Confusing Feelings
1075 Words
Beth
Tate watched me with a sardonic smile, sensing my reluctance. He pulled me into his arms, and I slowly began to move with him. Tate could dance — and wow, he was holding me tightly as I moved my body against him, following his lead. I closed my eyes, my hips and waist moving sensually against him. He was hot. I was hotter. The pounding music carried us into a place of bliss. His warm hands drove me crazy. We stayed on the dance floor for several songs until the world started spinning in front of my eyes. I felt so dizzy.
"f**k, Beth," I heard him say. His voice seemed distant. He swept me off my feet and took me outside. In the parking lot, he set me on my feet. My head was spinning, and I felt nauseous. I doubled over, and my stomach heaved. I vomited onto the ground. To my surprise, Tate's arm was over my shoulder, not jumping back in disgust.
He led me to a secluded flowerbed gently. "Do it here," he said.
I continued to vomit, over and over again, and it was getting embarrassing. Tate didn't leave my side; his arm remained over my shoulder, and his hand gently patted my back. Once I finished, I straightened up.
"I'm sorry," I groaned, not looking at him.
"It's okay," he replied.
He tilted my chin up to face him. His expression was composed. "I'll take you home," he said.
"No, I don't want to," I shook my head.
"I'll take you to my house. Mom and Rue will take better care of you."
"No, stay with me. I want to be with you," I murmured. He raised his eyebrows, surprised.
"Me?"
"Yes. I want to have s*x tonight, please," I finally said. I was incredibly horny, and it didn't help that he was right in front of me—standing at 6'3" and undeniably hot. He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off, "If you won't, I'll find someone else."
The room was softly lit and warm. I sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He had gone into the bathroom, and I stood up when he came out, smiling as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"So, are we going to do it?" I asked.
"No, Beth. You're drunk," he replied. Rejection hit me hard, and my breath caught in my chest.
"Then why did you bring me here?"
"To make sure you don't do something stupid, like get a guy to sleep with you—" I turned on my heel to leave, but the door was locked. I turned back to him, glaring.
"Open it," I demanded.
"No," he said, and I jumped on him. He fell to the ground, and I straddled him, trying to find the passcode or some kind of key card.
"Let me out or f**k me!" I demanded, desperately searching his body for a card. Tate was laughing.
"Please," I cried, feeling my frustration rise. Suddenly, I felt something hard against my thigh. I froze on top of him and smirked.
"You're hard, f**k me,"
He sat up straight, and we were close—eye to eye, nose to nose. His gaze drifted to my neck, and slowly his mouth moved; I could feel his warm, seductive breath against my skin, making me wet with anticipation.
"No," he whispered.
"Why?"
He stood up with me in his arms and gently laid me on the soft bed, spooning me closely.
"Sleep," he said.
"Are you not attracted to me. You had a boner so.."
"Everyone is attracted to you, Beth. Especially me. You're so beautiful and confident, but I can't sleep with you for a few reasons." His voice was hoarse, sending a delightful chill down my spine.
"Please, I need this. I'm so horny," I pleaded.
"I know. I can smell you, and it's driving me and my wolf crazy, but I can't," he replied.
My eyes felt heavy with sleep. I heard him murmur something I didn't catch before I passed out in Tatum Rothwell's arms.
Tate's pov
I watched her pass out in my arms. A few stray tears continued to roll down her face. I would kill that bastard Vincent. She had caught him cheating on her. Beth could do better than him; she loved him and only wanted him to be happy. I hated it. I hated how much she smiled and sought his approval for everything.
I regretted not returning her affection when she confessed her love for me. I had been naive, thinking of her only as my sister's best friend, but now I look at her and feel things—things I have no right to feel since I have a girlfriend. I felt guilty. However, my love for Cindy is no longer the same. I find her suffocating. She doesn't give me any space, and her mistrust of me is overwhelming.
I tried to search my thoughts again, wondering how these feelings developed. Was it from the kiss we shared three months ago? She and Vincent were arguing about something, and he left her stranded in the middle of nowhere. She called little Rue to vent, but my sister was passed out on the couch, so I answered the call. Beth was upset, and when she realized it was me instead of Rue, she cursed and ended the call. Every part of me wanted to go to her, to find out what was wrong and make sure she was safe.
I eventually found her sitting alone on a bench, half-soaked and frowning. She felt so relieved to see me that she ran into my arms and hugged me tightly. That night, I took her home, and as she playfully tried to kiss my cheek, I turned my head, and our lips met. We didn't pull away instantly; instead, we moved closer, and our tongues thrusted in a passionate dance. It was electric and magical. I felt my entire body come to life. I wanted more—so much more.
My phone rang, and I already knew who was calling. I let it ring, feeling numb. I held the woman closer against my chest and kissed her hair.
Whatever confusing feelings I had right now, I needed them to disappear. I had to focus on my relationship with Cindy. I promised not to hurt her.
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