by JL Paul
“Where the hell is he?” Collin asked as he tried to disengage me from Irelyn. She twisted her body away and tightened her hold. I lifted my eyes to Collin’s.
“Get that no good filthy tramp out of my club!” Owen ordered as he leaned in the doorway, gripping the frame for support. “All of you get the hell out of here and don’t come back. And keep your silly little friend, Morgan away from me too!”
Collin crossed the hall in two huge steps and fisted Owen’s shirt. He shoved him into the wall, red hot anger contorting his handsome face. “What did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do a damn thing to her,” Owen said as he attempted to push Collin away. “Look what the bitch did to me!”
“Dude,” Lucas said as he grabbed Collin’s arm. “Come on. We got Bailey, let’s just go.”
Spencer took Collin’s other arm and they managed to wrestle him off of Owen. Irelyn wrapped an arm around my shoulder and guided me down the stairs. I searched frantically for Morgan or Craig and didn’t see either of them anywhere. I wondered where they’d gone until Irelyn pushed me out the door and toward the parking lot.
“She’s supposed to be my friend!” I heard Morgan shout.
“That’s why she did this,” Tori’s low voice answered.
I wiggled out of Irelyn’s embrace and trotted toward Morgan. “Morg,” I pleaded. “Please, listen.”
“No,” Morgan said, shaking her head. “I’m through with you. I’m through with all of you!”
“Morgan,” Spencer said as he attempted to take her arm. She shook him off and stepped toward Craig and his group.
“If Owen was such a monster, why didn’t any of you try to just tell me?” she asked, tears streaking down her cheeks
“We did,” I claimed. “Holy hell, Morg, you wouldn’t answer any of our calls!”
“Did you sleep with him, too?” Morgan asked, her eyes rimmed in red. “Did you?”
“No, of course not,” Irelyn said, a hint of pride in her voice. “She kicked his ass. For you.”
“Whatever,” Morgan snorted, dropping her eyes to the ground. “I…I just want to go home.” She spun on her heel and marched toward a minivan.
“Morg,” I called but she just picked up the pace. “Damn.”
“I’ll make sure she gets home and I’ll call you, okay?” Craig said softly. I nodded. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, just fine,” I said, my voice breaking. A stupid tear trickled down my cheek but I wiped it away quickly. Irelyn put her arm around my shoulders again. “Thanks, Craig.”
“No problem. I’ll see you around.”
“Who is that?” Collin asked as he came up beside me.
“My dog park buddy,” I said, shivering.
“Oh,” he muttered. We watched as the van carrying Morgan pulled out of the parking lot and drove away into the dark. With a sigh, Collin stepped in front of me. His sad eyes searched my face desperately and my stomach clenched. I just knew he was going to carry through with his threat.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Spence,” he said, helplessly as if in a world of pain. “Spence, man.”
Spencer clapped him on the back and gave him a half-hearted grin. “Dude, it’s cool, so long as you love her.”
Collin gazed at his friend, an echo of a smile flitting across his lips. “I do, man, I swear.”
My confused heart didn’t know what to think as I watched the two of them. Spencer winked at me and left Collin’s side to take Tori by the hand and lead her to his car.
“Take her home with you, Collin,” Irelyn said as she kissed my cheek. “We’ll go let Otis out tonight then you can go get him in the morning.” She kissed Collin’s cheek and dragged Lucas after Spencer.
“Bailey,” Collin said as he stepped closer. He cupped my chin and wiped the pesky tears from my face. “Come here.” He pulled me into an embrace and kissed my hair. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and let the tears flow just so I could get it out of my system – thinking my tear ducts were like a radiator and needed a good flushing once in awhile.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Life would be rather boring then, wouldn’t it?”
He edged me back to shake his head at me. “I’ll take boring.” He leaned in and kissed me tenderly. “Let’s go back to my place, okay? And get some sleep.”
I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him. “I need to take my car, though. I’m not leaving it here. Owen will probably either tear it up or have it towed.”
“I’ll follow you,” Collin said as he opened my car door. He lifted my chin and kissed me again. “Drive safe.”
My heart teetered as I started my car and hopped on the highway. I rewound back to what Spencer had said before he'd left:
It’s cool, so long as you love her.
And didn’t Collin say he did? Did he mean me?
I stepped on the accelerator, suddenly anxious to get to Collin’s to find out.
Chapter Twenty
Collin took me by the hand as soon as he let us into the house. He towed me directly to the sofa and sat me down.
“I’m going to let the dog out and get us something to drink,” he said, his eyes solemn. “Then we’ll talk.”
I could only nod.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head on the back of the couch. I listened as he coaxed Milo out of his crate and out the back door. I heard him open the refrigerator followed by his soft footsteps returning to the living room. He plopped down beside me and only then did I open my eyes.
“Here,” he said as he handed me a soda. He set his on the coffee table. “Talk to me, Bailey. Tell me what happened.”
I sipped at my soda, stalling so I could get my thoughts together. I started to slowly describe the entire day, beginning with my idea to involve Craig, and picked up speed as I got to the part about the club. When I told him about the incident in the room upstairs, he cursed and rose quickly from the sofa.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t want you to go!” he said, spinning away from me. “He could have really hurt you.”
