Saved (Tempted #2)

by Heather Doltrice

  I noticed somebody sitting in his passenger seat. I swore that if it was a girl I was going to castrate him. I immediately snapped out of that thought. He wasn’t mine to be jealous over anymore.

  Looking behind me, I saw that he was riding my ass.

  It would take West to do a high speed chase on the way to Sunday morning church. West paying any attention to me was already going to a bad influence.

  He had me cursing on Sunday.

  Seeing the church, I parked and did my best to get in the church before he could catch up with me. Part of me wanted to linger around and see what hoe bag accompanied him to church. But that meant having to talk to him and I wasn’t up for that.

  Just as my foot hit the first stone step I felt a hand grab my arm.

  “Why are you driving so fast? You’re going to get yourself killed,” West said, pulling me into him.

  “You don’t get care about me! You’re not my boyfriend and let me go, you wouldn’t want your date to see,” I told him trying to pull my arm out of his hold.

  “What date? What are you talking about?” he asked, confused.

  “Whoever was in your car with you? Which one is it today?”

  “My date today is someone you know well,” he told me, trying to hide his smile.

  “Marilyn?”

  “No, Ethan,” he said, pointing behind him, “Hottest date in town, right?”

  Looking past West I saw Ethan talking to Roman and Emma by Roman’s car.

  That was embarrassing.

  “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” he told me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

  “You can’t break up me and avoid me for two weeks, and then decide you want me again,” I told him, pulling away, “And I’m not jealous. I could care less what you do.”

  Looking at our friends, I ran inside of the church and slipped in an empty pew. My parents were a few rows ahead of me. But I didn’t want to have to explain what was wrong to them.

  Bowing my head to pray, I felt someone slide in next to me. Looking up I saw West looking right at me. All of our friends filed in after him. Great.

  They were trapping me and they were all on his side.

  Traitors.

  “Angel?” he said, barely whispering.

  He was back to wanting me.

  But I had news for him, if he wanted me this time he was going to have to fight for me.

  I want blood, sweat, and tears.

  “That’s not my name,” I whispered back, trying my best to look mad.

  I could look at his face and never get tired of it. Ever.

  “That’s what you are to me. Always will be,” he said, turning his whole body to face me, “Can we talk at breakfast?”

  That was why Emma called me for breakfast. She was supposed to be my best friend. The Meredith to my Christina. The Sam to my Dean. The Ana to my Kate. But she was on his side. It was supposed to be hoes before bros.

  Guess not.

  “No, I’m not going.”

  “Yes, you are,” he said before turning his attention to Roman.

  He couldn’t tell me where I was going, I was my own woman.

  After church ended, guess where I found myself? Riding shotgun in my own jeep. And just to top it off West was driving me to the diner.

  “They can arrest you for this, ya know,” I told him, looking at him

  “For what? Buying you French toast? I highly doubt it.”

  “No, I meant kidnapping and you’re not buying me anything,” I told him, folding my arms over my chest.

  “Please quit pushing your boobs up like that. It makes me want to reach out and touch them,” he said, squirming in his seat.

  “Pervert,” I said, dropping my arms.

  “Only for you.”

  Rolling my eyes, I saw that we were pulling in a parking space. As soon as he came to a complete stop I hopped out and started walking toward the diner.

  “Wait on me!” I heard West yell behind me.

  That only made me walk faster. I couldn’t let myself get sucked back in only to get my heart broken again.

  Walking in, I saw our friends sitting at one of the booths. Rushing over, I made it to the table before West made it in the diner.

  “Hey, Ethan, can I set between you and Grace?”

  He looked at me and smiled.

  “No can do, Mad-dog,” he said, looking at the door.

  Turning to face the entrance, I saw West enter the restaurant.

  “Well, look at that. There’s two seats left and as luck would have it their side by side,” he said, sliding in the round booth.

  I had two choices, slide in after him and make the most of my morning. Or run and let him take my friends just like he’d taken everything else.

  So, I slid in next to him.

  “Did you guys hear about Preston?” Grace asked, sipping her coffee.

  I had forgotten all about Preston. I felt bad for a minute.

  But only for a minute.

  “No, what happened? Did someone steal his boat shoe collection?” I asked, pretending to shiver from the creepiness.

  Everyone laughed and Ethan starting choking on his orange juice.

  “That would have been awesome but no. He got kicked out of Brown. Supposedly, he tried to roofie some girl at a frat party.”

  Everyone went silent. Sure, Preston wasn’t the best person in the world. I mean he had the personality of wet paper but I never thought he would have been capable of something like that.

  “His dad must be so mad,” West said, purposely touching my arm with his.

  Clenching my legs together, I tried to tell my body to stop reacting like that. He barely touched me but it was like pure electricity ran through my body just by his skin brushing mine.

  “That poor girl,” Emma said, poking at her pancakes with a fork.

  “Where is he now?” Ethan asked, stealing glances at Grace.

  “Here,” she said, pointing at the door.

  We all turned our attention to the door and saw Preston and Luca walking in. It was hard to believe they were cousins. The only thing they had in common was their hair color and sour personalities. Luca was the hot one, he had this edgy vibe about him. And Preston was like Mr. Rodgers on steroids.

