The Zombie Zovels (Book 4): Missouri Madness, page 15
"I think...I'm still cold, fetch me that blanket, please."
Drew sighed and sat up and picked up the blanket from the end of the bed and covered me over with it.
"Thanks."
"You sure that's what you wanted to say?"
"Uh-huh." I held the blanket up to my chin and tried to ignore Drew's wandering hand.
His hand smoothed over my leg and slipped between my thighs and I gasped when he brushed his thumb over the front of my panties. "Drew!"
"What?" he said evenly like he had no idea what he had just done.
"Stop it," I laughed quietly, moving his hand away because it tickled too much.
It took all of three seconds before he was pestering me again, his hand sliding under my t-shirt and groping my breasts.
"Drew, stop." I whispered.
"Why?"
"Because this is too confusing for me. I don't think it's a good idea."
"How is it confusing?"
"I don't know what I want right now."
"You want Lane?" he grunted.
"No...I don't know. I mean, no...but my head is a mess."
"Ok, can I ask you something?" Drew said, his fingers dancing across my tummy.
"Yes." I replied as his fingers slid under the waistband of my panties.
"Drew, no." I breathed, but I didn't stop him this time.
I was mad at Lane and I guess I wasn't thinking straight. Drew slipped a finger inside me and I softly moaned, trying to keep quiet. He slipped another finger in and I turned my head to look at him and opened my mouth to him and he slid his tongue in and kissed me.
"Do you want Lane right now?" he asked, breaking the kiss, pulling his fingers out of me and rubbing my sensitive bud.
"No." I responded honestly.
"Ok, next question," he said, removing his hand from my panties and I whined in frustration. "Do you want me right now?" he husked as I tried to grab his hand and move it back to my panties but he wouldn't let me.
"Drew, please!" I begged.
"It's an easy question, Pretty."
"Yes! Yes, I want you right now and no one else."
Drew smirked and made a move to kiss me but I suddenly realized something, and I stopped him this time, placing my hands on his chest.
"But we can't with Sophie and Hutch just in the next room." I whispered.
"They're probably already asleep. Stop panicking." He tried to kiss me again.
"But what if they hear us?" I asked, embarrassed.
"It won't matter. You should hear them, it was like a porno the other night."
"Drew!" I laughed quietly.
Drew tried to kiss me again and I let him and he quickly covered my body with his. I ran my hands up his back and laced them into his hair as our tongues explored each other's mouths. This kiss was different, it wasn't rushed, or frantic, it was deep and passionate and it made me forget about Lane. I was feeling tired until Drew touched me and now all I wanted was to feel him inside me. It would be the first time I hadn't been drunk with him, no wonder I was nervous.
"Stop shaking." Drew soothed, brushing a piece of hair away from my eyes.
"I can't help it, you make me nervous." I said honestly.
"Don't be, you have nothing to worry about when you're with me."
He kissed my neck and cupped my breast under my t-shirt.
"I want this off." he said, pushing my t-shirt up my body and pulling it over my head. He then ducked down and sucked on my nipple, swirling his tongue over it, and leaving a hickey on the side of my breast. I didn't try to stop him, I already had one on my neck, what was one more? I noticed my breasts felt a little sore for some reason, maybe I was finally going to get my period.
Drew looked up at me with a grin on his face.
"What?" I asked, smiling down at him.
"Nothing...I just like leaving my mark on you."
"Ok, as long as you don't get the urge to pee on me we're good." I responded.
Drew chuckled and I felt his fingers gently trying to pull my panties down so I helped him push them down my legs and then I kicked them away. I was completely naked. Drew still had his boxers on.
We started to kiss again but I pulled away when I remembered something.
