Fifteen minutes into explaining exactly how Judd had ended up with my phone, I was sitting across from Leah red faced and humiliated by the fact I was forced to reveal an aspect of my life I didn't like bringing into the light. She was calm thankfully and seemed to believe me if only for the fact I couldn't possibly make up the previous night's activities.

I wasn't just feeling demeaned, there was venom coursing through my veins. The edges of my vision were red as my blood pressure reached dangerous levels.

I was trying so hard to listen to the words coming out of Leah's mouth.

"I'm sorry I assumed the worst. I'm sorry about your mom too." Her apology was awkward but legitimate.

As the words left her, my phone vibrated signaling a text message from a phone number I didn't recognize.

Glancing down with a sense of dread, I opened it.

Every fiber of my being was poised to strike like a rattlesnake as I launched myself off the couch and flew up the carpeted staircase, saying something to Leah about needing to speak to her older brother privately as I took them two stairs at a time.

I could barely see I was so infuriated; I couldn't hold back anymore I needed to taste blood. I was going to rip that dick head to pieces and I didn't stop at the long dark hallway and I didn't stop when I got to the door with yellow caution tape strung across it, flashing weak warnings I had zero intentions of heeding. There were beating drums in my ears, blocking out the distant sound of Leah shouting something in confusion as I swung the door open and threw myself at Judd Birch with everything I had.

I landed half on top of him just as my fist connected with his mouth as I I hit him with every ounce of rage I had pent up. He had been laying on his bed when I'd attacked him and the force of our bodies colliding sent us half sprawled off the furniture and despite my cheap shot, he recovered quickly and was on the offense within seconds. He bucked me off him just as I drew back to hit him again, forcing me on my side as he tried to restrain me, effectively stopping my arm at the wrist and pinning it to the mattress.

"You fucking prick how dare you?!" I roared as I slapped him with the hand he hadn't detained. He cursed aloud as his head snapped to the side from the force of the smack before grabbing my other wrist and twisting it to the bed, effectively pinning me on my back defenseless. The sting radiated up my arm deliciously. It hurt and I knew it. Good. I wanted this asshole to hurt like I hurt.

"Shut the fuck up," he managed as he stared down at me viciously, his juniper eyes feral slits like a panther's. I met his gaze with a glare of my own. His bottom lip was split at the edge and a small stream of blood was oozing down his chin, a vermillion drop resting precariously at the edge attempting to gather the courage to make the leap.

"Fuck you!" I snarled as I pushed against him, trying to regain use of my arms so that I could hit him again.

He was straddled across my midsection, effectively stopping me from regaining the high ground. I tried to buck him off but while he had easily unseated me, he had the advantage of size and weight that I lacked. I was pinned and I knew it but despite my cage, I spit and snarled like a cornered wild cat.

"I. Said. Shut. Up." He hissed through clenched teeth as we wrestled for control. I had no intentions of stopping and he seemed to sense that because he was holding me against the bed so hard, I could feel the circulation cutting off. I would have bruises blooming across my carpals by morning.

"Go to Hell," I growled as I all but dislocated my shoulder trying to remove him. My chest was heaving as my lungs attempted to supply enough oxygen to my body. I felt trapped and my brain was going haywire.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly he dipped down and his mouth was on mine, stopping me midsentence in the middle of my next insult.

My mind was blank and the red in my vision was slowly dissipating. I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening until his lips were pressing against my own feverishly, demanding a response.

I was lost in the feeling. My entire being shut down, relaxing into his touch. It was as if I didn't have control over myself and I was watching the scene from outside my own body. His hands were still iron clad against my wrists, but this was no longer in self-defense. This was pure dominance as his chest pressed against mine like a steel wall, demanding compliance.

My mind was filled with fog and my body felt like it was on fire as his tongue grazed my bottom lip teasingly. I took his own lip into my mouth and nipped the tender skin with my teeth, tasting his blood on my tongue from the wound I'd inflicted just moments ago.

He hissed in pain and I smirked against his mouth. This was a better high than anything I'd ever experienced. I was on cloud nine.

The challenge didn't go unimpeded though and one of his hands left my arm to snake into my hair at the base of my skull to pull it by the root, forcing my chin up and breaking contact with his heavenly mouth as a guttural groan slipped past my teeth before I could stop it.

"Mmm... I like that," His voice was hoarse as he ran his nose along the edge of my trachea before moving up to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck just below my ear. Any blood left in my skull was pooling between my thighs.

My free hand was wrapped in Judd's hair, lazily running through the silky strands. When did that happen? My eyes were glued shut, unwilling to open. All I wanted was for this boy to keep up his ministrations and keep the dopamine in my body flowing by any means necessary and he seemed to know exactly how to do that.

He was kissing up my neck deliberately and planting small bites in between, earning small gasps from me in return as he journeyed closer and closer cranially when a loud gasp somewhere to my left brought me back to the real world and burst the little bubble we were in.

Nick's friend Andrew was standing in the doorway visibly shaking with nervousness and embarrassment as his eyes went from our tangled bodies to the floor.

"I uh..."

"You see something you like, faggot?" Judd growled as he glanced up at the shivering preteen. He propped himself up on one elbow and I couldn't repress the small whine in the back of my throat at the loss of skin contact.

"P-pizza's here," He managed before attempting to scurry away.

Judd was up in a flash, snatching him back by his tee shirt and holding him there while he cowered in fear. Suddenly I was cold and alone and instinctively sat up to feel less vulnerable.

"You didn't see shit. Got it?" His threat dripped hostility.

"Ye-yep loud and clear Judd," Andrew looked ready to piss himself. Judd released him and he took off as fast as he could the stairs and out of sight.

"Now, where were we?" his voice was no longer intimidating, replaced by the same gruff yet silky tone that sent shivers down my spine and held promises of more feel good chemicals as he started to crawl onto the bed with a sexy smirk.

It took every ounce of strength I possessed to stand up and put distance between us.

"That can't happen again."

The longer I wasn't touching Judd the more common sense began to return. I was making out with Leah's older brother while she was downstairs. Shame was starting to settle in my chest. This night was not going how I had planned it.

"Why not?" He wasn't angry but his voice was far from pleased as he stopped in his tracks. He was watching me with a frown. The blood from his mouth was smeared across his chin and his lip was swollen red.

I wanted nothing more than to bite it again. To meet him on that bed and see what else this delectable, masculine creature that smelled like weed and cheap cologne could make me feel.

I fixed my hair and made my way to the door silently. The more space between us the better I repeated to myself. I needed fresh air and to get the blood off my face before Leah came looking for me and I had even more shit to explain.

Judd didn't try to stop me as I walked away. Good.

Five minutes later I was downstairs, my face shiny and pink where I had used the hand soap in the upstairs bathroom to scrub the evidence off. Leah didn't ask questions and Andrew avoided eye contact as we all crowded in the kitchen and helped ourselves to pizza. Judd didn't appear thankfully.

We were all gathered around the kitchen island, Leah and I listening to the little redhead complain about her parents.

"My parents are getting a divorce and my mom cheated on my dad with Cantor Deana and I just feel like my entire life is falling apart," she complained in between bites of food.

"Just wait kid. It gets worse," I muttered, suddenly not feeling very hungry.