Page 48 of Enough Isn’t Everything (Everything Trilogy #1)

Chapter Thirty-Four

WILL’S CURIOSITY

Six weeks after Orlando, it was Mandy’s birthday. Neil surprised her by inviting everyone to a beach party for her. There was a campfire, and he’d got some battery powered rope lighting and decorated around the party site with it.

Neil made the beach scene look romantic for her with tiki torches. He had some portable barbeques and coolers full of beer and wine. He even paid a freshman from another course to cook the food.

“Stop it, Will.” I swatted his hand away from ruffling my hair. We were all giggling at Will’s antics around the campfire. The drinking game we were playing was fun, guessing the song from a random line, all of us singing the song when someone identified it.

I was surprised at how great a singer Will was. “You need to play and sing, Will. Don’t hide that amazing voice of yours.” When he sang, his voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Smiling slowly, Will cocked his head. “You think I’m a good singer?”

I grabbed his hand, and hugged it to my chest. “Honestly, I could listen to you sing all day, you have a very seductive voice.”

He narrowed his eyes and pouted at the word seductive, pretended to act that out. Will’s smile widened as he grabbed me by my T-shirt, pulling me in for a hug. “You’re amazing, Lily. You always make me feel so much better about myself.”

I glanced up at him. “What’s not to feel better about, you’re an incredible person, Will,” I said, patting my palm against his chest. He shook his head in disbelief.

He had just sung “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith. Even though it was a cheesy song, he sounded ridiculously seductive and sexy with this a capella version of the song.

Saffy disliked the fact she wasn’t the center of his universe at that moment, and was clearly annoyed about it. Will had mingled amongst the other students, spending time getting to know them. The more he enjoyed himself, the less Saffy did. She became more and more irritated by him.

Eventually, she tried to call time on his drinking. “Enough, Will, don’t drink any more, you’ve had more than enough for tonight.”

Will was becoming increasingly annoyed with her. His head snapped around, scanning to see if anyone had heard her before challenging her. “What is wrong with you? Why can’t I have a good time with my friends? Who are you, my mother?” he hissed quietly.

Saffy huffed at him and sat back down, but her chin was taut and her eyes flashed with anger. She stood up. “Okay, we’re done here, Will, let’s go home.” She began moving toward the gate area, expecting Will to follow her.

Standing up, Will swigged back the last of his beer and threw his empty beer bottle in the cardboard box with the other empties. The loud clinking sound drew the attention of some of the others sitting near the fire. Tucking his fingers into his front jeans pockets, he swayed a little.

When he spoke, he had a slight slur. “Maybe you’re done. Maybe I’m not. If you don’t want to stay, don’t let me keep you from your bed.” Sweeping his arm dramatically toward the parking lot, Will indicated she was free to go if she wanted to.

Looking around her, she could see everyone was staring at her. She turned her attention to me. “Lily, can you help me get him to leave?” I was not about to get in the middle of those two.

“Saffy, maybe if you leave him a few more minutes he’ll come to that decision on his own.” I didn’t want to push it because I felt that this could only get worse for both of them.

Saffy’s neck jutted back in disbelief and she twisted her lips at me, throwing her hand up in a ‘stop’ gesture. “Okay, fine, I’m going home, are you coming at least?” I didn’t want her to fall out with me, but I didn’t want to leave either. I was having fun.

“Saffy, please… I need to catch up with a few people yet, and I think someone should make sure that Will’s okay.”

Throwing both hands up in surrender, Saffy huffed out a breath. “Whatever! I’m going home. You two do what you like.” She glanced over at Will, who was paying no attention to us, and had begun to sing with a group of students. They were all hugging and trying to out-sing each other.

An hour after Saffy left, other people began to leave. Lewis, one of the other students, offered us a ride home. He hadn’t been drinking because he was taking some antibiotics following surgery. I didn’t ask what his surgery was for, I was just pleased that he could give us a ride home.

Toying with the idea of taking Will back to our place because he wasn’t in a fit state to leave home alone, I decided against it. I didn’t want to see a full-blown argument erupt in our condo between Will and Saffy that I couldn’t get away from.

I asked Lewis to help take Will into his house. He sat in the back of the car and asked several times where Saffy had gone to. He couldn’t remember their conversation and seemed to be having difficulty taking any information in. Lewis and I struggled to keep Will upright.

