Reed swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his jeans. He added his black T-shirt just as Julie hung up with Kady. “I gather Christine and Tyler are missing?”
She sat down to lace up her sneakers. “No one has seen them since the scavenger hunt.”
“Did anyone stop to consider they want to be missing?”
Julie scoffed. “Tyler wouldn’t…not with Christine. He’s all protective of her, like…oh.”
“Right.” He finished tying his boots and stood. “So we bust in like some kind of vigilante cock blocks and ruin their night. Sounds like a stellar plan.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “I know I sound like a broken record, but once again, no one is forcing you to come.”
“Do you actually expect me to let you go bumbling around on a dark mountain by yourself?”
“Bumbling?”
“After you.” Reed merely yanked open the door and gestured for her to proceed before him into the hallway. He knew his attitude bordered on shitty, but he couldn’t summon the ability to care. He’d been seconds from exposing his feelings, himself, to Julie and once again she was worrying about everyone but herself. Apparently, he was the only one worried about her.
Chapter Fourteen
Julie trudged up the path, flashlight clenched tightly in her hand. She hadn’t said a word to Reed since leaving her room and until now, he’d wisely stayed silent. As they ventured farther from the well-lit section of the resort, however, he’d moved closer. Began grunting, steadying her with a hand on her elbow whenever she made a misstep. Frustration radiated from every line of his body, mirroring her own, she was certain. Not only was her frustration intensified by his refusal to understand the need to find her missing best friend, Julie had to admit that some of her irritation was of a sexual nature. Seeing Reed sprawled out in her bed, taking up the majority of it with his painfully masculine body, fully aroused…it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to climb on top of him and take him inside of her. Forget everything and everyone a while longer and simply, but powerfully, fulfill their needs. Needs that were apparently endless and growing in strength by the moment.
Just feeling his concentrated gaze following her from his reclined position on the bed, she’d been subconsciously putting on a show for him. Bending forward more than necessary to find clothing in her suitcase, remaining topless longer than needed. Shameless behavior that she hadn’t even been aware of at the time. She’d practically begged for him to drag her back to bed. And damn him, he hadn’t. It was childish and unlike her in so many ways. Until recently. When he’d awoken some insatiable part of her that demanded satisfaction.
She didn’t understand what was taking place inside her. Just the knowledge that Reed walked behind her, had his eyes trained on her, made Julie’s body feel heated, ready, anxious. It wouldn’t leave her. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the problem at hand. If it were purely physical, Julie felt confident she could control it. So close on the heels of having him open up to her, granting her a peek into his past, his abrasive attitude hurt twice as much. It made her want to end the fling now to save herself heartache later. His lack of understanding over her need to help when people needed her had only driven home the fact that they would never work.
It also made her want to cling tight and beg him not to let her go. To yell and rail and shake him until he decided to keep her. What sense did that make? Dread rose in her chest, mingling with self-disgust. She was being that girl. The fix-him girl, the maybe-he-just-hasn’t-found-the-right-woman girl. Stupid. He didn’t want to be fixed. He didn’t want one girl. He’d never pretended otherwise and she’d proceeded accordingly, going into this with zero expectations. When had that changed? When had the prospect of parting ways started to inspire restless anxiety?
Lost in her turbulent thoughts, Julie’s sneaker slipped off the edge of the path and she stumbled. Reed grasped her biceps and hauled her up against his chest before she could fall.
“Slow down and watch where you’re going. You’re going to break your goddamn ankle.”
“Let go of me.” With the heels of her hands, Julie pushed at his unyielding chest, but even she acknowledged her halfhearted attempt to get away. As if magnetized, her lower body pressed intimately against his, writhing closer under the pretense of freeing herself. Reed’s eyes narrowed suspiciously in the near-darkness. He wrenched the flashlight out of her hands and dropped it on the path.
“I can’t tell if you’re struggling because you want me to let you go, or if you want to be overpowered. Explain yourself, Julie.”
