Never Get Enough (Enough #1) (9 page)

Jace laughs at this and I smile not ever minding Bray’s possessive manner. I’ve always been his so why try to fight that now
that we’re together. “Come on, Mr.Possessive, let’s get to the party so at least I can get laid. I don’t know what you two are getting up to nowadays, but I bet you aren’t just playing go fish at the dining room table every night.” I blush at that, thinking of all we’ve been doing to please each other, and what we have done even on the dining room table. Bray still doesn’t want to push me too fast too soon, but we’ve been touching each other all the time and giving each other a lot of orgasms. I can’t wait till we are sharing it all with each other, but I also understand that Bray doesn’t want me to feel overwhelmed or rushed into something too fast. I do love him even more for it, but I’m getting sick of waiting when I just want to be with him in every way.

“Come on, baby doll,” Bray walks me along beside him to the garage and opens the passenger door to his Range Rover for me.
Jace jumps in the back. We don’t know how muddy some of the field parties can be so he said we would need his four wheel drive. He always normally drives when we are together anyway. He says I tend to drive like Jeff Gordon on the last lap of Talladega all the time. I just think it’s fun to go fast and I have the horsepower for it. Grandma or should I say Bray doesn’t agree.

I plug my
iPod in and we start dancing all silly to my party playlist while we drive to pick up Cole and Hampton from her house. I was showing an exaggerated smack that and make it rain move to Bray and Jace, they could not get enough of it. “I’m sorry, baby doll, but you making it rain is about the funniest shit I’ve ever seen. You are so not gangsta. I love you being all crazy.” I smile over at him and just want to jump in his lap. “I just want it to be like this all the time, us just laughing and having fun. I love that you will sing and dance to songs with me, Bray, and I love that you don’t make fun of me for being silly. I’ve always been grateful that whatever else my mother’s put me through, she at least chose to marry your dad. Even though she didn’t know it, she gave me you.” He just looks over at me and squeezes my hand tightly in his.

We pull up to at Hampton’s house and they both come out looking happy and a little buzzed already. “Hey sexy lady!” Hampton slurs to me and tries to get in the passenger’s seat to sit with me. Bray shakes his head, “No, Hampton, if I don’t get to share a seat with my girl neither do you. Sit in the back with Jace and Cole.” She closes the door and climbs in the seat right behind me. Protesting the whole time but I can’t really understand all she is sayin
g because she’s already drunk not just buzzed. Why is she drunk before we are even at the party?

Bray raises his eyebrows at Cole and asks, “Why’d you guys get shitfaced before we even picked you up, man?” Cole shakes his head and say
s, “I didn’t, man. I went over early and her parents went to dinner so we had sex in her shower. Then she was getting ready and drinking some wine. Now I think she’s just had a little too much and needs to eat something before she drinks anymore. So can we stop at the Burger Shack so she can get a little food into her?”

I nod and say, “Of course we can stop. The party will be going on all night and it is barely nine now. We have plenty of time and I didn’t really eat anything before we left the house either. Is that alright wi
th you, Bray?” He smiles and says, “Anything you want is alright with me, baby.” We pull up to the Burger Shack, and Cole helps Hampton walk inside. I sit down with her and the boys go to order us some food.

Hampton is just talking about how great the shower sex with Cole
was and what they did, and I’m trying to pretend like I’m listening but not retain any of the information that seems too detailed for me, especially anything to do with the size of Cole’s dick. All of the sudden I feel eyes on me and look up into the hostile eyes of a skinny bottled blond with a low cut dress and stiletto heels on. She has a pretty face but right now it is morphed into an expression that is meant to be scary but comes off as constipated.

She glares at me and says, “Hey, it looks like you don’t recognize me, but I dated Brayden last year. I just wanted to let you know that he was by f
ar the best I ever had and I’m not giving up on getting back with him. I heard you two were together, but just by looking at you I can tell you are a little prude. He likes it wild in the bedroom, honey, and you might be as pretty as a picture, but that won’t be enough for him for long. My name is Davis Jennings and you’ll wish you never stole my man.”

