I’m not sure what to say to that, so I just snuggle with him while he tries to control his sobbing. I don’t know how long we lie in my bed, wrapped up in each other, before Bentley’s softly snoring. I’m glad I put on an extra layer of clothing because it doesn’t take long before his head is resting right over my breast, his mouth perilously close to my nipple. What is it with guys using boobs as pillows? It’s not like mine are even all that cushiony.
I don't have the heart to wake him, and if I'm honest, cuddling with Bentley isn't exactly a hardship. I'm actually relieved I'm okay with being touched like this after what happened. The memory of that vile man's rough hands and lips all over my body makes my skin crawl. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to tolerate anyone’s touch, regardless of how I felt about them. I relish in the comfort that provides, knowing I’ll need to stockpile it for later. I have a feeling things are going to get a lot worse before they get better.
CHAPTER SIX
JAZZ
“Well, isn’t this sweet?”
My eyes flutter open and find Kingston standing in the open doorway to my bedroom, looking awfully pissed. Why am I so sweaty? A pressure on my chest causes me to look down. Oh yeah, that's right. There are over two hundred pounds of muscular man-boy lying on me. Bentley's head is still on my left breast, and his hand is cupping my right.
I nudge him. “Bentley, get up.”
He squeezes my boob and mumbles, “I don’t wanna. I like it here.”
I don't have a chance to respond before Kingston is pulling on the back of Bentley's shirt, hauling him off me. "Get up, asshole."
Bentley blinks rapidly, trying to clear the sleep fog. When he realizes what’s happening, he glares at his friend. “Fuck you, dawg. I was comfy.”
Kingston returns Bentley’s glare. “Obviously. My question is, why the fuck are you here in the first place?”
Bentley stands to his full height, puffing his chest out. “I came to check on Jazzy Jazz.”
Kingston lifts a brow. “And feel her up while she was sleeping?”
Bentley’s eyes swing to me, panicked. “I wasn’t feeling you up in your sleep. I mean...I guess I was, but I was sleeping, too. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
I smile softly. “I know, Bentley. It’s fine.”
He gives Kingston a cocky grin. “See? She likes it when I feel her up.”
I shake my head at their ridiculous posturing. “That’s not what I said, jackass.”
If the hard set of Kingston's jaw is any indication, he doesn't find it nearly as amusing. "Get lost, Fitzgerald. I need to talk to Jazz, and your presence isn't required."
Bentley glances at me again. "Do you want me to leave you alone with this jerkoff, baby girl? Say the word, and I'll kick his ass to the curb so we can snuggle some more."
“Actually, Bent, I would like you to stay.”
Bentley grins widely, showcasing his sexy as hell dimples. “Sure thing, babe.” He approaches my bed with a little extra swagger, before taking the space beside me, folding his arms behind his head. His eyes twinkle with amusement as he taunts Kingston. “Nap time was fun. We should do it again real soon.”
I’m pretty sure Kingston just growled before muttering, “Keep pushing it, motherfucker.”
Kingston goes to shut the door, but I speak up before he gets the chance. “Leave it open.”
“I’d rather not. Peyton saw me walking up the stairs, and she’s definitely not happy I came to see you. Do you really want to make it easier for her to barge in here?”
I sigh. “Fine, but stay off my bed.”
He scowls. “So, it’s okay for Bentley, but not for me? Why’s that?”
I’m not about to expose Bentley’s emotional breakdown, so I shrug instead.
Kingston glowers and drops into the chair Bentley had occupied earlier. Why is it so sexy when a guy straddles a chair backward? It’s not helping that Kingston’s freshly showered and smells really good. Between the two of them, my whole damn room smells like hot guy.
“Why are you here, Kingston? I told you I needed time.”
“We need to talk. It’s been two goddamn weeks. I need to know what fucking happened in that forest from your point of view.”
“The police know everything that happened. I don’t really feel like rehashing it again.”
“Quit being so damn stubborn. If you recall, I have access to resources the police don’t.”
“Like what?” I challenge.
“That part’s not important.” He shakes his head. “What is important is having as much information as possible so we can catch the guy who did this to you."
I rub my temples. “Kingston, if you want me to trust you, you’ve gotta give me something. You can’t keep withholding information from me. I need a show of good faith.”
“Jazz, like I told you before, I’m one of the few people you can trust. Why would I go out of my way to get you to a hospital if I wanted to hurt you?"
I know he has a point, but I’m getting so sick and tired of all this non-disclosure. This world—all these elitists—seems to be filled with nothing but secrets, lies, and cruelty.
“I appreciate what you did in that forest, Kingston. I really do. But I think my wariness is perfectly justified in this situation.”
He studies me for a moment. "Fine, I'll give you something. I saw the police report, but I know you didn’t tell them everything. What are you hiding, Jazz?”
I raise my brows. “How did you get a copy of the police report?”
“With those resources I mentioned earlier. Now, tell me what happened from your point of view. What didn’t you tell the police?”
“Nuh-uh. You first. Explain that conversation we overheard.” I glance in Bentley’s direction. “Do you know what I’m referring to?”
He and Kingston share a loaded look before Bentley gives me a single nod in reply.
Kingston shakes his head. “That isn’t something that I can just spit out, Jazz!”
“Why the hell not? Bentley knows!”
His jaw tics. “Because Bentley’s been with me every step of the way! It’s a lot of information that isn’t easy to swallow, especially for you. Ask me something else. Anything else.”
“Why did you have Bentley take me so far away from the house? What was so special about that spot?”
Kingston runs his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “It was the closest dock to the house, not counting the one that leads to the boathouse. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I had a small speedboat tethered to it. I was planning to take you out on the water.”
“Why not use the dock connected to the boathouse?”
He gives me a look as if I’m being dense. “Because the clearing under the dock leading up to the house is less than two feet at the deepest end. There’s a slip on the front end of the house, but you can only get to it from inside the house. I didn’t think you’d appreciate being dragged through an orgy, so I had my guy move it before anyone arrived.”
“Your guy?”