” I ask pulling the iPod out of his hand.
“You’re kidding right?” Brett asks and I wait for Ryan to jump in with one of his many comments about the Biebs, but he stays quiet.
“Sorry, no Justin Bieber, and I’m not putting that on my iPod.” Brett stretches his arms out. “What about you Ryan? You a rock fan?”
“Yeah whatever,” Ryan grunts and then smashes his duffel into the trunk.
“Let me help.” Brett steps up to the car and lifts his bag.
“I don’t need your help.” Ryan pulls it toward him, but Brett doesn’t let go.
“I didn’t say you need it. I was just offering.” Brett pushes the bag into Ryan’s arms and bumps shoulders with him as he walks away. He looks back at me, pain shining bright in those dark irises. “I tried,” he mouths before he flings the back door open and slams it behind him.
Frustration runs through me, and I slap Ryan upside the head.
“What the—”
“What is wrong with you?” I rest my ‘Tasmanian Devil Made Me Do It’ nails on my hips. Shock widens his eyes like he has no idea he was just a complete and total ass.
“Wrong with me?” The shock runs through his arms until he’s rubbing his damn neck.
“Yes you. He was just trying to be nice. You on the other hand acted like a total jerkhead.”
He cocks a dark brow at me. “Jerkhead?”
“Yes, a jerkhead. And news flash buddy.” I poke him hard in the chest, causing him to stumble back. “We have a ten hour drive today, and then a full week with him. This is my vacation too, and I do not want to play refer-freakin-ree the entire time. Got it?” I poke him again.
“All right. All right.” He holds his hand up in defeat. “I got it. Jeez.”
His words say one thing, his body language and that look in his eyes say something totally different. These two really need to work it out. I just hope it doesn’t turn into a UFC match. Kaylee and I are too small to help, and I don’t think Nate can take them both on.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Good. Now can we get out vacation started? Please?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, pout the lip and when his hardened face cracks and a smile shines through, I wrap my arms around him and crush my lips to his.
“Eh-hmm.”
Ryan pulls away from me, but doesn’t let go of my waist. I turn to Grams and Pop-pop, and I don’t need a mirror to know I’m brighter than a just picked apple.
“Hi guys,” Ryan says all innocent, no sign of embarrassment.
I look away. “We just wanted to wish you safe travels.” Pop-pop moves towards Ryan and pats him on the back. “Call when you get there. And don’t wait till you’re on E to get gas.”
“I baked a few snacks for the drive.” Grams hands over three huge gallon size freezer bags with homemade cookies, brownies and scones.
“Brett, you okay, son?” Pop-pop asks. “Damn kids and their headphones,” he says when Brett doesn’t answer him. “Back in my day we were aware of our surroundings. We couldn’t drown it out. If I didn’t want to hear what someone was saying I had no choice. You kids today—Umph!”
Gram elbows Pop-pop in the stomach. “Dear, we don’t want to hold the kids up. I want them off the road by dark.”
“Right. Here…” Pop-pop hands Ryan a hundred dollar bill. “Now that’s for the three of you. And I don’t want to hear about any fighting going on.” He directs his statement directly at Ryan.
“No fighting,” Ryan says and kisses Gram on the cheek then hugs Pop-pop.
I move in and do the same. Gram wraps her arms tightly around me, pulls back and gives me an awkward smile. “Just in case, dear,” she says, and I feel her hand slide into my purse.
Ryan wraps his arm around me and turns me away from Grams. “Come on, Lex let’s get out of here.”
We wave our goodbyes as Ryan opens the passenger door for me to get in. His nose scrunches in that cute way it does, and all the tension from earlier is completely gone.
“I love you,” I say well aware that Brett’s headphones are in and his eyes are closed.
“I love you, too.” Ryan rests his hands on the roof of the car and leans in until his mouth is on mine. This kiss is different than the ones of late. It’s more tender, sweeter and the reason why I’ve fallen so head over heels in love with my best friend.
He kisses my forehead and shuts the door. I reach down for my bag to get my Chapstick and…Oh you have got to be kidding me.
I pull out the square piece of foil. Ryan gets in the car, eyes bugging out of his head when he turns to me.
“Uh…Lex?”
I look to him, eyes so widened in shock no matter how hard I try to pull them closed they won’t go. My cheeks are up in flames, hand suspended in the air.
“Your grandma just gave me condoms.”
Chapter 11
Ryan
Nine hours into our drive I crick my neck to the side and squeeze Lex’s hand. Our palms are so sweaty they go flurrppth as air pockets flit out our fingers. Lex laughs and brings my knuckles to her lips.
“Sexy.”
I chuckle as we drop hold of each other to wipe off on our jeans. Lex’s shorts keep riding up every time she adjusts in her seat, making it real hard to pay attention to the long freeway drive. But I’ve managed to stay behind Nate the whole way, even with the beat up 4.6 under the hood.
“Oh, I think our exit’s coming up,” Lex says, sitting up in her seat. The small of her back looks damp, and I can’t help but reach over and touch the patch of skin between her top and her shorts. Her eyes flick over to me and they narrow as she smacks my hand. “Not while you’re driving.”