“Are you fondling my junk?” he asked, giving me a drunken lopsided smile as I searched in his pocket for his keys. Lewis was worse than me, he’d pinked up with embarrassment, and I saw this in the porch light.

We both giggled at Will’s comment though. “No, Will, we’re just helping you inside.” We half walked, half dragged Will as far as his couch, then planted him firmly on his side.

Will was now lying in a self-induced coma from the sheer amount of alcohol he’d consumed. He was a funny drunk, singing and dancing, as well as quick-witted and hysterical when he was trying to play the drinking games.

I asked Lewis to stay for a few minutes while I took off Will’s shoes and socks, organizing him more on the couch, then I put a light sheet over him as it was still hot. I got a glass of water and tried to give it to him, but he was largely unresponsive and all I got was a grunt.

Lewis left, and I sent a text to Saffy. I did not want her to get the wrong idea.

I explained that another student had come back with me and helped Will onto the couch.

I told her that I was staying the night because he was so drunk, and someone needed to be there to check on him.

I also apologized for staying, but said that I was sure that she’d want Will to be okay too and that if she wanted to, she could come over and take my place. I didn’t get an answer.

I hovered in his room, not knowing what I wanted more, to sleep or to shower. I felt I needed both, but I knew I’d sleep better if I wasn’t so hot, so the shower won. It felt strange showering in Will’s bathroom, but I was doing the right thing. There was no way he could have been left on his own.

When I was clean and relaxed, I climbed into his bed and fell asleep quickly, too exhausted, and drunk to think about anything.

I dreamed Alfie had come over to see me, and we’d slipped into bed together. His mouth was on mine, his tongue running the length of my lips. My heart fluttered as his hands raked sensually across my belly, his big palm pushing lightly on my stomach as he settled his head between my thighs.

His warm, wet, tongue did that first flutter-tickle that was too light, but exquisite, and I moved my sensitive flesh nearer trying to gain a greater contact from him. He groaned, “Mmm… you taste so sweet.” The voice sounded lower.

Firm hands slipped under my ass to tilt my pelvis to allow his tongue greater access to me.

The voice broke into my dream, and I realized it was Will that was between my legs, his tongue lapping against my sensitive flesh.

I’d been dreaming, but this part I was awake for.

This wasn’t a dream, it was a waking nightmare.

Jumping back, I pulled my legs away, clamping them together when I remembered where I was. “Will, what the fuck are you doing?” I hissed. My heart was racing, my mind numb. It was dark in the room, but I could hear his voice.

He jumped, pulling himself up and his silhouette pushed back onto his knees in the dark. “Lily, oh God, is that you?” Will’s voice was almost a shriek. I grabbed the sheet and tried to wrap it around myself. From the resistance I was meeting, I guessed he was doing the same.

We both spent about a minute scrambling around on the bed, the weight of us on the mattress made us bounce around as we both moved aimlessly while freaking out. I’d been having an erotic dream and woke to Will doing those things to me.

Accidently, we made contact with each other again in the dark. “I don’t believe you did that, Will. What the hell were you thinking?”

A hurried whisper came back at me. “I’m so sorry, Lily. I had no idea it was you.”

I heard Will swallow hard and take a sharp breath, followed by his familiar low tone. “I didn’t know you were here. I just woke up horny and climbed into bed. I thought you were Saffy.” He sounded guilty.

“Yeah, that much was evident,” I snapped at him.

“Can you turn the nightstand lamp on?” he asked.

“Fuck no, I’m naked you’re not seeing me like this,” I hissed, trying to pull the sheet up again. Will started to chuckle.

“Sorry, I can’t… I’m sorry, but I just had my tongue inside your pussy, Lily, we’re a little late for any more embarrassment. Turn the light on.”

I shook my head with my eyes tightly closed, but it was dark, and he couldn’t see me. I failed to see the humorous side of the situation. Saffy would kill me. “Well?” he prompted me again. I gulped and there wasn’t nearly enough saliva in my mouth for a proper swallow.

“No.”

Will started laughing, it sounded like a snicker at first, and then it erupted into a long belly laugh. “Damn, I didn’t do it on purpose. It was accidental.”

“Yeah, Will, tell that to the judge,” I sneered wryly.

“You’re just ticked because I’ve tasted you, and you're left wondering about me.” My mouth fell open in the dark, I was glad he couldn’t see my reaction.