Her panting breaths were her only answer. She curled a leg around his waist and gave another hard push against his solid wall of muscle. Contradicting herself once more. Between her thighs, she felt Reed harden in reaction to whatever he perceived on her face. He made a desperate sound. “Answer me. Let you go? Or drag you down to the ground and fuck you on your hands and knees? I need an answer now.”
Her pulse raced. She could hear it roaring in her ears. Using his shoulders for support, she hitched herself higher and wrapped both legs around his waist. “Fuck me.”
“Thank Christ.” Reed’s hands gripped her bottom tight. His mouth devoured hers with a groan as he leaned back and let her feel the full force of his need. They kissed frantically, Julie digging her fingers into his hair, meeting his potent kiss head-on. He twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her head back. His mouth raced over her neck, biting and sucking as she moaned.
The rough treatment, while exactly what she needed, craved…it jostled something inside of her. Shook it loose. Her uncertainty. The inevitability of losing him. Losing this.
She buried her face in his neck, heard herself sob once, loudly. “I don’t know who I am with you. I don’t understand who I turn into.”
Reed stilled. She knew from his unsteady breaths the effort it cost him to stop, so her arms tightened around him automatically in a comforting gesture. When he flinched at the action, horrible, jagged pain sliced through her chest. After everything, the way they’d opened up to each other, it felt almost like a betrayal. Out of self-preservation, she scrambled out of his arms.
He tried to tighten his hold, but it was too late. His irritated curse echoed through the woods. “You want to know who you are with me? Maybe you’re finally being yourself. You stop worrying about pleasing everyone else and finally focus on pleasing Julie.” He swiped an impatient hand through his hair. “Maybe you stop trying to be your sister for a goddamn minute.”
The words had barely left his mouth before Julie started backing away, gulping air into her lungs. It felt as though she’d been hit in the stomach with a two-by-four. She backed away, holding up a hand when he came toward her. “H-how dare…you? Who do you think you are?”
“I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”
“But you meant it,” she sputtered. “About me trying to be Serena.”
His next words were low and punctuated. “This people-pleasing bullshit…it’s going to take a toll on you, Julie. It’ll never be enough. You can’t live up to a memory. No one can.”
Her insides shook at his words. She refused to recognize the possible truth behind them. A truth that had never occurred to her. It hurt to think about it, so she struck back the only way she could to keep the thoughts at bay. “You don’t get to diagnose me. Not when you’re such a mess yourself. You flinch when I hug you. You hide in your dark corner, scaring everyone off who might actually talk to you.”
“You’re right.” He shrugged stiffly. “I’m fucked up. At least I admit it.”
“And that makes it okay?” Needing to occupy her hands, she snatched the flashlight off the ground. “I’d rather make people happy. I’d rather people feel comfortable coming to me for help than alienate everyone. Keeping everyone at arm’s length because I’m terrified to be happy.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I guess that’s where we differ.”
“Oh, I can think of a
t least a thousand ways we differ.” She felt the pressing need to lash out at him. To make him hurt as badly as she did in that moment. Not only had he taken the trust she’d shown him and used it to expose her as a fraud, but now he couldn’t be acting more coldhearted if he tried. Right when she needed him most, she could see him turning to stone in front of her eyes, and she wanted to watch that wall crumble to the ground. “Looks like I really did walk into the wrong room that first night, huh?”
His whole body jerked. “Take it back.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
Voices approached, shattering the strained silence. Loud, arguing voices. One of which Julie immediately recognized as Christine. Relief and disappointment warred within her. Relief that her friend was safe and unharmed. Disappointment that this scene between them still felt unfinished. What would he have said next? What would he have done to convince her to take the statement back? Ridiculous, pointless thoughts that wouldn’t matter now that he’d painted the forest with her insecurities. Told her how he really saw her. This bitter, unsatisfying ending had been inevitable. She’d just had a ton of bricks dropped on her head, having Serena’s ghost thrown in her face on today of all days. Perhaps it was best if they left the ending unspoken. She simply couldn’t suffer one more blow.
Julie turned in the direction of the voices and started walking. “I’m done talking about this.”