t because that is what is best for her future.
Maybe her company’s future? I have no idea.
But Sloane was right about one thing. I was going to lose this game. I was never going to claim her. Even if she decides not to marry Wes, she will never be mine. She is too intelligent, too independent, too rational to let her heart go to a man like me.
I sip on my beer, trying to forget about all of it. I stare out at the ocean. I should take a trip somewhere. Get away from my normal life for a week or two. I’ve always wanted to travel overseas. But it would have to be somewhere without a beach because, after our time together on the beach, in the ocean, I can’t be out here without thinking of her.
It was a mistake, coming here now. I should have just gone back to my shack. Maybe then I can forget about her. I glance down at the six-pack on my left. Maybe, after drinking all of them, I will forget about her.
“Can I join you?” a soft voice says behind me.
I freeze, not sure if she is really here or if I am imagining her.
She doesn’t wait for me to answer. Sloane just sits down in the sand next to me, not caring that her white dress is going to be covered in sand. She takes a beer and opens the cap with the bottom of her shoe. She didn’t bother asking if she could have one. She isn’t that kind of girl. She doesn’t ask permission for anything; she just does.
“Thank you,” she says after a long pause.
I stare at her with wide eyes. I’m not sure if anyone has ever thanked me before, for anything. And I never expected to get multiple thank-yous from her, of all people.
“You really need to stop thanking me. For however bad Wes treats you, I’m worse.”
She sips her beer. I watch her mouth close around it, and I can’t help but imagine her lips wrapped around my cock. Although I don’t see that happening—ever.
“I’m not getting married tomorrow,” she says.
I nod. “I guessed that. I’m not sorry. I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”
She finishes her beer. “I’m not sorry either. Not really.”
She takes another beer out, which makes me smile at her.
I finish my own beer and start on a second. “So, what now?”
“First, I’m going to finish the rest of these beers with you.”
I grin. “Of course. And then?”
“And then you are going to fuck me and make me forget about Wes.”
I spew the beer out of my mouth. She looks at me straight-faced though, and I know she is dead serious.
“You surprise the hell out of me, Sloane.”
She drinks down half of her second beer. “You don’t surprise me at all.”
“I’m not sure if that was meant as a compliment or a dis, but I’ll take it if it means I get to fuck you.”
“I don’t like surprises.”
“I love surprises if they come from you.”
Her lips crash with mine, surprising the hell out of me again. Her kiss is hungry, like she is desperate for more and more and more. And I’m more than happy to give her everything she wants and more.
I kiss her back, equally as hungry. My tongue slides into her mouth, and to my surprise, she lets me. Each step I take with her is going to surprise me because I thought she hated me. She has every reason to. I broke up her wedding. I ruined her life.
But she is kissing me like I’m the only man she has ever wanted. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her closer to me, and at the same time, she pushes herself on top of me. We fall back and break our kiss.
Sloane lies on top of me, breathing heavily from our quick make-out session. We stare at each other for a moment, deciding if we want this to go any further.