“But he didn’t,” I objected. “And I managed to take perfect care of myself.”
“Did you?” he said as he faced me again. He crossed the room and dropped to his knees before me, lifting a finger to gently trace my cheek. “Is that why you have a mark on your face?”
I jerked my head away from him. “That was nothing. I think he came off worse.”
“No doubt about that,” Collin said as he squeezed my hand. “But it could have turned out really bad.”
“But it didn’t, Collin,” I said as I leapt to my feet, jerking my hand out of his grip. I stalked toward the kitchen but he followed. I scrubbed my hand over my face, wincing slightly as I brushed the tender spot on my cheek. “It didn’t, okay? Now it’s over with – can we please move past it?”
“Not yet,” he said sternly, his voice directly behind me. “Not until you realize just how lucky you are and not until you realize how serious the situation could have been.”
“Everything turned out fine, okay?” I said, frustrated. I turned to face him, angry that he wouldn’t just drop it. “Why are you dwelling on what could have happened?”
“Because I was scared, Bailey,” he said, glaring at me. “I was afraid that he was going to do something terrible to you. I didn’t want to see you in worse shape than Tori.”
“And I didn’t want to see Morgan that way, either,” I defended.
“Why do you care so much, huh?” he asked in disbelief, lifting his hands in the air and letting them fall helplessly to his sides. “After the way she’s treated you and Irelyn? Why are you still so desperate to save her? You did nothing wrong to her. And so what if she’s upset that we slept together – that’s something she needs to get over on her own.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I wish I didn’t care. She sort of reminds me of how I used to be a long time ago – only, maybe a
little more naïve. I guess I didn’t want to see her turn out to be like how I am now.”
“Geez,” he groaned. “Bailey, you’re not bad. You’re the one who likes to let people think that but I know better. I know what you’re really like and so do those that are closest to you. Morgan knows what you’re like deep down, too.”
“Don’t psychoanalyze me, Collin,” I warned as I poked a finger in his chest. “I don’t want it and I don’t need it.”
“I’m not,” he said as he leaned on the doorframe. “Honest. I’m just trying to understand why you’d take such a chance.” He blew a puff of air at his bangs. “Guess I sort of knew all along.”
His last comment took me by surprise and I raised a curious brow. “What did you know?”
A tiny smile appeared in the corners of his mouth. “That super-overprotective Bailey would swoop down and rescue her friend, no matter the danger to herself.
“I didn’t need to be rescued,” I said, straightening my spine. “I told you I could handle him.”
He reached out to chuck me under the chin, his smile proud. “I know. But I was still worried.”
I lifted a shoulder and shuffled my feet, studying the remarkably clean floor. When did the man find time to clean? And why was his house always cleaner than mine? I sighed, dispelling the housekeeping thoughts from my head.
“He’s all talk anyway.”
I remembered his ugly words that had settled in the bottom of my heart. They would rot there awhile and prod me from time to time – just to remind me that they were there, but eventually I would forget about them. I’d get over it.
“What did he say to you that made you so upset?” Collin asked.
“Nothing,” I said defensively, gritting my teeth. “Nothing at all. He’s just full of crap.”
“Did he say something about us?” Collin asked softly. “Tell me, Bailey.”
I shook my head and expelled a long breath. I folded my arms over my chest and avoided his eyes. He was stirring up the tears again and I’d cried enough lately to bathe in them – I would shed no more.
“It doesn’t matter what he said. He was only trying to make himself look good.”
“Tell me what he said,” Collin ordered, his voice still soft but firm. “Please.”
I shrugged and let my hands fall to my sides. I bit my lip and repeated what I could remember. “He mostly called me a whore. He said I was trashy and it was a good thing Spencer and I split up because he deserved better.”
I chanced a quick glance at Collin but his face was passive. I continued. “He said that he knew you and I had slept together – Morgan told him – and that…” I had to swallow to loosen the huge lump in my throat. “He said that I’d only embarrass you and that I wasn’t the type of girl that you would date. He said you’d sleep with me but that was all.” I raised a brow and faced him fully. “He said you could never love someone like me.”
His eyes narrowed as his head bobbed up and down slowly. A faraway look drifted across his face and I wondered if he’d heard a word I’d said. He snapped back to reality and touched my arm. “Do you believe that?”
“I don’t know,” I said in a shrill voice. “I don’t know what to believe.”
“Damn it, Bailey!” he cursed, startling me. “What the hell? I’ve gone out of my way to show you. I’ve called you, come over, hung out with you. I pretended to be your boyfriend in front of that spiteful little bitch, and defended your honor. Last weekend, when you stayed with me, I did everything I could to show you how much I love you.”
He clenched his jaw and a flicker of pain passed over his face. “Hell, I even gave you a puppy!” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I mean, damn, what more do I have to do to prove to you that I love you?”
“What?” I said, doing a double take. “Huh?”
“What else do I have to do?” he asked.
I cleared the fog out of my brain as my mind focused on what he’d just asked. “How about just telling me!”