"Wait...um, do you have anything? I can't get pregnant. I know we were kinda drunk the last two times but we need to be more careful."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just get carried away when I'm with you." He kissed my nose and jumped out of the bed. He crouched down next to his bag and pulled out a foil packet from the side pocket. He sat on the edge of the bed and slid his boxers down. My tummy was doing somersaults and I felt giggly and nervous at the same time. As he rolled the condom on, I sat up and kissed his shoulder.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do." Drew looked over his shoulder at me.
"It's not like this is our first time." I teased.
"First time sober." Drew reminded me.
"I want to." I assured.
"Ok." He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before climbing into bed with me. I let Drew lead the way, I was still a little nervous and suddenly didn't know what to do.
He knew exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to be, nudging my legs apart with his hand and positioning himself between my thighs. He leaned down and kissed me again and I held his face in my hands, feeling him at my entrance. I gasped a little when he suddenly pushed into me. I relaxed onto the pillow and let Drew do as he pleased, sliding in and out of me at his own pace, kissing my neck, kissing my breasts, my lips.
"I love you." he breathed, pushing into me again a little harder and crushing his mouth to mine.
I wanted to say it back but I chickened out again. He continued to tell me how much he loved me and how I was his everything.
We made love long into the night, it felt intimate, meaningful, and wasn't just some quick romp under the covers, it was everything. I couldn't explain it but this time felt different, something was different between us, and I knew there was no coming back from this...an unbreakable bond had formed between us. After, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter 17
I woke up suddenly.
(Bang! Bang! Thud!)
Huh? I panicked for all of three seconds, thinking I was in the outside world, and the deadbies had found me, and then I realized I was inside Eden and it couldn't be deadbies, not unless they had broken in. I heard someone swearing and crashing into something outside and realized it was a human banging on the door. I checked the spot next to me but Drew was gone and the trailer was dark. I quickly grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head and swung my legs onto the floor and just as I stood up Drew appeared from the shadows, pulling a t-shirt over his head, and it scared the life out of me.
"You scared me! Don't do that!" I scolded. "Who is outside making all that noise?" I asked.
"Your boyfriend." Drew said coldly.
"What? Lane is outside?" I started to walk to the door when Sophie and Hutch appeared and blocked my way.
"What is going on? It's 3.40 in the morning!" Hutch groaned, scratching his head that had crazy bed hair.
"Alex!" Lane called from on the other side of the door.
We all looked at the door.
"Is that Lane, he sounds drunk?" Sophie said.
"What does he want?" Hutch asked as Lane banged on the door again. "And can someone please make him stop!" Hutch groaned.
"Move, I'll take care of it." I said, squeezing past Sophie and Hutch.
"Alex, I don't think that's a good-" Drew started coming after me.
I quickly unlocked the door before he could stop me and swung it open.
Lane stumbled backward off the step and fell over a deckchair.
Yup, definitely human, and very drunk.
Sophie had a flashlight in her hands and was shining it over my shoulder at Lane and she had managed to blind him and that's why he had fallen off the steps.
"Sophie!" I hissed.
"Oh, sorry!" she said, lowering the flashlight.
"Lane, what are you doing?" I sighed, jogging down the steps to help him.
He looked a mess. His face was all blotchy as though he had been crying and there was something wet down the front of his t-shirt and from the smell of it I guessed he had thrown up recently.
"I'm going back to bed." Hutch grumbled from somewhere inside the trailer.
Lane tried to stand up and put his hand out to lean on the trailer but he completely missed and fell over a potted plant.
I went over to help him. Even though I was still mad at him and hurting, I wasn't a complete monster. Right now he needed me.
I helped him up off the ground and he straight away tried to kiss me, taking my face in his hands.
"Whoa!" I placed my hands firmly on his chest and pushed him back.
He fell into the trailer and hung his head and covered his face with his hands.
"Come on, let's get you back to your trailer, ok?" I said, pulling his hands away from his face and taking hold of his arm but he stumbled forward onto his knees, taking me with him.
Sophie hurried over to us wearing some kind of skimpy lace lingerie that she obviously slept in, and helped me lift Lane off the ground again.
