Free The Bad Boy Wants Me: A Bad Boy Romance by Georgia le Carre

harshly.
    ‘She’ll come in,’ I whisper in a panicked voice.
    ‘I locked the door,’ he says, and goes back to devouring my pussy while his fingers pump me hard.
    ‘Tori, where are you?’ Britney calls again, and this time she tries the door handle.
    I try not to scream, but suddenly all hell breaks loose. It’s the kind of orgasm that takes over your body. You have no control of your responses. My nails dig into his shoulder, my mouth opens, and a scream flies out. Super quick Cash lifts his hand and clamps it over my mouth so the sound is muffled. A groan rumbles in his chest. Cash leaves me immediately. I am still leaning against the wall, panting hard when Cash comes back with a bathrobe.
    ‘Wear this, quickly,’ he says, and sliding open the window he climbs out and disappears into the night.
    ‘Tori, are you in there?’ Britney calls and rattles the door handle.
    I take a deep breath. ‘I’m coming,’ I choke out.

Chapter Twelve
    Tori
    I hurriedly pull my arms through the sleeves of the bathrobe, pull the edges together, and tie a knot at the front as I run to the door. I know my face must be flushed and strange, but there is nothing else I can do but face Britney. Taking a deep breath, I unlock the door and Britney almost falls into the room.
    She looks at me accusingly. ‘What are you doing in here?’
    ‘I … I … er … got wet. Your brother said I could dry off in here.’
    That sounded so lame I cringe inwardly, but she is too distraught to notice. She sniffs loudly and comes further into the room. ‘Where’s Cash now?’ she asks tearfully.
    I stare at her anxiously. ‘I don’t know. He must be back at the party. Are you OK?’
    ‘Yeah. I think I had too much to drink.’
    How could that be? She had two glasses of fruit punch.
    ‘I want to go home,’ she says.
    ‘What?’
    ‘I want to go back home.’
    ‘Now?’ I ask in disbelief.
    ‘Yes,’ she almost sobs.
    I open my hands out in confusion. Ever since she knew about this party she has not stopped talking about meeting Taylor Swift, and now she wants to go back without meeting her. ‘But what about Taylor? She’s got a gift for you and all.’
    Huge drops of tears roll down her face. I stare at them in amazement.
    ‘It doesn’t matter,’ she sobs.
    ‘Britney, what is the matter?’
    ‘I just want to go home, OK?’ she wails.
    I hold my hands up. ‘OK, OK. Just wait here. I’ll go find Victor and tell him to bring the car around.’
    ‘No, I’m coming with you,’ she says quickly.
    ‘Come on then,’ I say.
    She comes close to me and takes my hand. Hers feels small, hot and damp. I touch her forehead with the back of my hand. She seems to be running a fever. I frown. How strange. She was fine when we arrived. I lead her through the party-goers. 
    We walk quickly, but I can’t help my eyes from scanning the crowd looking for Cash. Unexpectedly my eyes meet Octavia’s. She is watching me with a strange expression. She knows. She knows about me and Cash. I let my eyes slide away quickly and pull Britney towards the front door.
    A hand curls around my wrist. I look up into Cash’s eyes. They are bright. He has changed into a dry T-shirt and black jeans and is looking sexy as hell. I feel myself go hot with the memory of what we did only minutes ago.
    ‘Britney is not feeling very well,’ I tell him. His eyes move from my face to hers. His brow knits.
    ‘What’s wrong, Sparkles?’ he asks.
    ‘Nothing. I think I just drank too much.’
    ‘How much?’
    She shrugs sulkily. ‘I can’t remember now.’
    His eyes narrow and his voice sounds concerned. ‘It’s OK. Tori will get you home safely and I’ll call you tomorrow.’
    ‘Can you tell Taylor that I desperately wanted to meet her, but I wasn’t feeling very well so I had to go home?’ she asks in a small voice.
    ‘Of course I will,’ Cash soothes, but his eyes are watchful and disturbed.
    For an instant I’m aware of undercurrents. I look again at