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Thanks for bringing me up and talking me down.

Love you bitches. The tempestuous sequel to Bad Things picks up where the first book left off. Reeling from a profound loss, Tristan and Danika struggle to pick up the pieces and build a life together, but the hard habits of a lifetime are are not so easy to escape.

Rock Bottom takes us on a dual point of view journey through addiction and desire, through love and agony, and answers the question we've been asking since these characters were introduced in Grounded: My love for Tristan was so big that I felt consumed by it, and even so, it was not enough to overpower our combined demons. I struggled.

I yelled and screamed. I scratched and kicked.

I fought like hell, but even the most determined fighters have to stop before they break. No one could say I didn't fight for him. He gripped me harder. I'm not sure I'd survive it. And I'm not going anywhere. Not ever. I'd have given my life for that fight.

In fact, I very nearly did. If I'd ever had a doubt, I didn't now. She was the one I'd be thinking about, longing for, until I took my last breath. If I lost her tomorrow, I'd pine for her like a lovesick fool. This was the kind of love that only hit you once in your life. This book is intended for readers 18 and up. I'd been awake for a while, but I didn't even think about getting up. I wasn't sure if I was more wrapped around Tristan, or he me. We'd gone to sleep clutching each other, and from what I could tell, neither of us had moved an inch.

My leg was thrown over his hip, my arm around his side, a fistful of his T-shirt gripped in my hand like I was holding on for dear life. I was lying on my other arm, enough weight on it that it'd gone numb, and still, I didn't even think about moving. His arm was thrown over my shoulders, one leg pushed high between mine.

I could feel my own T-shirt riding up to my ribs, his hand gripping a handful of it at my back.

We'd been mirroring each other, clinging for dear life, even in sleep. I felt him stir, and I lifted my head to look up at him. His beautiful golden eyes were blinking, still blank from sleep. I witnessed his transformation from sweet oblivion and into dawning horror as he remembered. I thought that might have been the worst thing about losing someone, that moment between asleep and awake, when you had to remember and accept the loss again, relive that moment when your life changed, and you lost something dear.

It had been just over a month since his brother's funeral, and he was still reliving that horrible moment of realization every single morning. Two days after the funeral, Tristan's mother had asked him to leave her home and not come back. As wrong as it was, it was clear she was placing all of the blame for Jared's death at Tristan's door.

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I thought he'd taken the falling out well, considering all he'd been through, and I'd been confident that she'd change her mind after she made it out of her own grief, but so far, she was holding firm in her pique.

It was a struggle for me not to get mad at her.

But I told myself, over and over, that she was just hurting bad, and that much pain could spill outward. She loved Tristan, and so she would get over this.

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Tristan had taken her rejection well, all things considered, but he needed me now more than ever, and I was determined to get him through this.

He'd spent the past month basically glued to my side. He still had his apartment, but he'd slept over at Bev's house every single night since we'd left his mother's. He didn't want to be alone for even a second, and I understood. Solitude was perhaps a necessary component when dealing with grief, but I could not deny this man anything.

We didn't go out, spending our days playing with the boys, and our nights watching re-runs of Jerry's all-time favorite show, Arrested Development , over and over again, until we could quote the episodes to each other. We'd make love, fall asleep, then make love again. It was a time of comfort and distraction, of love and avoidance. To this day, I thought back on those days as the most bittersweet of escapes. His eyes shut tightly, and his lips sought out mine, seeking comfort through touch.

I gave it to him. I was ready and willing to give him absolutely everything. His fingers let loose their grip on my shirt, skimming up along my back, peeling it off me in a few smooth, swift motions.

His shirt received the same treatment from my impatient hands.


I rubbed my chest to his as we made direct contact, skin on skin. He dragged off my panties while I dragged off his boxer-briefs, kissing every part of his body that I could reach, sucking his nipple hard into my mouth until he gasped and tugged me away, his hands in my hair.

He slid his hands down to my hips, gripping tight. He rolled onto his back, and pulled me up to straddle him. I arched my back, using one hand to balance on his chest while the other guided him to my entrance. I rubbed him there, letting him feel how ready I was, and just loving the feel of his tip playing over me.

His hips bucked underneath me, pushing him in far enough to make me gasp. My eyes closed, my head falling back as sensation overtook me. I stayed still, just enjoying that perfect contact, until his impatient hands tugged at my hips, urging me to move. I circled at first, a teasing motion that had him gripping my ass and moaning. I bit my lip and worked into a rhythm, rocking back and forth, back and forth.

He brought one hand up, kneading at my breast, his other sliding up my thigh, going unerringly to my clit, rubbing in a circle that brought me to the threshold of release deliciously, leisurely. Those magic hands never missed their mark.

He worked me faster, and I froze and shook like I had a fever, letting the waves of rapture take me. I felt him jerking inside of me as I came back down from that addictive high, his face arrested in his own gratifying release. I loved to watch him come, and I held as still as I could, impaled on him, until his eyes opened, and he blinked up at me.

I folded down to lay against him, burying my face in the side of his neck, breathing him in. He always smelled divine. Like home. He said it all the time. He didn't hold it back, now that he'd admitted it, but it still gave me butterflies, every single time. I was, by nature, a fighter, and no one could say I didn't fight for us. Tristan was in the shower when I finally took Kenny's call.

He'd been trying to contact us both for a week, but some strange instinct had kept me from talking to him. I felt bad about it. Kenny was a nice guy, and he had to be hurting about Jared as well, but Tristan and I had been thriving in our own little world, and it was hard for me to let go of that. How are you? And how's Tristan doing? Sorry I haven't answered. It's just been, well,,," "No worries.

I understand. You're taking care of him, and we all appreciate that.

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Thank you. I had been trying to take care of him, but I hadn't expected his friends to thank me for it. I just want to be there for him. I'd do anything for Tristan. I'm glad he had you to help him through all of this.

He really needed you. I wasn't used to hearing things like that. I doubt he'll want it now, but just let him know that I'm keeping it for him.

Jared was teaching him to play. Did you know that? It would make him feel closer to Jared, and he needs that. I wasn't asking because I had the answer. In my opinion, it could go either way. They were so close.I'd do anything for Tristan.

I also love how he calls her Buttercup! Hot and dirty, but also incredibly tender - being patient with Bianca while she comes to terms with all of the things he is introducing her to, and caring for her so beautifully. Insatiable, Mr. Lilley If looking for a book Grounded. Theirs is a special kind of friendship that really is something that we all covet for ourselves.

Lilley Goodreads Author. It was supposed to be one night, one party, but that wasn't how things worked with Tristan.

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