The Last Straw
It had been a long night of drinking between the five friends, Grace being her usual dancing dirty self. There had been a girl, but Grace didn't seem all that interested tonight and ended up back at the table, nearly falling over and being caught by Harrison but of her own accord. She blinks, glancing around when she didn't see Jude at the table.
"I'm taking you home tonight, love," Bryant murmurs softly in her ear, as he takes her hand.
"But Jude..." She didn't have too much fight in her, too much understanding because she'd had too much alcohol. Even needed that arm under her hand to steady herself as she walked.
"Jude asked me to do it, he found a pretty thing to play with tonight." He pats her hand lightly, tugging her a little closer. "I'll get you back to the penthouse, don't you fret, Baby G."
Something inside her hurt at that news, at the thought of Jude having found someone and having her be more important. That hurt fueled her to go easily with the tug, willingly into Bryant's side. "Only my penthouse," she murmurs, statement not question. No going to his place.
Bryant helps her into the car with a nod, "Only your penthouse." It wasn't uncommon knowledge that her parents were out of the country, so he really had no problem making that promise. He slid into the car after, telling the driver to get to her place fast.
She curled against his side, head resting on his shoulder as the car spun slightly. Too much to drink, she thought as a hand tipped her chin up and lips captured hers in a demanding kiss. She makes the softest sound into the kiss, stiff for a moment before she kisses him back. She's already forgotten who exactly she was kissing, just taking in the body that was bringing her pleasure as one hand slides along her bare leg.
It really isn't long before they're pulling up to her place, Bryant sliding out and tugging Grace with him. He speeds them to her elevator, pinning her in a corner once they're on and the button's pressed. He kisses her deeply, pulling another soft sound from her. Liking those sounds, he kisses and nips along her jaw and down her throat. The soft purred sound she makes spurs him to nip a little harder and when she seems to be responding fairly well to that, he sets teeth into her skin right where neck meets shoulder.
She whimpered softly at the bite, pushing at his chest a little as he broke skin with a soft, "Hurts..."
His head rose from her throat, licking his lips and looking at the bite. A big part of him smiled at the fact that she'd be wearing it for a decent while. "I'll make it better," he answered, kissing her again.
She hesitated at the kiss, the copper of the blood making her pause though he was demanding enough to get her to give in; especially when he tugs her against him and she can feel him against her.
The elevator dings and she moves with him as he backs them out of it and to her room. It's only once they hit her room that he tugs at her shirt, breaking the kiss and removing it from her. He ignores her faint sound as he backs her onto the bed, pushing her back and crawling over her.
She kicks off her heels, scooting backwards. Her rational mind, clouded under all the alcohol, trying to get away from him and her drunken self wanting to have more space without accidentally falling off the bed. She's not surprised that he follows her, his shirt already on the floor with hers and she doesn't remember him taking it off.
He tugs her bra off her with a sharper tug, pulling a soft unhappy sound from her. The sharp tugs don't stop there either as he tugs her skirt off her, ripping it in the process. There's another unhappy sound from her because her whole body had jerked with that tug, and she didn't like this. It was wrong. All of it.
He was settle between her legs, hands kneading her breasts roughly as he leaned down to kiss her. Any and all of the sounds she's starting to make, most unhappy because she's starting to not like this, not want this, it's too rough, are ignored as his mouth trails down. She whimpers softly as his tongue runs along that bite, irritating it more, and then down to take a nipple in his mouth. Teeth tug sharply at her nipple as he jerks her panties from her body, small whimpers and a soft, "No..."
"Come on, Baby..." Bryant's hand trails down her body to check how ready she is, forcing to fingers into her as she whimpers again at the rough handling.
She doesn't hear the elevator ding, don't hear her door slam open, she's too focused on the pain both between her legs and at her breast. It's not until Bryant is forcefully jerked off her, off the bed that she even notices there's someone else in the room.
She sits up slowly, watching the two boys fight before Jude is dragging Bryant out the door with a snarled threat that if he touched her again he'd regret it. She can only assume he tossed him on the elevator because he comes back alone, sporting wounds of his own and looking a little wild around the edges. She's got tears in her eyes by the time he's back, she's starting to hurt now and she's shivering slightly as Jude moves to her side, having stopped at her dresser to grab a pair of pajamas for her. He's seen her grab them to change enough times to know just where they are.
"Gracie..." He cups her cheek, looking her over with a clinical eye to see exactly what's been hurt. Aside from the rough treatment, there's a faint bite mark around one nipple and the bleeding bite mark on her throat. He's lucky to have enough time to see those before she's throwing herself into his arms with a soft sob. He catches her, scooping her up and moving to the bathroom attached to her room; the pajamas are grabbed as he passes the bed. He sets her down and helps her into the cotton pants before he settles her on the sink counter. He cleans up the bite at her throat, putting a bandage over it because it's still seeping blood slowly. He's pissed off enough that it's a completely clinical hand and eye that spreads some neosporin along the bite on her breast, wanting to make sure it's clean too in case Bryant broke skin at any point along it. Only then does he help her into the tank top and then help her to bed.
After she's tucked in, he moves to leave and she grabs his arm. The grip is light enough to have been ignored but he stops like it's a steel grip. "Don't...don't leave me...please..."
The soft tone and the tears in her eyes have him settled next to her on the bed so she can curl up. It's only with his arm wrapped around her and her head on his chest that she actually relaxes and eventually falls asleep.
After she's asleep, Jude grabs an extra pillow and blanket and settles along the floor next to the bed. Though, it's not long after he moves that she's whimpering in her sleep and not long after that that she jerks awake with a soft gasp. It's a shivering Grace that's shaking Jude's shoulder to wake him and plead with him that he come back to her bed, that she can't sleep without feeling safe. He makes her feel safe, curled around her and warm. He agrees after a moment, shifting off the floor and settling in her bed. It takes longer to fall asleep for both of them this time, but they both do eventually. She sleeps better with him pillowed under her head, feeling safe in the fact that Bryant won't be back so long as he's with her.