“You never would have believed me,” he said as he stepped closer, clutched my shoulders, and kissed me. “After that first night, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I’d always been attracted to you but after that night, all I wanted was to be with you again – and not just in bed.” He released my shoulders and paced. “At first I thought I was just feeling guilty, but the more time I spent with you, the more I realized that that wasn’t it.”
“So, you do love me?” I asked, still grappling with his words. “You love me?”
“Yes,” he grinned as he stopped in front of me. He pecked my lips. “I told Spencer I did and I told him I didn’t know if you felt the same but I thought you might.” He smiled feebly. “I spilled the entire truth to him last night. He hung out over here after everyone else had left and we talked. I told him everything. I didn’t want him hearing about any of it from someone else. I was worried he’d be pissed but he took it all calmly. He was a little put out by it but he told me he’d get over it.”
I snaked my arms around his neck. “I love you, too, you know,” I said quickly. “I realized it one day at the pool.”
He furrowed his brow. “At the pool?”
“Don’t ask,” I said. “I, um, realized this before our first night. That’s why I broke up with Spencer.”
His eyes darted all over my face before he leaned in and captured my lips with his. I fell into him and he tightened his hold. My heartbeat tripled.
“Bailey,” he said as he edged back. “I want to explain about Tori.”
“What about her?” I asked, my heart back on the defensive.
“Well, you said something last night that got me thinking,” he said as he slipped his arms off my waist and took my hand. He led me back to the sofa and we sat together. “I never had anything going on with her – I hope you know that. When I left with her that week, I took her to see her parents.” He dropped his gaze to our entwined hands. “She drank a little too much one night and became depressed. She contemplated…taking her life but she called me instead.”
I couldn’t believe it. What was going through her mind? Owen wasn’t worth all that. “Why?”
“She’s embarrassed, Bailey. She’s embarrassed about her entire relationship with Owen. She messed around with drugs and he convinced her to…this has to stay between us, okay?” I nodded emphatically. “He convinced her to do some…things she normally wouldn’t. She didn’t prostitute herself or anything but he got her to do some things that she’s embarrassed about. She told me about it that night. Actually, she cried a torrent of tears and totally fell apart and sort of blabbed it all. So, I drove her to her parents’ house out in the country the next morning and she begged me to stay. She wanted moral support. I couldn’t just leave her.”
“I understand,” I whispered, sympathy flooding me. I was more convinced than ever that I’d done the right thing.
“I’m sorry if you thought it was something else,” he said as he caught my eyes and smiled.
My heart flipped. “Don’t apologize. I should apologize. I thought you were in love with her.”
He chuckled. “No, not at all. Oh, I do care about her, but she’s just a friend.”
“I feel pretty stupid,” I muttered and he dragged me into his lap, winding his arms around my middle.
“You feel pretty good to me,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.
I managed a smile. “That was really cheesy.”
“Yeah, I know,” he shrugged as color flooded his cheeks.
I kissed him, putting all the love I could into it. My heart throbbed as he held me closer and deepened the kiss. His hands traveled up my sides and tangled in my hair. I shifted so that I was facing him and my legs were straddling his lap.
“Hang on, Bailey,” he mumbled in my mouth.
“What’s the matter?” I asked as I eased my face back to look at him.
He held my head in his hands as he caught his breath. “I don’t want to get carried away until we talk a
few things out.”
“What’s left to say?” I asked as I pressed my breasts into his chest. I knew his weakness.
He glanced down but reluctantly dragged his eyes back up and focused on my face with a tiny smirk flittering on his lips. “Nice try.”
“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” I said.
He drew my face closer and kissed me again, softly. “I want to make sure everything is sorted, that’s all.”
“I love you, you love me – it’s sorted.” I faked a yawn and an exaggerated stretch. “Now I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”
He chuckled but showed no signs of moving. “We will but first I want to know something.”
“What?” I asked.
“What are we now?”
My heart stopped and I stared at him slack-jawed. “That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Well, I’m not worried,” he said bashfully as he dropped his eyes. “Just curious.”
I really loved him even more. I slid off his lap and snatched his hand. I urged him to his feet and led him toward the bedroom. He made me wait as he let in the dog and put him in his crate. He rejoined me with a smile and followed me into the bedroom. I pinned him against the door and stood on my toes to kiss him.
“I’m your girlfriend, Collin,” I declared. “You’re real one – not fake. I’m a little more serious about you than I ever was about Spencer.” I grinned at him and he relaxed. “Okay, maybe a lot more serious but he doesn’t need to know that yet.”
“I do love you, Bailey,” he said as he backed me up to the bed. He lifted my shirt over my head and even though I was pretty tired, I perked up immediately. I helped him out of his clothes and crawled on the bed. I fumbled for his hand and tugged him on top of me. His eager lips found mine as my hands thoroughly explored the complicated muscles in his back.
His kisses burned a trail down my chin and throat, working their way to my breasts. I grinned when a satisfied moan escaped his mouth.
“I’m a lucky man,” he whispered. I didn’t argue – just let him continue his ministrations. It didn’t take him long to return to my lips, his need pressing firmly against my leg. He whispered sweet words in my ear but I barely heard them. I was on fire and I wanted him terribly.
