I was close and so was she. We were both on the verge of going over, and I wanted to do it together.
“I’m going to come,” she panted against my mouth.
I gripped on the back of her neck, looking deep in her eyes. Kissing her passionately.
“You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
And I meant every word.
Chapter 21
<>Austin<>
“Fuck!” Briggs yelled, jumping out of bed in a panic.
My head was pounding and my back was fucking throbbing. I felt like a semi-truck ran me over, threw it in reverse, and ran me the fuck over again.
The goddamn pain was crippling.
We had been up partying with business associates in Colombia for last two days straight with no sleep. The drugs finally wore off enough a few hours ago to where we could shut our eyes and catch some Z’s.
Briggs had another important meeting with some new associates that morning and she wanted to stay up, but I convinced her that we needed to get some sleep for at least a few hours.
“Austin! Get up! We’re so fucking late!” she screamed, running around the room gathering up her clothes.
Our hotel room was a disaster. Things got a little hazy toward the end for me, and I guess we’d brought the party back to our room.
“Baby, relax,” I coaxed, sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to open my eyes.
I leaned forward, placing my elbows up on my thighs, cradling my head that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in my hands.
“Relax? Are you for real right now? Get your ass up, now! We’re over an hour late and we still have to drive there and that’s another thirty minutes!”
“Babe, it’s fine. Just explain—”
“Explain what, Austin? That we’ve been getting fucked up on X and blow for the last forty-eight hours? Jesus Christ! These are drug lords not fucking PTA members. Get up!” She threw some clothes at me.
“I’m up, I’m up! Jesus, stop fucking screaming at me, Briggs. I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Let me jump in the shower.”
She sighed in frustration, hurrying out of the room to go find God knows what, but at least that meant she had stopped yelling at me. I walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the water run for a minute so it could get warm. The pipes in Colombia fucking sucked. It didn’t matter how much you paid for your five-star suite. In the last year, we had been back there three times since that night in New York. I learned fast that this country was definitely where most of the deals went down.
I inspected my face in the mirror. I looked like dog shit, my eyes were bloodshot red, and my pupils were still so fucking dilated. The pain in my back got worse as time went on, especially since I never got therapy for it. The Percocets stopped working over a year ago, I became immune to them or some shit. I started taking Oxys instead. I didn’t have to take as many and it numbed the pain, but that was like a double-edged sword. Being numb allowed me to do things I probably shouldn’t have, only fucking up my back more.
I downed two of them on my way to the shower, doing a quick rinse just to wake up. I threw on some jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Fuck,” I breathed out to myself, sinking into the chair, trying to put some shoes on.
I was still so damn tired and out of it. I could hardly fucking see straight. My mind was shot to shit, and I could barely form a coherent thought. All I wanted to do was crash and sleep away the shitty feeling. There wasn’t a chance in Hell I’d let Briggs go by herself. If something happened to her, I’d kill the motherfucker responsible and then myself.
She was my everything. We hadn’t said I love you to each other, but we didn’t need to.
We knew.
Actions would always speak louder than words.
I shook my head, looking at the blow that was still sitting on the dining table.
“Briggs?”
Silence.
We never did drugs before a meeting. Not even weed. In the last two years that I had been with her it was one line we never crossed. We always went in with a clear head, just in case shit went down. But the way I was feeling at that moment, trust me…
She wanted me to snort some cocaine.
At least then I would be lucid.
I did a line up each nostril before deciding to do two more. The effects not as potent as they were a day ago, but it immediately took the edge off and I grabbed a Redbull from the fridge.
You ready?” Briggs asked, opening the door peeking her head in.
Even ate up as shit with two days of partying and barely three hours of sleep, she still took my goddamn breath away.
“Yeah.” I raised my drink. “Want one?”
“I have one already in the car.”
I grabbed my gun, placing it in the holster on my back. “I’ll drive,” I said, grabbing the keys out of her hands.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I feel better now.” I kissed her, and she smiled.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just can’t believe we slept through the alarms.”