I picked up my whiskey and took a sip. My thoughts were drowned out by the shrieks and yells from across the bar. I turned around on my stool and looked over, realizing that those noises were coming from a very drunk bachelorette party. I loved these damn things. They were full of drunken women, hopeful for the future because their girlfriend was getting married, and ready to get laid by random guys, just like me. I turned back around and smiled, thankful that these chicks pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded to the bartender, and he walked over.
“Do me a favor,” I whispered. “Send that bachelorette party a bottle of your best champagne on me.”
“Absolutely,” the guy said, though I wasn’t even sure this bar carried champagne.
I waited until the bartender delivered the bottle before standing up and straightening my shirt and pants. I dressed down as much as I could when I came out to places like this, but my closet only got so casual. I chose to wear my Dior button-down, jeans, and my Sperry’s. As always, my blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, and my blue eyes glimmered and reflected the hopes of hundreds of wasted girls.
The girls cheered as the cork popped out of the bottle, and fizzy liquid flowed into their glasses. The bride-to-be raised the bottle to me, and I nodded my head, watching the other girls’ eyes flow over me hungrily. I stopped momentarily, looking past the horde to several women from the bachelorette party dancing to the music in the background. I knew I had found my prey for the night.
She swayed her hips to the music, dressed in a tight black dress and heels, with dark hair and beautiful matching eyes. She was a goddess of West Palm Beach bars. She did not fit in at all, but she probably wouldn’t have fit in over in Palm Beach, either. She was absolutely stunning in every way, and her curves were structured perfectly, aligning with her long sexy legs. Her tits were bouncy and real, and immediately, I pictured myself sucking her nipple right into my mouth.
I watched as she drank her bubbly and giggled with the other girls, her feet not quite firmly planted, but good enough to keep control of herself. Instantly, I knew this was my girl of the night, hands down, no questions asked. I had to have her. I scanned her hand for a ring but was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t legally attached. Her friends looked up at me and giggled, catching her attention. She looked at them with a confused face and then turned back toward me, running her eyes from my feet to my head. She squinted her eyes and put her hands on her waist, challenging me almost. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I knew where my mind was.
I moved in for the kill.
“Hi,” I said, leaning in close to her and smelling her sweet perfume. “Do you want to dance?”
She looked at me for a moment, biting her lip, obviously unsure of whether she wanted to take the plunge. That, or she was playing hard to get and already knew she was going to take the invitation. Either way, I didn’t care. I just wanted my hands on her body. She nodded, and I smiled charmingly, winking at her friends as I took her by the hand and walked her out to the dancefloor. I could hear the girls giggling behind us. Once out there, I wasted no time getting my hands on those curves, and I pulled her close, brushing my mouth across her cheek and pursing my lips at her ear. I could feel the goosebumps popping up on her skin, and I smiled, knowing I had won already.
“You look fucking amazing,” I whispered.
She giggled and then pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes. Something in my chest felt like electricity, and I diverted my attention, shaking the feeling away. I ran my hand down her arm as we swayed to the music. I wondered what her name was. She had to have a sexy name, something that screamed confidence but at the same time, showed a vulnerability for a handsome man in a club.
“What’s your name beautiful?”
“Josie,” she whispered. “You?”
“Blaine,” I said, smiling.
“Well, Blaine,” she said, slapping my chest with both hands. “I need some air. Walk me outside?”
I shook my head and took her by the hand, leading her through the crowd and out the door. She stumbled slightly, and I grabbed her arm, watching as she leaned down and took her heels off. She leaned her head back and took in a deep breath of air, still clasping my arm. I pulled her along, looking at her mischievously as we crossed the street and walked into the sand. She struggled to get through the cool, sinking grains, so I turned and scooped her into my arms, cradling her as we walked toward the crashing waves. She laughed loudly as I ran toward the ocean, pretending that I was going to throw her in. I set her down on her feet and looked down in her eyes. She was fucking stun
ning.
I wanted to waste no time getting things going, knowing that I was tired from a long day, and this girl right was definitely the cure. I leaned down and pressed my mouth against hers, happy to feel her immediately melt into my kiss. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, opening her lips and allowing my tongue to slip inside. She tasted amazing, and I couldn’t help but give myself a mental high-five. She was the first girl I saw, and I got her out of that bar in record time. Talk about getting lucky.
Chapter 2
Josie
The bar was bumping, and all I could think about was how freaking lucky I just happened to get that night. There was this guy, who seemingly came out of nowhere, with perfectly done blonde hair, ice blue eyes, muscles that made me swoon, and the most charming smile I had ever seen on a man, and he was dancing with me. I didn’t know what I would have thought sober, but through my beer goggles, he was attractive, smart, successful, and seemed to be a pretty nice guy.
He bought my girl, Jane, the bride-to-be, an extremely expensive bottle of champagne and just told me how good I looked. He seemed like fucking Prince Charming compared to the guys that I met on a daily basis in West Palm Beach. He definitely seemed like he was not from the area, and I assumed he was from the ritzy part of Palm Beach, at least that was what his designer clothes were telling me.
I had drunk a serious amount of alcohol, the most I had drunk since I was in college. The shots they gave us were fruity and sweet and went down like water, but damn did they ever pack a punch. Either way, this hot and steamy blonde boy was making the room spin, holding me closely and dancing. Well, unless that was the booze spinning the room, but either way, it was definitely shaping up to be a top night for me. I could feel the heat of the bar starting to make me slightly dizzy.
“Well, Blaine,” I said after finding out his name. “I need some air. Walk me outside?”
He shook his head and grabbed my hand gently, pulling me through the crowd and out the door. As soon as the cool ocean breeze hit my face, I started to feel better, but apparently, my legs didn’t get that memo because I stumbled forward, grabbing onto Blaine’s arm. I reached down and took my heels off, destined to break my leg in the damn things. I leaned my head back and took in a deep breath, hoping it would help to sober me up just a little bit. Before I could open my eyes, I felt him tugging on my arm, and I started walking with him across the street and down onto the beach. The sand was cold, and my feet sunk right in, taking full advantage of my alcoholic knees. Blaine turned toward me and scooped me into his arms, running toward the ocean. I laughed loudly as he swayed my body over the waves before setting me down and looking at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.
He leaned forward and kissed my lips, and I immediately fell into him, letting my lips meld into his. It was this incredibly handsome man, kissing me on the beach as the waves washed over my feet and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. I don’t know what happened, but it was just like some ridiculous romantic movie.
The feel of his lips and the way the world spun around me with my eyes closed, buckled me at the knees. I hollered as my legs gave way, but Blaine reached out and grabbed me, lifting me back to my feet and holding me upright. He laughed as I swayed in his arms, looking up at his gorgeous face. This guy better freaking take me home because I wanted to see what he looked like naked.
“Whoa there,” he said, chuckling. “Careful. It doesn’t look like you’ve got your sea legs quite yet.”
“That’s okay,” I said, grinning. “I have this handsome sailor to hold me up.”