Kallie closed her eyes and allowed the wind to pour through her hair. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the rhythmic fingers of Ash’s stroking in them. Untangling her hair he had so roughly messed up.
She really liked it.
She just wished he would’ve stayed.
“I do,” Kallie said.
“Good girl. Now, I suggest you put on another one of your bikinis, take that book you’re reading, and go
treat yourself to an after-sex drink. You deserve it after all.”
“It’s nine in the morning,” Kallie said.
“Then wait another hour. I don’t care. I’m going to go have a drink, though. All this talking about orgasms makes me feel like I just had one.”
“You’re insane.”
“And I love you too. Talk soon?”
“Of course, Eris.”
“Toodle-oo!”
Kallie hung up the phone and decided she was, once again, right. Her out-of-control best friend, who was the complete opposite of her somehow, knew exactly what she needed and when. Kallie cleared her plate and slipped into a bikini, then she packed her purse for the beach. She slipped into her flip-flops and grabbed her wide-brimmed hat, then wrapped a colorful bikini wrap around her body.
Then, she set off for the Cabana.
She figured she would see Ash working there, but he wasn’t. Which was odd, because that was his excuse for leaving the night before. Was he lying? Was he that desperate to get away from her? It made her heart sink thinking about it and she suddenly didn’t want to pester the younger bartender for a drink. She walked down to the beach and settled in an open lounge chair and pulled out her book.
All she wanted to do was forget about the night before.
But when that wet suit went racing by on the ocean waves, she sighed.
She knew exactly who it was.
She looked up and saw Ash surfing, with his tight body dripping with water. Eris’s words rang in her ears, and she resisted the urge to go talk to him. She honestly didn't want to anyway. She’d done something wrong last night. Something to push him away, and she wasn’t sure what. Did he not have a good time? Did she stink afterward? Did she do something he didn’t like? Maybe she was too forceful with her actions or her sounds were too loud.
James sometimes told her she was too loud in bed.
Maybe that was it.
Or maybe she was simply a bad lay that he wanted to get away from. Kallie didn’t have a lot of experience in the area. Not like Eris anyway. Her stomach sank to her toes and tears rose to her eyes, and she didn’t like the way she was feeling. According to her friend, she was supposed to feel lighter. Better. Ready to take on the future. But all Kallie felt was sick and used and embarrassed.
Maybe a drink would help after all.
The bar was opening early and she was thankful for it. She gathered her things and headed to the Cabana, knowing that being around anyone was better than lying in her villa bed alone and depressed. She slid onto one of the barstools and dropped her purse at her side, and the young bartender behind the bar flashed her a charming smile.
Blond hair.
Blue eyes.
He was cute.
“Well hello there, beautiful,” the guy said. “My name’s Johnny. What can I get you?”
“Something strong,” Kallie said. “And preferably noncarbonated.”
“How does sex on the beach sound?” he asked.