"Do you want me to help you get him back to his trailer?" Sophie asked, peering around Lane at me.
"No, I should be ok. We might fall down a few times but we'll make it." I said not wanting her to go out in what she was wearing as she would most likely fall out of her top. I was only in a t-shirt and panties but at least nothing was going to fall out.
"Ok." Sophie smiled softly at Lane and let go of his arm.
I started to lead Lane away when I saw Drew leaning against the trailer wall, arms crossed, just watching us. Sophie smacked him on the shoulder and gestured for him to help me and stomped up the steps.
"Don't help or anything." I huffed, glaring at Drew.
Drew grunted and marched over to us and took Lane's other arm and started hauling him in the direction of his trailer and I quickly lifted Lane's arm over my shoulder and hurried to keep up with Drew. They both had longer legs than me and Drew was in a hurry to get Lane back to his trailer, and Lane was so drunk I didn't think he even knew Drew was holding onto his arm and pulling him along. When we arrived at Lane's trailer I let go of his arm and left him with Drew and hurried up to the door. I tried the handle but it was locked so I had no choice but to knock.
After a few more knocks and Nick yelling "Give me a minute!" as he fumbled around with the lock, the door finally opened. Nick looked me up and down and then glanced over my shoulder at Drew holding onto Lane.
"You better bring him inside." Nick said and moved aside for us.
I let Drew carry Lane up the steps first and then I followed them inside.
"Ugh. What is that smell?" Nick asked.
"I think he got sick on his t-shirt." I said as Drew dumped Lane on the couch under the windows.
Lane slumped back and rested his head on the window ledge.
"I'm supposed to be up early, now I have to babysit this idiot." Nick grumbled.
"Just go back to bed, Nick. I'll deal with it."
Nick just nodded his head, glanced at Drew and went back into the little bedroom.
"Ugh...I feel sick." Lane leaned forward, holding his stomach.
"Great." I muttered, quickly taking the bowl out of the sink over to him and shoving it under his nose just in time because he started throwing up. Drew leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms, frowning, staring at the floor.
When Lane had finished I took the bowl from him and left it on the floor while I went over to the sink and went about filling another bowl with water and dipping some paper towels into the water.
"You should go back to the trailer. I'll be fine." I told Drew.
I couldn't leave Lane like this. I was worried he would choke on his own vomit or something.
"No, there's no way I'm leaving you alone with him."
"It's not like he can do anything, he can hardly see straight." I shook my head and went back to Lane and cleaned his mouth and helped him out of his disgusting t-shirt. I left him on the couch and emptied the bowl of sick into the neighbor's flowerbed and rinsed it off in their bird bath, and hurried back inside.
Drew was sitting on the counter, searching through the overhead cabinet, helping himself to whatever he found. I ignored him when he held out a bag of chips to me. I went into the bedroom and found Lane a clean t-shirt and then I struggled to get the thing on him.
"I'm so so-sorry, Alex." Lane slurred.
"It's ok, Lane." I lied. It wasn't ok, but I knew I couldn't say that when Lane was a drunk, emotional mess.
"Yoooou hate me?"
"I don't hate you." I replied.
"Do you still luuuurve me?" he said, leaning closer, trying to focus on my face.
I glanced at Drew and found him watching me. This was awkward. It would have been better if Drew had gone back to the trailer.
"Alleeeeey, do you still love me?" he asked, poking me in the arm.
"Let's talk about this tomorrow, yeah?" I patted his shoulder.
"You fucking hate me, don't you?" he cried, and then the tears started.
"No. I don't hate you. I was a little mad, but I don't hate you."
Liar liar pants on fire. I was livid when I found out. Just the very thought of Lane and Meghan had me balling my fists. The others I couldn't care less about, but Meghan was horrible to me back at the prison, she walked around like she owned the place and I was just something she had trod in, and the whole time she was off with Lane behind my back. Of course, I hated him when I found out, I never wanted to speak to him again, but how could I not forgive him, especially when he was a sobbing mess on my lap?
