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Thirty-Seven: mad as a hatter

Lukas's POV

What was I thinking, making a bet to see who could resist sex the longest? I can't even think about anything else with her on my lap, how on earth am I going to win this bet? And let's not talk about the sudden dirty talk escaping from her kissable lips. Fuck that's tempting.

"What are you going to do Bella, if dirty talk is only the beginning? Drive me mad?" I whispered near her ear, my hand gently rubbing the soft skin on her thigh.

"Mad as a hatter." She said, forcing a British accent and shit it was hot. I let my head rest against the couch as my eyes wandered over her being, from the crook of her neck to my hand drawing on her thigh. Where has she been all this time, college could have been so much more sufferable with her around.

"What are you looking at?" She said sweetly, a smile painted on her face while her hand slid over mine, trying to intertwine our fingers and I let her.

"You. What, does it make you uncomfortable?" I asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as I looked up to meet them.

"Only if you're mentally undressing me." She laughed quietly as she shifted on my lap and I wanted her to keep moving.

"Now you have put the idea in my head." I smiled looking over every inch of her. My hand grips around her wrist before my other trailed over the inside of it. "You know, this would make the perfect spot for my tattoo." I was completely adoring her, every inch of her, completely swooning. Before, if I would have seen another guy behave this foolish, I would have made fun of him, but now I understood.

"In your dreams. I give you a whole two minutes until you're begging." She laughed, looking at me dead serious and to be honest I wasn't giving myself any longer than that too, not if she was going to keep up her game.

"We'll see, Snowflake." I grinned and at that moment I saw Ben's head pop up from behind his cards. His gaze was directed to a tall redheaded girl dancing at the other side of the room with a buff guy, well dancing, humping was the correct term for it. I recognized her and I knew things were going to go south quickly. Lexa, his ex.

Ben stood up, his face red with anger while throwing his cards on the table. He paced between the table and the couch deciding what to do, while watching Lexa dance with that other guy. It was hard to ignore them as they were the only two people actually dancing. If I didn't say something, he was going to explode, do something stupid or fucking cry, who was going to say, but I didn't want to find out.

"Ben, calm down... This isn't worth it." I said while he balled his fists and shook his head. "Just ignore her man." I said as I felt Bella's eyes on me. I quickly looked at her confused expression. "That's his ex. She's trouble." I whispered to her while nodding at Lexa's direction.

All of us where looking back and forth between Lexa and Ben like watching a game of tennis and all of us were shocked when the guy pulled her closer, closing the gap between them as they started making out like there wasn't an audience. Ben took his bottle of beer from the table, his eyes glazed, before chugging it down. He looked at it in his hand, considering what to do with it.

"Fuck you Lexa!" He yelled as his hand flew through the air, letting go of the bottle which was about to smash against the wall behind the couch. I quickly wrapped my arms around Bells, tucking her head under my arms as I felt her fingers grip onto my hoodie. She squealed when the bottle hit the wall, glass shattering.

"Fuck!" I looked up, my hands cupping her face as she looked absolutely terrified, her eyes carrying their own personal trauma's. "Are you hurt?" I said, checking if any of the glass could have hit her. I swear to god if a single piece of glass touched her, I'm going to kill Ben. "Bells answer me, are you okay?" I repeated when she didn't answer me the first time and worry washed over me in a heartbeat.