  Oh, and they both had the creepy thing in common.

  “Great, they better not walk over here. I’m not in a good mood anyway,” West said, tapping his fingers on his blue jean clad legs.

  “What’s got you in a bad mood? You seemed fine a minute ago,” I asked him, fighting the urge to touch him.

  “Emma and Ethan, cover your ears,” West told them, Turing his body to me, “And your eyes too.”

  They both rolled their eyes.

  He reached for my hand and placed on his top of hardening erection.

  “I’m pissed because just watching you breath turns me on and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

  “Sure, you can. You could sleep with any of those bimbos at the race track. They could for sure take care of that for you.”

  “Only you could. I don’t want to sleep with any of them, I want you.”

  His change in emotions was giving me whiplash.

  “I have to go,” I said, getting up and dropping some money on the table.

  Rushing to the door, I heard someone yell my name.

  “Hey, Maddie. Do you have manners? Were you going to leave without saying hi,” Preston asked, pushing over for me to sit.

  “Oh, I can’t stay I have to go but it’s nice seeing you, Preston. How does it feel to get kicked out of Brown?”

  “Bitch,” he said, turning his head.

  “Please don’t tell me you’re getting back with that loser,” Luca said, pointing at West.

  “Don’t call him that!” I told him, picking up his coke and pouring it on his lap.

  “What’s your problem?” He yelled, wiping himself off with one of the napkins.

  I didn’t bother answering him, I walked out the do
or. Hearing my friends cheering and laughing, I smiled and hopped in my jeep.

  At least one good thing happened today.

  Chapter 12

  I found myself sitting on in between Ethan and West on the couch watching The Hangover. It was Ethan’s pick.

  “I say we watch Fifty Shades of Grey next,” Emma said from her spot beside Roman.

  Everyone turned to look at the innocent preacher’s daughter.

  “Pregnancy hormones,” Roman said, kissing her temple.

  “Has it made her hornier?” West asked, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Oh, yeah,” Roman said before Emma hit his shoulder.

  “Idiots,” I mumbled.

  Hearing a knock on the door, I jumped up and ran over to it. I needed to move from that couch. Seeing Grace standing on the other side, I let out a sigh of relief. She would want to sit by Ethan and I could snag the chair far away from West.

  “Hey, please sit by Ethan,” I told her without explaining myself.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” she said, slipping her coat off.

  Watching her walk inside the living room, I let my eyes follow her to the spot between Ethan and West.

  “Hey, guys. I’m going to frost the cupcakes. I’ll be back in a few,” I told them before making my way to the kitchen.

  Grabbing the cooled cupcakes from the fridge, I sat them on the counter. I began frosting the cupcakes one by one.

  My mind drifted to West. But honestly that’s all I ever thought about. It was like he had checked into my thoughts and he was never checking out.

  Hearing the door open, I pretended like I didn’t. I knew who it was without even asking. I could feel him.

  Feeling two hands grip my hips, I dropped the pastry bag.

  “I’ve tried to keep my hands off of you but I can’t,” West growled in my ear, “I know I screwed up but I’m desperate for you.”

  I let out a small whimper as he grinded onto my ass. Pushing me up against the counter, the grinding got stronger.

  I had no strength when it came to him. He was my weakness.

  “You want me. Don’t you, Angel?”

  I did but could I tell him that? Maybe we could have sex without the emotion. Was I capable of that?

  I couldn’t think about that, my mind wanted me to. But my body wasn’t going to let that happen and let’s not even get into what my heart was feeling.

  Throwing caution to the wind, I starting grinding back.

  “Lock the door,” I whispered, digging my nails into his hands.

  He kissed the back of my neck and walked over to the door. Turning the lock, he bolted back to me.

  Stripping me bare, he slid me onto the kitchen counter. Spreading my legs open, he picked up the pastry bag and squirted frosting from my knee to my inner thighs. Next he placed the frosting on up my stomach and all over my breast.

  “I’d take this over a cupcake any day,” he said, sitting the frosting filled bag on the counter, “Sophia should put you on the menu.”

  I would have laughed but I was too consumed with the feeling of wanting his tongue on me.

  Lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, he started licking and sucking on my legs. The wetness of tongue on my skin had nothing on the wetness between my legs. His mouth landed on my clit and he went to work.

  Moaning, I grabbed his hair and gave it a small tug. Rolling my hips in this face, I felt his tongue dart in and out of me.

  “Damn, you’re good at that,” I said, continuing to rock into his face.

  Feeling utter pleasure roll through my body, I knew I had finished. West raised his head up and looked at me. Licking his lips, he broke out in a smile.

  “You taste better than the frosting,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes.

  Looking down, I saw frosting still covering my breast.

  “Are you not going to pay attention to my breasts? They need cleaning off,” I asked, shaking my chest at him.

  He never answered me, he just lowered his head and started sucking my nipples. He moved his tongue until there wasn’t one drop of frosting in sight.

  “What are you guys doing in there?” Ethan said, pounding on the locked door.