I just felt angry that I had to hear and deal with this. Angry that Bray slept with anybody but especially somebody low class enough to come confront me and give me details about it. I wanted to punch her in the mouth, but also didn’t want to give her the victory of seeing a reaction. “Thank you for the information you were so kind to share, but as of right now we are
together. I’m not interested in any details about your relationship that’s over. I know it had to have been a while ago so get over it and leave me alone, please.”

Finally, Bray started to approach the table and did a double take at Davis. He then proceeded to just knock chairs, people, and tables out of the way to get to us faster. He got there and looked at Davis and asked, “What the fuck are you doing talking to my girlfriend. Leave me the fuck alone or I will get a restraining order on you!” Whoa, so that’s a relief. At least there seems to be no leftover feeling
s from their relationship for him. He just wanted her gone. “Baby, don’t be like that,” she cooed, “you know we were so good together. I was just telling your girl how you are so wild in the bedroom that she probably couldn’t handle you. You know I would let you do anything to me.” I can see Bray breathing hard at this point, and he seems as angry as me.

He will still be in trouble later just for giving this slut the time of day before we were together, but at least he seems to despise her now. “Get the hell out of here, Davis. You are not worth
y to even look at my girlfriend. I’ve loved her for forever, and you and I were nothing but a couple of drunken hookups when I wasn’t yet able to be with the girl I really wanted. That is all you will ever be. Go find a guy fool enough to give you the time of day. That sure as shit won’t ever be me again.”

She must be made of stone because all of Bray’s rant didn’t even faze her. She just smiled at him then looked at me and taunted, “I’ll probably see you at the field, Bray. Maybe
we can hook up later.” She slipped out after that as quick as she came in, and I could tell Bray wanted to go after her but not sure what he could actually do. He couldn’t hit her and I didn’t want him to be alone with her anyway.

Hampton had her he
ad down on the table, and I’m not even sure if she even caught any of what just happened. She must have had even more wine than we thought. Bray sat down beside me, and I could tell he was waiting for me to say something. I was at a loss for what to say though. Davis had upset me, and I hated thinking of him being with her in a way he hadn’t even let happen between us. I knew he had slept with other girls, but I had never had it shoved in my face and confronted with it. I was also nervous about what Davis had said. What if I wasn’t wild enough for him in bed. What would I do if I couldn’t make him happy in that way. All my insecurities started coming out and I was having a hard time containing my feelings about this. I felt Bray move to put his arm around me for comfort, but I couldn’t handle him touching me right now with all the emotions pumping inside so I jerked away from him.

He frowned and I could tell he was hurt
, I had pulled away but he also didn’t want to get me more upset. I looked at him and just said, “Not right now! I don’t know what to say or how to deal with any of this. She put it in my face that she slept with you and how you liked it and it was torture to have to listen to it.” He started shaking his head, “Baby, please do not let anything she says affect you,” he begged and gave me a pleading look. “I hooked up with her a few times last summer at some parties before I decided that I should just wait until you wanted to be with me. She is crazy and kept following me around and telling people we were together. We never even went out on a date, and the sex with her was so awful and empty that’s when I decided I would just wait until I could get you to see me. She is just jealous and trying to cause trouble. Please, baby, do not let this upset you or make you cry. I can’t stand it when you are hurting. It fucking guts me every time. I love you, baby. Just you!” I could tell he was desperate for me to understand and believe him.

Everything
he was saying rang true, but I always have to process everything I hear. I could feel my insecurities about sex and his experience taunting me over and over again in my head. I think I just want to drink and party right now. I don’t want to dig deep into my insecurities. I feel almost jealous of Hampton sleeping on the table unaware and unworried about anything else. Jace and Cole make their way over to us. They had been sitting and eating at another table because I think they could tell we needed privacy for a minute. “Hey guys, you ready to head to the field now? We can try to give Hampton some food in the car.” Bray starts to shake his head, “Carter and I aren’t going to go to the party; I think we just need to spend some time alone at the house together. “ Right away, I disagree with him, “No, Bray, I think we should go to the party and have a good time with our friends. We’re fine. We’ll work everything else out later.”

