The Bucket List (19 page)

"It's been three days
Corey. Do you want me to die?"

Corey
chuckled as he picked his friend up to position her the right way round on the bed.

"You've got a whole drawer full of toys. That will do you till you see
Nate again."

He should have taken her out to some bar. Maybe that way she would stop trying to be something she wasn't and just leave
Nate alone. But he wouldn't. He knew she wasn't thinking straight right now and she'd only hate herself in the morning.

"I don't want toys," she said as she wrapped her legs around him. "Do you think
Nate does booty calls?"

It took him a while to extract her from his body and put her down. A horny Rae was more determined than usual.

"Are you going to undress me?"

He saw the look in her eyes and then his eyes were drawn to the tip of her tongue as it licked her lips.

"Are you coming onto me?" he asked incredulously.

"Come on,
Corey. You know you want this."

This was new. She had never come onto him before.

"You're drunk."

"And you're hot," she murmured as she sat up and latched on to his neck again. "Let me show you what I've learnt. It'll blow your mind."

His eyes widened when her lips found his spot, just on his neck behind his ear. What the hell was she doing?

"Babe, we don't do this," he said as he moved his head out of the way.

"Maybe we should start," she slurred as she pulled his head back before she started unbuttoning his shirt.

What the hell was he supposed to do? He'd never had to deal with her like this, one on one, not since their ill-fated two weeks together. He knew he'd said he'd sleep with her to save her from herself, but he hadn't meant it like this and definitely not that night.

Before he knew it, he was shirtless and lying flat on his back while she sat astride him. It took her only a second to whip her top off and she hadn't worn a bra with it.

He had seen them a million times. He'd played with them a million times. But for some reason, looking at her firm breasts that night sent a different message to his brain. It was probably because he had gone a record 4 days with no sex. He wouldn't have looked at her like that otherwise. She was... Rae.

"Rae... stop," he said when she started messing with his zipper.

He saw the way her eyes trailed his torso, like she was dying to eat him up. When her lips found their way to his chest and the tip of her tongue snaked over his nipple, he let out a loud groan. What the fuck
?! Why the hell was he getting so turned on? This was Rae... The only time he thought of her in that way was when they had a gang bang because she always looked so hot when she was horny and even better when she came. And also because that was the only time he ever really touched her like that. Beyond that was a definite no. It just wasn't done. He couldn't sleep with her they way he did all those random girls. It would... cheapen their relationship.

When she finally handled the bulge in his pants, he panicked and pulled her back up his body. It didn't help that he was then staring directly at her naked breasts.

"Rae, listen to me..."

"Kiss me," she cut in.

"What?"

Before he knew what was happening, she had his lips in a kiss. He kissed her all the time but not like this. Never like this. This kiss sent him reeling; it sent something similar to a million volts of electricity down his spine and replaced his dick with a steel pole. What the fuck was she doing to him? And she didn't stop, either. She kept kissing him, moving her body all over his until he couldn't bear it anymore.

It would have been the easiest thing to do to just lift her bodily off him and escape, but he found escape was now the last thing on his mind... Tentatively, his hands found her tight little butt and held her down on the steel pole. She let out a little whimper that sent his blood boiling. Would he go to hell for this? There had to be some law against this. Rae might not have been a blood relative but she was still his family.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

He didn't need a second invitation. Part of him was disgusted at how quickly he had put aside all his reservations but the other part just wanted to get the rest of her clothes off and enjoy her. Let the morning and all its regrets come, but the night was theirs.

He rolled her over so he was on top of her and kissed her the way she had kissed him. When she was squirming underneath him, he lowered himself to the little buttons on the Capri pants she was wearing. It only took a few seconds to rid her of them, and the little pants she wore underneath. God, she was beautiful! His hands slowly touched all of her, revelling in the softness of her skin and the way it turned her on.

He wanted to take his time, to enjoy every single moment of it, but he couldn't wait. He wanted her with an urgency he had never felt before. He didn't even wait to take his jeans off; he just pulled them down slightly to free his need.

He looked into her fevered eyes for a second and saw she couldn't bear it either. When her legs wrapped tightly around him and pushed the tip of him where she needed him, he completely lost his head. Everything else was forgotten. He slowly pushed himself into her and couldn't believe how incredibly good she felt.

"Yes..." she moaned, bucking her hips so she took even more of him.

He pulled out then back in again, deeper than the first time, earning himself a little scream.

"Faster, Nate."

He froze.
Nate? What the fuck?

"Rae... It's me," he said breathlessly.

Please, God, let it be just a slip of the tongue.

"Don't stop,
Nate," she murmured underneath him.

"Fucking hell!" he swore as he pulled out of her and rolled away.

He should have remembered that she was drunk. He shouldn't have given in at all. Fuck!

One look at her revealed that she had passed out. Great. Just fucking great. Getting off the bed, he pulled his jeans up and found his shirt on the floor. Then he grabbed a pair of shoes and his car keys from the side of the bed. He needed to get out of there.

John was just getting home when Corey bolted out of the front door.

"Hey, where's the fire," he joked before he saw the freaked out expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

Corey stopped and pulled on his ear lobe, a sure sign to John that he was about to lie.

