Free Beautiful Oblivion by Addison Moore

me toward the bed.
    “Let go. This isn’t funny.” He lands me backward onto the mattress, and the wind gets knocked out of me for a second.
    Warren dives down a sloppy kiss over my cheek, and I squirm trying to break free from his powerhouse embrace.
    “You know you want this,” he moans as he flops down over me, taking the breath from my lungs in the process.
    “I don’t want this. Warren get off. ” I struggle as he jams his tongue down my throat, polluting the sweetness Ace left there earlier. I twist my face into the bed until it feels like my neck is about to snap off.
    “Come on, baby.” His breath reeks as he presses in with his full weight.
    “Warren, I can’t breathe.”
    He shoves his hand down the front of my shorts, and his fingers brush against the most private part of me.
    “Damn, you’re wet,” he pants hard in my ear.
    That’s it. Every cell in my body is officially pissed.
    I reach down and give his balls a hard squeeze, and he screams like hell right into my ear. It takes all of my strength to push him off, landing him on the floor with a thud.
    “Get out! ” I turn on my desk lamp and the room explodes with far too much light. I kick him in the ribs until he rolls over to the door, and I open it for him. “I will take a baseball bat to your nuts if you don’t crawl your ass out of here in the next two seconds.”
    “I’m out,” he barks, holding up his hands. He scoots over the threshold and shakes his head up at me. “Fuck, Reese. Grow up and stop being such a bitch. You know you want it.”
    I slam the door in his face to make it clear just how much I want him.

 
     
     
    Ace
     
     
    In the heat of the next afternoon, I wax my paddleboard before taking it out on the lake. There’s nothing like standing over the surface of the water to make me feel like I don’t have a worry in the world. That I don’t miss my mom or think my dad is going to go on another bender because Neva is fucking her boyfriend at the top of her lungs in the next room. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have a decent family of my own one day or if I’ll just drag the curse that’s plagued us for so long right into the next one and screw up everyone else’s lives, too.
    My mind wanders back to Reese and those hotter-than-hell kisses. After I dropped her off last night, I hit the shower and released a little pent up frustration, hell, a lot of pent up frustration. I’m not sure why I didn’t take her right then and there. Who the hell opened my brain and dropped morals in while I wasn’t looking? The last thing I want to do is take anything slow with Reese. Never once in my wildest fantasies did I ever take things slow with her. But this isn’t a fantasy, this is real, and if I play my cards right all of my wildest dreams are about to come true. This isn’t some barfly I picked up at Kooks, not some girl from one of my classes that’s ready and willing for a quickie in some deserted supply closet. This is Reese, and I want to make it extra special for her. In two weeks it’s the Fourth of July. That sounds like a good target date to actually doing the deed, but I’m not entirely sure how I’ll keep sane until then.
    “Douchebag.” A voice booms from behind.
    I turn to find Gavin strutting in my direction.
    “Takes one to know one.” I get back to the fine art of waxing down my board, so I don’t slip off like the last time and almost knock myself unconscious. “What’s up? Who was the unlucky girl last night?”
    “Some chick named Charlie. Never did get her last name. And, believe me, she considered herself very, very lucky.” He takes a step in and kicks the wax from my hand. “How about you? You get lucky last night?”
    “Hell, yes. Every moment I spend with Reese feels pretty damn lucky.”
    “Whoa, keep it down, Romeo. Voices carry.” He nods over toward the McCarthy house. “Before I left last night, I saw Warren head up to her room.”
    My chest pinches. I cut a quick glance