I have to go to the party because I can’t handle going back hom
e and facing all my crazy feelings and the fact that Bray had sex with someone else that is still in love with him. I sometimes wish I could just rip that voice out of my head that is always echoing that I’m not good enough and I don’t deserve Bray and that everything is all my fault. I fucking hate that voice, but it’s always there. Saying the same things over and over again until I just want to scream.

Chapter 9

Brayden

By the time we are driving to the party, I am a nervous wreck. The last hookup I had, over a year ago goes psycho on Carter at the Burger Shack. And now my beautiful girlfriend is dressed as hot as hell and going to a party with a bunch of guys who want to bang her while she’s pissed at me. This is my fucking worst nightmare since I bet she won’t even let me touch her to show all the assholes here that she is most definitely taken. If anybody even makes a move on her, I’m going to lose my shit. She’s pretending we’re all right in front of Jace and Cole, but she barely let me touch her while I was putting her in my car. So I can tell she’s upset and not wanting to talk about it. I just wanted to go home and talk it out. Then maybe help her mood out by giving her an orgasm in the hot tub. Guess my way of fixing the situation is out. Damn it!

I pull up and look over at her. She gives me a big fake smile but still manages to
look so fuckable, and I know I’m getting into a fight tonight. “You ready, baby?” I ask and start to get out of the car slowly, still hoping that she will say she changed her mind and just wants to go home. My luck sucks tonight though, and she nods and hops out of the car before I can even help her out and block her so no douche bags can look up her skirt. I look up from the Range Rover and yep two guys are just standing there focusing on her skirt and how far it can ride up. When they get a good look at her, they are stunned and start elbowing each other and talking animatedly probably about how hot she is. Yeah, you don’t see to many tiny blond supermodels jumping out of trucks at field parties so these guys think they have hit the jackpot. I race around to the other side and slide my arm around her and rest it slightly on her ass. I will see what she lets me get away with, and she just continues walking so I breathe a sigh of relief that she might be pissed but we are still putting on a united front to everyone else.

“I want a drink, please?” She requests as she looks up at me. She is trying to put
up a buffer between us so I can’t really tell what is going on in her head right now. “Of course, baby,” I agree and start leading her over to the alcohol stash in the back of a few trucks in the middle of the field, “But, please, if you start to drink, stay close to me. There are a lot of guys here, and I just don’t want anyone to try anything and lead you off into the woods. It’s already been a rough night without me having to commit murder.” She laughed a little at that so I decided not to ruin the moment by telling her it wasn’t a joke about the murder.

I mix a drink for her because I know she doesn’t like to taste the alcohol and grab myself a beer. I start to lead us over to our high school group drinking and sitting around a fire; this is the best bet to avoid drama since Davis went to
a different high school, Harrisburg. We walk up as Gray and Grant are leading a toast, “To the best fucking senior year ever at Jefferson,” then he nods to us and raises his glass again, “And to the athletes that are going to bring home the state championships. We are going to fucking do it!” Carter and I hold our beers and drink and toast too. But then some soccer team douche who doesn’t care about living shouts, “I love you and think you’re the sexiest girl alive, Carter! Marry me.” It’s been a bad night already and this dude already thinks he can just say shit to my girl and I’m going to be okay with it. I start to lung toward him when I feel Carter pull at me from her side and an even stronger grip on the other. Jace is looking at me with an expression like, really? We just got here. I just shrug and look at Carter. Asking him back silently can you blame me? He nods like he agrees then says out loud, “Fair enough.” Now Carter looks confused at out silent communication but I can tell she decides not to ask us about it.