"Nothing. I'm just going to that bar up the road," he said. "You and Ethan have a good time?"

"Yeah," John frowned.

"Good. I'll see you in the morning," he said before he walked to the garage to get his car.

John was still standing there when he sped off. What the hell was eating him?

When he made his way upstairs to the room he used when he stayed over, he saw
Corey's door slightly open and the light still on. A quick peek revealed the TV still glaring, empty beer and whiskey bottles all over the floor and Rae under the covers, obviously naked as her clothes were scattered all over the floor as well.

He walked in to turn the
TV off, then switched the light off before he walked back to his room. They had a big day tomorrow, hopefully neither Rae and Corey would be too hung over to enjoy it. He knew he would enjoy it to the max. Alyssa would be there. And she was spending the night.

Corey
noticed the blonde girl straight away but he felt like a drink first. He drowned about four shots, one right after the other, before he walked over to her.

He didn't need to work hard at it; in fact he didn't work at all. She was all over him like a rash the minute he gave her his melt-your-panties smirk. Her eyes weren't quite as blue as Rae's and her hair wasn't quite golden, so there was no way anyone would think he had picked her because of these similarities. He didn't want to sleep with Rae at all. He'd only temporarily lost his mind. Come the morning, Rae wouldn't remember a thing and it would be all good again
..

He didn't take the woman back to the house. He did her hard and fast in the back of his Hummer then told her to piss off.

Then he went back in for a few more drinks and to pick another woman. He would do this till the dirty image he had he had of Rae moaning underneath him was completely banished from his mind.

***

When John got downstairs the next morning, he frowned when he saw the front door wide open. His eyes followed the trail of clothes on the floor that led to the lounge and when he opened that door, found Corey passed out in a chair, stripped down to his shorts with an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor next to him. What the fuck?!

It seemed to take hours to get him up, but when he finally did and even with a few cups of coffee and some painkillers down him,
Corey still hadn't said a word.

"Dude, what the hell is the matter with you?" he asked when he'd finally had enough.

"Nothing," Corey grumbled.

"You know what? Forget it. Just follow me," he snapped as he picked up the tray with their breakfast on in. "Bring the coffee."

They'd planned on waking Rae up with breakfast in bed then spending the morning just lounging before taking her out for lunch. Then Corey would take her shopping, which was one of her favourite pastimes, while he made his excuses and got the house ready for the party. Corey would just have to get over whatever was eating him. He had no time to play nursemaid. Alyssa had said she'd be there for four o'clock to help and he already had butterflies.

She woke up with a start when she heard the loud pop in her ear.

"What the fuck?!" she screamed, then immediately regretted it when her head exploded.

"Happy birthday!"

She lifted her head to see her friends standing over her with goofy hats on. Corey was looking less than pleased though, so Mr. Happy had probably dragged him out of bed to pull this stupid stunt. If her headache was anything to go by, Corey was suffering the same fate. They must have gone through the whole liquor cabinet.

"Oh, God,
John! Take that noise somewhere else," she grumbled as she buried her face in the pillow.

"Come on. We do this every year. You know I'm just going to bug you until you get up," John said as he tried to pull the covers off her.

She did always get shit faced the night before her birthday. Then on her birthday she normally just had a sip here and there while she feasted on human flesh. Aaah, the good life... It was all gone now.

"Just give me another half hour.
Corey, get back into bed. I'm lonely all by myself in this big old bed."

If she had lifted her head she would have seen the panicked look on his face, and the frown on John's as he looked from one to the other.

"I'll go and get us some beers first," Corey said as he all but ran to the door.

"It's seven in the morning!" John pointed out.

"It's my birthday. We're allowed to start early," Rae said as she threw the covers off her body to get out of bed.

Again she missed the stricken look on
Corey's face as his eyes took in her naked body. But John didn't.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then. I feel dirty," she said as she walked to the en-suite bathroom. "
Corey, maybe you should make it something stronger... ."

Before she could finish her sentence,
Corey was already gone.

"He must really want that beer," she shrugged.

"Hurry up, though. Your breakfast is getting cold."

She didn't think she could stomach any food, but John was John. He would get it down her one way or another.

"And you and I still need to talk," he added.

With a weary sigh, she closed the bathroom door behind her. She would have to think up some excuse to avoid talking to him.

"What the fuck is that man doing now?" she muttered when hours later they finally drove up the driveway after a major shopping spree. All on Corey, of course. What kind of birthday would it have been if she'd spent any of her own money?

They had heard the music as soon as they stepped out of the car, but it wasn't until
Corey had closed the front door behind him that the awful truth dawned on her. The dicks were throwing her a party!

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she muttered angrily to herself as she turned to leave again.

The last thing she wanted was a party. She had too much going on right now to even think about it. And who in the world had they invited, anyway? It wasn't as if she had any friends.

"Where the hell are you going?"
Corey asked, blocking the door with his huge frame.

"I told you guys I didn't want a party," she hissed. "I wasn't just fucking with you."

"I know, but this is different," he said as he dropped the millions of bags of shopping that he had carried in for her. "I know you want to be faithful to Nate, I'm not going to make it any harder for you by throwing the usual wild party. I invited just family and a few friends."