I shake my hand out, but my gaze goes back to the road. Nate just put on his blinker to the off ramp. It’s about damn time. My ass feels like it’s been hit by a load of bricks.
“Should I wake him up?” Lex turns toward Brett strewn across the backseat.
“No.” I’ve been praising the heavens ever since he dozed off.
“But our hotel’s just a few blocks away.”
“He can sleep in the car. Saves us the trouble asking for a pullout.”
“Ryan…”
“I was kidding,” I say, and I feel my ears warm. Lex ignores the obvious lie that just tumbled from my mouth and bends down to put her shoes back on.
It’s getting late, and by the time we pull into the Holiday Inn, the sun’s just barely over the horizon. Nate hops out of his Escort, taking off his hat and stretching his arms. Lex leans over the console and pecks my cheek.
“I’ll go check in.”
“’Kay.”
I watch her as she slides from the passenger seat, and I playfully pinch her ass on her way out. She do
es this adorable as hell squeal, and before I get my hand smacked again, Kaylee tugs her into the lobby after Nate.
“Guess we’re watching the cars.” Brett clears his throat, and I hear him shift to a sitting position. I don’t acknowledge him, even when he pokes his face between the two front seats. “Damn, my ass is killing me.”
I want to tell him to get it out of the car then, leave me the hell alone, but I keep ignoring him, pulling my phone out and pretending it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
“It’s gonna be nice sleeping on a bed,” he says, attempting to stretch out in the backseat. My eyebrows pinch together as I pointlessly scroll through my text messages.
“What makes you think you’re getting a bed?”
“Damn, are we all in one room?” he falls back into the leather and bumps my seat.
“Unfortunately,” I growl. This trip is costing me enough in gas. Nate too. And when we booked the place we had a party of four, not five. Lex said she might have to sleep with Kaylee though so we weren’t subjected to midnight groping, but I told her no way in hell. I’ve been dying to get her back into a bed with me ever since our senior trip. Nate isn’t exactly my number one choice in a cuddle buddy.
But now we got the two queens and a pullout in the room, and if Brett tries to claim a bed he’ll get an ass whooping.
“Well, I’m used to sleeping on a couch.”
Something washes down the back of my neck, cooling some of the sweat there as I flick my eyes to the rearview. He’s lying back down across the seats, tugging his baseball cap over his face. I want to ask why he’s used to a couch. Don’t know why the hell I care, or why I’m feeling this bizarre ping in my gut like something’s up and I should try to actually talk about shit with him, and before I open my mouth, he opens his.
“Kara had the best couch. It was damn close to an actual bed. And my feet didn’t hang off the edge.”
He says “Kara” like I know who he’s talking about, but I have no clue. I wonder if he’s doing it to make me ask questions, but I force them back and huff, tilting my head to look out the passenger window. How long does it take to check in?
“I get a bed at the beach house, right? Or am I sleeping in the sand?”
I let out an unexpected laugh that I quickly turn into a cough.
“Uh, yeah. You get your own shitter, too.”
He shifts and ends up bumping against the back of my seat. “Good. Junk food isn’t my friend.” His foot taps against the bag full of chips and candy.
“I did not need to know that,” I say, and there’s this weird grin on my face when Lex gets back in the car. Good thing because I was saying more than two words without even thinking about it.
“Okay,” Lex says, smacking the keycard in my palm. “We’re around back. Second floor.”
I interlock our fingers and cling to them as I pull around. It’s one night in the same room, one more day of driving, and then it can just be me and her.
The room is like a normal eighty-buck-a-night hotel. Two queens, bathroom right by the door, air conditioner under the window. Lex throws her bag on the nearest bed, leaving Nate and Kaylee with the one next to the couch pullout. I wonder if she did that on purpose so there’s as much distance as possible between Brett and me.
Nate and Kaylee are in the shower first, throwing out the excuse that they’re saving water by showering together. Lex and I share a look as they lock the bathroom door because we know a lot more is happening in there. Only Brett has balls enough to say it out loud when he goes, “Dude, they better clean it all up after, ’cause I’m next.”
Lex laughs and they share a look that punches me in the gut.
Nate and Kaylee are out in a surprisingly short amount of time, Brett hops in while Kaylee and Lex paint their nails and Nate and I watch Prank Wars on his laptop. For ten minutes it’s exactly what I wanted out of this vacation, but then Brett’s out of the shower and Lex goes in.
“You not joining her?” he asks as he rubs a towel over his head. Kaylee snorts from her spot on the floor and fans at her toenails.
“Yeah, Ryan. Why aren’t you joining her?” She laughs, and I chuck a pillow at her freshly painted toes. She yells a “Hey!” at me and tosses it back. That’s the end of the shower discussion, and I’m glad no one pushes it. I haven’t seen Lex naked, and I’m sorry, the first time will not be in a hotel room we’re sharing with our best friends and my stupidass half-brother.
