For Love or Money by Brown Tara

Author:Brown, Tara [Brown, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

PTSD

Lana

Leo stays until the end of the night, sort of not what I expected. So when it’s time to leave, he walks me back to dorms, regardless of the fact my head keeps turning back, searching for James.

Leo nudges me. “You need to get Simon and Brandon laid. They’re so virginal it’s going to scare off the ladies. A band needs to know how to move inside of a woman if they want to move a woman.”

It’s completely pervy but he’s super right. I nod. “We should get them drunk and hire some entertainment.”

Leo grins and opens the door to dorms. “Let me handle that. I know a guy. He can hook us up.”

My instant alarms go off. “No. The last time you threw the party I caught shit.”

He holds his middle finger up. ”Nice—grudge holder much? So you know a guy to call about hookers, do you?” He spins around and walks up the stairs backward mocking me.

I pull a duck lips shrug. “Maybe.”

He winks. “Can’t wait to see what you got!”

I wave as I pass by his room, leaving him there opening his door.

“Lana!”

I look back, feeling an inner glow from the night and the patched friendship I didn't know I cherished as much as I do.

He smiles. “Thanks for forgiving me and thank you for taking me tonight. You are way badass. Way more badass than I ever knew possible.”

“Thank you.” I’m not sure it’s a compliment but I feel badass. I feel like I can conquer the world. I sang and I played, granted it was only in front of two people. But it’s all baby steps. Maybe next time I can play in front of three people. I open the door to my room and put my violin down. I am just in the middle of wishing my dad could have seen, when there’s a knock at the door.

I know it’s Leo wanting to sleep over. If it were me I wouldn't want to be alone the day my entire family disowned me either. I open the door without asking who it is, jumping back a bit when I see James. He looks weird and he’s breathing funny.

Jesus, is he actually the foot pervert? ‘Cause that would not be awesome.

He leans on the doorframe and catches his breath. “Sorry, I ran and dropped my guitar off. I just—” He shakes his head and reaches for my face, cupping and pulling me into him.

His lips crash against mine in desperate passion. He lifts me up into his arms, kicking the door shut and carrying me to the bed. My legs are wrapped around him, and my hands are scratching at his shirt, clawing for it to come off. He smells like a man, but not like any man I have ever kissed. Everything about him is bigger and scarier. So when he lays me back on the bed and slides between my thighs, sucking my tongue and grinding against me—I freeze.

I don't know why but I do.

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