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came downstairs because I felt claustrophobic in my new room and they were . . . discussing me. I couldn’t just walk in and join the conversation, could I?”
    Xavier cocked his head to the side. “Actually, you could have. At least that would have been my first instinct if I heard strange men trying to divvy me up for their own personal pleasure without any regards to my own.”
    “Yeah but you’re not five foot something and one hundred and ten pounds, soaking wet—I am . Kinda hard to tell two virile, strong men what I will and won’t do when they can physically overpower me. The idea of being forced . . . well, it would send me into panic mode. I couldn’t handle that.”
    He wrapped an arm around my waist and turned us around. “Follow me. I promise I won’t hurt you—I’m not like Blaine and Zed. Playing with women isn’t exactly a past time of mine. I like to fuck them and forget it except for one certain blonde who won’t take a hint and get the fuck gone.”
    “Where are you taking me?” I asked casually.
    “Lesson number one . . . if you are going to survive those two, you gotta get high. They have something planned for you tonight and I can’t stop it. Neither can you but I can numb the pain.”
    “I don’t do drugs—”
    “Well then, let me introduce you to some that are about to become your friends, at least for today.”
    “No . . . I can’t . . .” I trailed off.
    “Listen, it’s your choice. Do you want to be scared . . . or do you wanna feel brave?”
    Well when he put it that way, I didn’t have much of a choice.

     

     

     
    “B loodstream” played in the background while I lay on the sofa in a massive game room. My head was spinning deliciously and I felt sexy and very high. My head, nestled in Xavier’s lap, swam with unknown feelings and sensations.
    What I thought he was going to do was far from what he did do. He didn’t do drugs either—at least not illegal ones—but a couple of shots of Absolut followed by a bump of Oxy and I was high as a fucking kite. My skin felt electric to the touch and as he rubbed my arms, I wanted him to do more than just that.
    How could this be happening?
    I kept waiting to feel like I would overdose or an interaction of the two that would have me suffering from a horrible anxiety attack. I knew about the deadly effects of mixing two depressants together, especially those as addictive as both Oxy and alcohol.
    Fortunately, Xavier had studied to be a pharmacist and knew more about drugs than I did. He explained the exact combination he’d given me and how it was a low dose of Oxy and therefore not extremely hazardous to me. It would just calm me down and make me feel better.
    Every part of this experience felt surreal. It was too satisfying to my jaded mind, even when he sat me up and pulled me into his lap. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against me and I wondered if he would try anything. Had I walked from one trap right into another?
    He brushed my hair out of my face as his hands caressed my cheeks before they pulled me to him. Our lips met and a rush of adrenaline kicked in. I tried to back away but he was strong. It was only a kiss and I didn’t want to ruin my high so I gave in. My lips slightly parted while his own met mine and his tongue immediately sought mine out.
    His mouth tasted fresh and clean; the cologne he wore smelled of mint, lemon, green apples and a hint of vanilla. It was impossible for me not to want to deepen the kiss just to get closer to him.
    Xavier pulled away and worked his mouth down my jaw and to the side of my neck where he sucked hard. The sensation was beyond amazing and for some reason if he’d asked me to lay down and spread my legs, against my better judgment, I probably would have done it.
    “What the fuck is going on here and why didn’t you tell us you were home?” Blaine exclaimed in anger.
    We separated but it wasn’t fast enough for him as he strode toward us, grabbed me and