Number Eleven

Chapter 8.

Oakley POV

As I've mentioned, parties aren't really my scene. The whole idea of it brings back memories I try to keep away but seeing Ava let go like this and be herself, it's worth it. 

Fuck, I'm making myself want to puke over here.

I was dragged onto the dance floor what seems like hours ago, and since then I've watched her down a s**t ton of tequila shots. It was only when she tried pushing me to lie down on the table to do a body shot, I decided it was time to cut her off.

That was half an hour ago. As for right now, we're dancing to some random EDM song that I've never heard before. Ava has her arms looped around the back of my neck, and her ass pressed flat up against my crotch as she moves her hips to the beat of the music.

If I don't move her off me now, I'm going to burst a hole right through my jeans.

With my arms resting lightly on her hips, I gently spin her around so that we're face to face, our eyes meeting as I pull her up against me. I let my gaze drop to her lips as soon as she takes her bottom one between her teeth.

She has no idea how sexy she is.

My hand moves and before I register what's happening, I have her warm cheek resting against the palm of my hand while my thumb runs along the length of her bottom lip. "Don't bite your lip, Ava."

The statement ends up coming out as more of a growl than anything, but I know it doesn't bother her in her drunken state when I notice her pupils start to dilate.

Wait, drunken state? f**k! She's drunk you ass hole.

I didn't realize how close we really were until I've yanked myself back a few steps.

I see the rejection flash through her eyes immediately, "Ava I---" She holds up her hand and presses it against my chest as if to tell me to shut up before she takes a deep breath and looks at me with a newfound fire in her eyes, "Why won't you kiss me? I know for a fact you are attracted to me, I felt how attracted you are to me. So why won't you do it already?" Her arms flailing around while she tries to tell me off makes her look more adorable than angry. 

God, she's a breath of fresh air.

The s**t-eating grin that's growing on my lips only seems to add gasoline to the already burning fire as she lets out a loud huff. Her eyes narrow into slits before she's turning around to heading towards the kitchen. Unfortunately for her though, my legs are much longer than hers. 

I throw her over my shoulder quickly before she gets very far and move us both towards the front door.

Once I make it through the house and to the front yard, I set her softly down on her feet.

"I'm not leaving until you kiss me, dammit!" she yells,  jabbing her finger into my chest. 

Hopefully, she won't remember this breakdown tomorrow morning. 

"Looks like you don't really have a choice now, do you?" I smirk, standing with my arms crossed. 

The frown that moves onto her lips is enough to make me pull her into me and wrap my arms around her waist.

"I'm not kissing you while you're drunk and have a chance of not even remembering it. It isn't because I don't want to. I'm trying to be the good guy here and not take advantage of you." 

"Okay, that's sweet and all, but I can make my own decisions and I decide that I want you to kiss me." She pulls back to put her hands on her hips, as she tries once again to intimidate me.

"I know you can, but your judgment is clouded right now. Let yourself get to know me first, beautiful. I'm taking you home."

"What about Morgan? I have to let her know I'm leaving." She turns to head back inside, but I grab her arm and pull her back against my chest. "I'll text Matt and let him know where you are. Now let me take you home. My trucks down the street, can you walk there or do you need another ride?"

"I could sure use a ride, just not on your back."

Fuck Ava, you're not helping me right now.

"Good to know," I smirk before leaning down and grabbing underneath her thighs as I carry her bridal style to my truck.

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I gently shake her awake when I pull up outside my apartment.

When I texted Matt to let him know I was taking Ava home, he very eagerly responded not to take her back to her place, but to mine so that him and Morgan could be alone. Now with him living in a dorm with a roommate, I can see why he would jump at the opportunity, and honestly, I don't mind having Ava at my place so I quickly agreed.

"Leave me alone. I'm sleeping," she whispers before shoving my hands away and closing her eyes. I chuckle and decide just to carry her again.

Setting her down on the brown carpet outside my apartment, I unlock my door and lead her through the darkness to my bedroom.

"Sit on the bed while I find you some clothes to change into," I say before grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of the smallest sweatpants I can find and handing them over to her. "You can change into these. I'll be in the bathroom until you're done."

She grabs them gently before I head to my bathroom to get ready for bed myself.

Five minutes later, I hear her yell "All clear" through the door.

I do a double-take when I walk out of the bathroom. 

She looked beautiful earlier, but I think I'll take this any day. 

She's laying on her back with her ankles crossed with nothing on but one of my old hockey shirts and a pair of red lace panties that I can see peeking out between her legs. I allow my gaze to run up her crossed ankles, to her long toned legs, the hard n*****s poking against the fabric of the shirt and don't stop until my eyes lock on her slightly pursed lips. 

I watch as she rolls over onto her right side and props herself up on her elbow, not taking her eyes off me the whole time.

Fuck she's been checking me out too, and from the f**k me eyes she's giving me, at least I know she likes what she sees.

I rip my eyes off her and let out a cough through the s****l tension-filled air. "Time to get in bed beautiful; it's way too late to be awake."

She diverts her eyes and smirks at me before turning around and bending over to reach for the covers. My eyes attack her ass as she shakes it slightly while pulling back the black blanket that covers my bed. I feel all the blood rushing down towards my groin and know I'll be sporting more than a halfy soon if she doesn't get under that blanket now.

I was wrong when I called them red panties; they are not panties. They are nothing more than a strip of fabric. A strip of fabric I want to rip to shreds with my teeth.

"Ava. Under the covers now." I'm aware my voice has dropped into a mere growl as I'm losing my self-control fast and she knows it. How could it not when I have to stand here and stare at her in nothing but my shirt shaking her perfectly round ass for me?

"Fine brouchy gear." She crawls under the blankets and flops down on her back with a loud huff before sleep starts to catch up with her.

I walk over beside the bed and lean down. "Goodnight beautiful." 

Leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, I turn to leave the room and hear her mumble a goodnight before she starts falling asleep.

Deciding to set up my bed on the couch, I yank an extra blanket and pillow out of the closet before I lay on my back and try not to think of the beautiful women sleeping in my bed.