Resist Me(63)

I pulled away as he closed the door, leaving them behind and speeding toward Izzy’s before she woke.





Chapter 17 - Dreams





I squinted, covering my eyes as I cracked open an eye. Everything in my body ached. My head throbbed and my stomach churned—both casualties of having overindulged the night before. Reaching out, I grabbed a spare pillow and yanked, trying to cover my face. The pillow didn’t move, stopped by something heavy. Turning, I saw him. I had to still be fucking drunk.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked to my side again and saw James sprawled out and naked at my side. The sheet had slipped below his waist, showing off a very erect and hungry-looking cock.

I turned away, staring at the ceiling and wondering exactly how fucked up I had been. I didn’t remember him coming over—or even inviting him, for that matter. I bit my lip while trying to remember the events of the previous night.

I remembered leaving the club with help from Mia, and the girls bringing me inside. I didn’t remember the car ride at all. Although hazy, I remembered them leaving me dressed on the couch before I heard the door close.

How the fuck had James gotten here? Did I have sex with him again and this time didn’t actually remember it?

Covering my face with both hands, I played the night before back like a movie. Drinks, home, sleep…and then Green Eyes. I’d thought I’d dreamt him showing up in my house and scooping me off the couch, but I hadn’t.

The churning in my stomach increased as liquid climbed my throat. After rolling out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I grabbed the toilet, not bothering to lift the lid before I emptied the contents that were coming out one way or another.

Heaving over and over again, I prayed for something cool and comforting. As the urge to throw up passed, I rested my head against the cool plastic toilet seat. “I’ll never drink like that again,” I whispered. “Just make me feel better and I’ll swear off alcohol forever,” I promised God, even though I knew it was a vow I wouldn’t be able to keep.

Moaning, I sprawled out on the tile floor, resting my cheek against the cold surface. I hated being cold, but right now, it was the only thing I craved. My body was covered in sweat and I felt like I was on fire. When I closed my eyes, the only sound I heard was my breathing as I wished for death or sleep. Anything was better than how awful I felt.

“Up you go, beautiful,” James said as he scooped me into his arms.

“Leave me here,” I whispered, wishing for the cold tile instead of the heat from his body. “I wanna die.”

“Shh. I’ll make you feel better,” he whispered, feathering kisses against my forehead.

“Don’t even think about sex,” I groaned, lifting my head to look at him.

He wrinkled his brows and smirked. “I’m not an asshole, doll. It wasn’t even a thought in my mind.”

“What’s that poking me in the ass?” I said, laying my head against his chest.

“My dick has a mind of its own.” He laughed, gently placing me in my bed and pulling up the blankets.

I touched his arm, running my fingers along the bandage. “What happened?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Izzy. Just a small wound,” he said, cupping his bicep in his hand.

I kicked at the sheets, using all my energy to keep the heat at bay. “I’m so fucking hot. I don’t want blankets,” I whined, moving the sheets off my body and sprawled out stark naked.

“Kinda hard not to think about fucking you when you’re lying like that, Izzy,” James groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.

“Stop looking and make yourself useful.” I closed my eyes and motioned for him to go away.

“What would you like, mistress?” he asked, a lightness in his voice.

“Fetch me something cold, and medicine for my head.” I dismissed him with my hand as the corners of my lips twitched. I wanted to laugh but stayed in character. The playful side of James was something I hadn’t really experienced before, but I sure as fuck liked it.

“How about I grab a giant fan and keep a cool breeze flowing across your skin?”

I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of James standing at the end of my bed, naked as the day he was born, with a smile on his face.

“Leave me in peace. Go fetch my things,” I demanded, throwing my arm across my face to block out the light.

“Right away.”

I moved my arm, making space enough for me to watch him walk away. I giggled softly as his beautifully naked ass strutted toward the door. He looked over his shoulder and winked, catching me peeking at him. I didn’t have the energy, or else I would’ve thrown a pillow at him before he walked out.