"I'm so-sorry. It was a mis-mistake." Lane exclaimed with his head in my lap.
"Which one was a mistake? All fifty of them?" Drew said and a dark chuckle escaped him.
I shot him a look and he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.
"I never loved any of them...it was just a bit of fun."
I bit the inside of my cheek, stopping myself from getting into an argument with him right now. Just a bit of fun? Was he saying I wasn't fun? I just kept my mouth shut and stroked his head, running my fingers through his blond waves.
How could we ever get over this? Simple answer: we couldn't. We were damaged beyond repair now. I thought what I had done with Drew was a mistake and I was planning to ask Lane to forgive me and we could hopefully move on, but now after his revelation yesterday I didn't think that was possible anymore. I could feel Drew watching me from the corner of his eye and I tried to ignore him. I really wished he would just go.
"Alleeeey," Lane whined.
"What? I'm right here." I looked down at him.
"Do you forgive me? Please forgive me, I promise I'll never do it again."
"Famous last words," Drew muttered and I pretended not to hear him.
Lane looked up at me with a pair of puppy dog eyes and I thawed out a little.
"I'm sorry," he started to say again.
"Shh, I know, it's ok. Shh!" I soothed him.
"You're not mad anymore?"
"No, I'm not mad." I shook my head.
I was mad but I'd pretend just for tonight and then maybe tomorrow we could talk properly.
"Do you still love me?" he asked seriously.
I hesitated and I saw the panic in his eyes.
"Of course I still love you, Lane." I replied honestly.
Yes, I was still mad, but I still loved him. Lane and I had a long list of 'firsts' together, he was my first serious boyfriend that had lasted more than three months, the first person I slept with, the first person I fell in love with, and the first person I let into my life after my parents died.
"You and me are supposed to be together. I'll make it up to you, just give me another chance. We can be happy again." Lane said, his eyes closing as he drifted off.
I just smiled softly, remembering the time we had spent together, the memories, the fun we had together, and how much I loved him.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Drew jumped off the counter. "He's a liar, Alex. You told me yourself that he's a player, he hasn't changed. He'll do it again!"
"Shh!" I carefully lifted Lane's head off my lap and settled him down on the couch and pulled a blanket over him.
"You cannot seriously be thinking about going back to that cheating asshole?"
"He said it was a mistake, and drunk people don't normally lie. Those girls meant nothing to him."
"Can you hear yourself right now?" Drew laughed darkly. "The first time it was a mistake, the second time it was Lane being a cheating asshole and he was only thinking with his dick."
"I've known Lane longer than you, we were together on our own for a really long time, he knows everything about me and vice versa-"
"You didn't know he was cheating on you, so not everything."
"What we have is more than a crush-"
"What you have?! So you are thinking about going back to him." Drew shook his head.
"Drew, please-"
"No!" Drew held his hand up and walked to the door. "I don't wanna hear it. I thought you were smarter than this, you know he'll only do it again, a leopard never changes its spots. But if that's what you want, to have someone you can never trust again, someone that clearly doesn't give a shit about you, then you can have each other. I'm done, Alex." Drew barked and threw the door open and disappeared into the night.
I closed the door and sighed quietly. Drew was mad, but he'd come around, right? He wouldn't actually leave, would he? I picked up the bag of chips Drew was eating before and slid into the seat next to the table and rested my head on my hands for a few moments, feeling miserable, and tired.
In front of me, there was a notebook and a pen. I pulled it across the table and flipped it open, inside there were lots of numbers and a bunch of science stuff that made no sense to me and I knew Nick must have written it all down. I turned to a fresh page and picked up the pen. Drew wouldn't listen to me right now but maybe he would read a letter if I left it for him. I couldn't leave Lane to go and talk to Drew, we'd just end up arguing and people were still asleep, but I could leave him a quick note.
