THREE

VERA’S POV

I could feel warm, hard masculine muscles pressed against my back, and a strong arm was holding me. His scent – his musky masculine scent was everywhere, making my head swim. Before I even opened my eyes, I felt my lips curve up in a smile. Nate.

   I was obviously in his arms – then I opened my eyes, and the pounding headache came. I looked down at our entwined bodies. I was no longer wearing the daring, red tube gown that I had put on to challenge Nate, instead I was wearing one of his huge T shirts, I felt my body with my free hand, and blushed as I discovered I was wearing only my undies underneath. Had Nathan seen me in my undies?

   His breathing was very calm and rhythmic, for a moment, I thought he was sleeping, but when I turned my head up, I found myself staring into his hooded dark blue eyes. I had never seen him with such and unreadable expression before, and I had no idea of what was going on in his mind.

    My not knowing made me feel vulnerable, and vulnerability always made me angry, coupled with my pounding headache. I got up to a sitting position quickly, swaying a little, and waiting for his hand to steady me before I turned on him. “Why am I not at the party Nate? And what am I doing here lying in your arms, wearing your shirt? Where’s my dress!”

   Nate merely shrugged, but I could now see that he was very angry.

   “I am talking to you Nathan!” I snapped.

   “You’d make your headache worse,” he said simply, walking over to the fridge and pouring me a glass of water. “Here. Drink this.”

   I hated the command in his tone, but I suddenly realized how thirsty I was. I downed the water in one gulp, then in a dramatic fit, I decided to throw the empty glass against the wall. “Stop treating me like a child and answer my questions!”

   “Well maybe stop acting like a child – I should never have taken you to this party –”

  “It’s not yours to decide whether I attend parties or not, whether I stay a virgin or a whore, you are not my parent!” I screamed at him. My head ached even more, and my eyes burned as tears filled them. “I am not a kid anymore Nathan! I’m eighteen.”

   Nathan shook his head, and something about how calm he dud it infuriated me the more. I threw my self against him, unbalancing him slightly. His arms came out to steady me immediately, and I took advantage of the moment to press my lips to his. I didn’t know anything about kissing apart from what I had seen in the movies, but I only knew that I wanted him to feel my need, feel how much I loved him – I wanted him to feel me.

   I nibbled at his lips in obvious inexperience, tasting his masculine strength, his passion – his anger. Nathan was still very angry with me.

   The anger was there in his actions when he groaned and pulled me to himself, his arms holding me tight against his rock hard body. I gasped as I felt my own soft body fitting perfectly against his. His lips took mine then, teaching me what it really meant to be kissed. His experience mocked my innocence, and his lips were firm, ruthless, brutal even, and yet, there was an underlying gentleness in them.

   When he sort entry, my lips parted immediately to let him in. I trembled slightly at the new intimacy of the kiss, and his hands gentled a bit where they held my waist and the back of my head. In the next moment, his hands became ruthless again – rough, as the molded my body against his. His hands trailed down to cup my butt, and I moaned as I felt hit rush through out my body. I pressed even closer to him, fitting my curves against his form.

   He groaned into my mouth, then pulled his lips away, but only so that he could trail kisses down my jaw, my neck. When he not the delicate pulse on my throat, I shuddered, and a whimper escaped my mouth.

   My whole body was on fire. His expert hands, his mouth was teaching my body a new form of torture, a torture I craved, a pleasure that was pain.

   My lips felt slightly bruised, and my heart was beating so loudly, I was surprised he could not hear it. I was blushing very hotly at the kind of sounds he was causing me to make, the deep animal sounds, moaning, and whimpers that I had never knew I was capable of making. When his fingers squeezed my boobs, I cried out.

   Maybe there was something in my voice, maybe some kind of vulnerability, but Nate stopped then. His hands stilled on my body, and he stepped away. The nights chilly air danced around me, making me miss his warmth. When I forced my eyes to look into his midnight blue ones, they were hooded, but the anger in them was plain for all to see.

   “Is that what you want Vera? You want guys to treat you like a whore? You want them to treat you the way I treat other girls?” He asked harshly.

   I didn’t answer him as I felt tears form again in my eyes. Why was loving someone this hard!

   “If you want to be treated like an adult, then you need to start behaving like one. Pour your own drinks at a party, this is the last time I want to see – or hear that you were drugged.” With that, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

   I sank to the ground after I was sure he had gone and let the tears fall freely. I hated everyone and everything. I hated myself, I hated Nathan, I even hated Jason.