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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
“You’re okay with this?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
“Fuck no. I’m still going to kick your ass when everything is said and done, but for now, you make sure she’s okay.”
“I’ll wait until she wakes up and then I’ll head back up to make sure shit doesn’t go down in the MC.”
“No, you stay clear until you get the all-clear from me. Do not come back. Stay with her and don’t leave her side. Do you understand me?”
“I can’t leave you without backup,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t like it one bit.
“I’ll be fine, James.”
“I can’t bear the thought of losing you, Thomas. You’re like a brother to me, man.”
“I don’t have time to stand here and argue with your stubborn ass. Let me ask you this: Do you love her?” he asked, lifting his chin and motioning toward his sister with his head.
My feelings for Izzy ran deep—deeper than they had for anyone ever before. Was it love? To be truthful with myself and him, I replied, “Yes.”
“Then keep her safe, James. I can handle the club, and Bobby will be around for help. Flash too. Now get the f**k out of here and take her home. Make sure she’s sleeping.”
“Not a problem,” I said, smiling and turning my back to get in the car.
My head jerked to the side, pain shooting across my jaw as his fist connected with my face. I turned quickly, gaping at him.
“What the f**k was that for?” I asked, rubbing my jaw.
“Keep your dick in your pants,” he said before leaving me standing outside with a stupid-ass grin on my face. “Get your f**king arm looked at too.”
“I’ll patch up my arm when I get her home,” I said, touching the wound on my arm. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t dealt with before. I could patch it up with a first aid kit and a knife.
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 f**king 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 f**ked 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 f**k 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 ass**le, 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 f**king 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 f**king you when you’re lying like that, Izzy,” James groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.