  “Quit knocking! We will be out in a minute,” West yelled back, wiping me off and helping me get dressed.

  I grabbed the cleaning supplies and wiped the counter off. I couldn’t believe that had just happened on Roman and Emma’s kitchen counter.

  Before walking over to open the door he placed a sweet kiss on my lips. Pulling the door open, he let Ethan in.

  “Were you guys having sex on the counter?”

  “What? No!” I shouted, tossing out the pastry bag and filling up a new one.

  “You were doing something. West I’ll help her and you go in the living room. I’ll never get my cupcakes if I let you stay with her,” Ethan said, shooing West out of the kitchen.

  Watching him walk out, I saw Ethan staring at me.

  “What is it?” I asked, seeing the disapproving look on his face.

  His stare made me nervous, so my hand immediately flew to my necklace.

  “You guys are exhausting. One minute you’re frigid and the next you’re steaming. It’s not healthy or normal for that matter,” he said, poorly frosting the bare cupcakes.

  “I know. But I can’t stay away from him, Ethan. I’m trying my hardest to resist him. He won’t let me.’

  That was half true. He wouldn’t let me let go. But in all honesty I didn’t want to let go. He was the best part of my day for so long.

  “Listen, I want you to be epically happy and I know you want that with West. But in order for that to happen you have to accept his flaws. Sure, he’s an idiot and says all the wrong things at all the wrong times but he’s crazy over you. He’s gonna screw up a lot. But so will you. And I know he pushes you away and then pulls you back in but he wants to try for you. He wants to be with you, Maddie,” Ethan said, walking over and rubbing my shoulder.

  To throw a love story like ours away would have been tragic. I knew that. But having my heart stepped on for the third time would hurt like hell. I didn’t know what to do.

  I wanted to wake up to his face every morning. And I wanted him to take me to bed every night. I wanted it all with him. But the thing I didn’t want was the one feeling I had about him that I hated.

  It was the feeling that one morning I would wake up and he wouldn’t be there. And that he wouldn’t be there to take me to bed every night. But worst of all was the thought of wanting it all with him and if he left I would have nothing.

  I loved him too deeply. He was the air I breathed and as great as that feeling was when we were together. It made me that much more lonely when we weren’t.

  “Are you ready to take these out? Emma was like a second from eating the table when I came in here. I didn’t know pregnancy turned you into a zombie,” Ethan asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “Yeah. But can I ask you one question?”

  “Anything.”

  “Do you think he loves me?”

  “There’s not a doubt in my mind. And Maddie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s the real kind of love. The kind people would die for. The kind people search their whole lives for. Ya’ll found that young. You’re never supposed to let that go,” He said, lifting the plate from the counter, “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Anything,” I said, mimicking him.

  “Do you love him?”

  “I love him more than anything in the entire world.”

  “Let’s go join them. And don’t tell anyone about this heart to heart. West and Roman just quit calling me Oprah. Tell them I helped you lift something heavy,” he said, walking out of the kitchen.

  Laughing, I followed him into the living room. Sitting the cupcakes on the table, I saw West reach for one.

  He ran his finger through the frosting and licked it.

  “This frosting is really good, Angel. But is this a
different batch than the one I tasted in the kitchen?” he asked, licking his lips.

  “Yeah, I ran out of that one,” I told him, turning away from him.

  We watched what must have been a million movies with everyone laughing and joking. I tried my hardest to focus on the movies and my friends, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. And I couldn’t get the kitchen out of my mind.

  Feeling my phone buzz, I checked it and saw a text message.

  West- Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.

  Feeling the heat rush to my cheeks, I quickly put my phone away hoping no one seen me looking at it like a love-struck girl.

  A girl who may have just had sticky oral sex on her pregnant best friend’s kitchen counter with her hot tatted up and pierced ex.

  Yep. That happened.

  Looking up, I saw them all staring at me.

  Damn.

  “Did someone just send you a nude?” Grace asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

  I didn’t answer, I just smiled.

  “Oh snap, they did. Didn’t they? Who was it? Was it Luca? Is he cut? Is it big?” she asked, going into full on gossip grace mode.

  Roman and Ethan laughed so hard I thought they were going to pass out.

  “She wouldn’t know if Luca is big, Gracie. She’s never seen him naked,” West said through gritted teeth.

  “Oh, get over yourself. She probably has,” Emma said, rubbing her belly.

  “I haven’t seen Luca naked and it wasn’t a nude. Why is everyone so interested in me?”

  “Because everyone is always interested in the most beautiful girl in the room,” West said, staring into my soul.

  My mind went blank. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be but he could also be toxic.

  Very toxic.

  “Screw you, West. I’m the most beautiful girl in the room. Tell him, Roman,” Emma said, letting her violent hormones take over.

  “Emma Everly is the most beautiful girl in the world and I’m the luckiest man ever,” Roman said, before placing a cute little kiss on her nose.

  “I’m so the beautiful girl in this room. I can’t help it,” Grace said, flicking West off.

  “I’m with Grace on that one,” Ethan said, trying to score brownie points with Grace.

  “Yeah, you would say that since you’re trying to get in her pants,” Emma said, pointing at him.