Get Off on the Pain(49)

He grabs my hand and I pull him behind me, making my way toward the dance floor. As soon as we find an empty spot his hands wrap around my waist and we both move to the slow rhythm of the music.

I feel him grinding behind me as his warm breath heats my ear. It feels nice, but I have to admit . . . it does nothing for me; not like having Memphis close. When Memphis is near I’m lucky if I can even breathe. I feel as if I can just melt into his body and forget about everything else in this fucked up world. He gives me this odd mixture of ease and peacefulness, while still making me feel . . . alive.

I feel Trevor’s lips brush under my ear as he whispers, “You feel so good in my arms. You’re damn sexy, Lyric. You belong with a man like me . . . not someone like Memphis.” His grip on me tightens, causing me to feel his erection pressed against my ass.

He grinds his hips a few times, pulling me as close as possible, to ensure that I feel what I’m doing to him. I’ll admit it’s sexy, but I have a feeling that every other girl does the same thing to him and that just makes it less appealing. A girl wants to feel different than the rest. We all have the same thing between our legs, but who wants to feel like a damn number? Memphis never makes me feel this way. It’s one thing that drew me to him to begin with.

Spinning in his arms, I place my hands on his chest for a little space. “Take it easy, killer. I agreed to a dance, not to fucking you on the dance floor.”

He lifts an eyebrow, amused. “So you prefer to fuck me somewhere else?”

I let out a humorless laugh and shake my head. “If you prefer to have your dick ripped off opposed to keeping it intact, then yes.” I press my hands harder against his chest and give him a little shove. “Back off a bit, Trevor. Maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

He raises his hands and takes a step back, playfully. “Fuck, you’re feisty. I like it.” I have a feeling that his last shot has kicked in, because there’s now a slight slur to his words. It’s making me uncomfortable. “Come here.” He reaches for my hips, but I shove him back again, causing him to steel his jaw in annoyance. “Calm down,” he says rigidly.

I swallow hard as I look at him, trying to read him. I’m starting to notice that whenever he drinks he gets a bit pushy. I should’ve known from our first encounter at the fight that night. He did reek of beer from what I remember. Now I get it: why Memphis told me he’s no good for me. I always like to judge for myself though, so I gave him a chance. Now I’m done.

“I’m getting out of here.” I walk through the small crowd and over to the table to grab my jacket.

“Whoa . . . wait a minute.” I hear Trevor close in behind me as I slip my jacket on. “It’s still early.”

“It may be early, but it’s too late for you.” I push his hand away as he reaches out to grab my jacket. “Back the fuck off, Trevor.” I raise my voice, letting him know how seriously pissed off I am right now. “I’m out. Leave me alone. Go get another drink. I’m sure you can find some girl here that likes your stupid drunken ass. It’s not me. It’s a complete turn off actually.”

I push my way outside and tense up as I feel the cool rain hit my skin. Trevor is following behind me, on my ass the whole way, and not getting the damn hint. Is he really this stupid . . . or just that drunk?

I stop beside the door and look around me. I realize that it’s probably a really crappy idea to walk home in the cold rain, but it’s probably better than being alone with him. I really don’t want to have to break my hand on his pretty face.

“Get in my car. I’ll take you home.” Trevor backs me up against the wall of the bar, placing his hands above my head. My whole body is quivering from the cool rain, and all I really want to do is go back inside, but I won’t. I’m leaving whether he likes it or not.

“No. I’m good.” I try to move around him, but he keeps his hands firmly planted in place. “Trevor,” I growl out. “Move out of my way. Now.”

He hits the wall above my head in anger, startling me. I hate myself for flinching. I’m stronger than that. “How the hell are you going to get home? It’s raining.” He motions around us before replacing his arm against the wall. “I’m fine. Just let me drive you. Let’s go.”

“No, you’re drunk. Just move out of my way.” I shove him as hard as I can a few times, but he’s so big that it barely fazes him. I try once more to move under his arm, but it doesn’t work. “Move, Trevor!”

Out of nowhere, he suddenly gets pushed out of my way and slammed up against the side of the building.