Nate pulls an earbud from his ear, and moves his eyes from his laptop. “Hey Brett? Where’d you live before here?”
We’re all quiet, Brett pausing in the middle of yanking the cushions off the pullout. He looks at Nate like he’s not sure how to respond, and I look at Nate like What the hell, man? We’ve all pretty much ignored him, except Lex—stubborn girl—so it’s a minute before Brett clears his throat and says, “Uh, well, I’ve lived a lot of places. But the last place was Vegas.” He drops a cushion to the floor. “Why?”
“Vegas, really?” Nate slides to the edge of the bed. “No shit. Did you ever see any illusionists?”
Brett raises an eyebrow, a light smile playing on his lips. I push a pillow over my face.
“Tons, actually. Some of the best ones are actually outside of the theaters. Magicians on the street and all that.” He laughs and I hear Nate adjust on his bed again. “There was a rumor that one of the masked street guys was actually Criss Angel.”
“Damn,” Nate whispers in awe. I whip the pillow off my face and glare at him. Nate puts his laptop back on his lap as if that’ll save him from a punch. “I’ve only lived in Colorado, and I’ve only driven through Vegas. My brother’s been a few times when he road trips to and from school. Man, I’d love to actually stay there.”
“It’s not all that great,” Brett says, his tone dark. “But it wasn’t the worst place I’ve lived.”
Kaylee shifts on the floor, pulling her knees under her chin. “Does it suck to move all the time?”
They look at Brett, and he looks at me. I cross my arms and stare at the ceiling, exempting myself from the conversation.
Brett grabs the handle for the pullout and yanks. Kaylee moves a couple cushions out of the way for him. The shower goes off, and I wish I could jump up right now and get my ass in there.
“It’s not that bad. I move a lot though, so I guess I’m used to it.” He sort of laughs to himself as he flops the mattress down and stuffs a few pillows at the head. “I thought Vegas would stick, since we’d been there four years and my dad hadn’t been called out for a while, but, well, shit hit the fan. He got shipped overseas and according to the courts I had to go to the only family I have left. Since my mom”—his eyes shift to me—“our mom isn’t exactly around, I had to move here.”
Kaylee’s eyes get real big. “You don’t have any other family?” Her gaze cuts to me, and I scratch the back of my head and shrug.
Brett nods at me. “Just him.”
I feel all six eyeballs as if they’re drilling into my face. Heat flashes up the back of my neck when I lock gazes with Brett, who gives me that stupid smirk that tells me he’s playing this “poor me” act to get my friends’ sympathy and make me come off as the douchebag. But they weren’t around when he got here. They didn’t hear him say all the stuff he did about my dad. And every time he opens his mouth, no matter what the hell he’s saying, I hear that.
Grabbing my extra clothes on the foot of the bed, I get up and march to the bathroom, mumbling, “I’m gonna see if Lex is done.” I wish the room was bigger, because I can still feel all eyes on me as I tap on the door and Lex says to come in.
She’s got a tiny tank top on, and silk pajama bottoms that stick to her backside because she didn’t dry off all the way. I click the door shut and wrap an arm around her waist as she smiles at me in the mirror.
Dammit, right here. It’s so much better than anything else. How does she do it? She hasn’t said a word, just shows me her two dimples and brings her arm up to scratch
the back of my head as I lean in and kiss her bare shoulder, and it wipes everything clean from my brain. I feel like a damn woman with the mood swings, but right now, I’m so high off her scent and her skin that I don’t even care.
“You left me hot water, right?”
I feel her mouth pull up against my cheek. “A little. But I didn’t have much to start out with.”
Her laugh vibrates her throat, hitting my lips and sending shivers down my spine. I run my nose over her collarbone, feel her sharp gasp as I breathe in.
“You smell good.”
“Peppermint candy body wash.”
I slide her dark, wet hair from her neck and lick her shoulder. “Yum.”
She giggles and twists in my arms. My fingers hit the edge of her shirt and I’m tempted to lift it up and shove her back in the shower, but she pecks my lips and says, “Are you playing nice out there?”
It’s an ice bucket over my head when the words come out of her mouth. I let go of her shirt and place my hands firmly over the fabric.
“We’re not fighting, Lex.”
Her light brown eyes study mine, but I’m not in the mood to get lectured. I pull her arms off my neck and reach around her for a towel. It’s my silent way of telling her I need a minute alone.
She twists the ring on her pinky. “Can I brush my hair real quick? Then the shower’s all yours.”
“Yeah.”
Her hand slips on the brush as she brings it to her wet hair, and she absent-mindedly starts ripping into the strands. I think I flinch more than her as I listen to her brush out all the knots. She keeps flicking her gaze to me in the mirror, pursing her lips. As soon as the brush runs smooth in her hair, I stop her hand.
“What’s going on up here?” I ask, tapping the brush lightly against her temple before running it through the wet strands myself.
“I think I made you mad.”
I sigh and step close enough to her that her back is pressed against my front. I drag the brush through her hair again. “I… I’m mad a lot lately, Lex. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
