Damn, just what I needed to hear. I can’t believe I didn’t think to call her. She always knows how to get me off. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. We both stare at each other for a minute before I lean forward and gently bite her neck. She lets out a loud sigh, and I can feel my cock stirring to life.
“The only plans I have include you and my bed.”
She runs her hands up into my hair and grabs handfuls. “You buy me a shot and a drink first and then let’s get the hell out of here.”
Hell yes. I grab her hand and go back inside. I head right for the bar and order us each a shot and a beer. No frou-frou drinks for this girl. She hops up on the barstool, and I cage her in by placing my arms on the bar behind her. Neither of us says anything, it’s not necessary. There is so much sexual desire swirling around us, we know exactly what’s going to happen.
The bartender gives me the shots and beers. I hand her a shot and hold mine up. “To a long overdue night.” We tap glasses and throw back the shots.
“You want to dance while we drink these beers?” she asks.
Why the hell not? It’ll be that much sooner I get to touch her body. “Sure.”
We go out onto the dance floor, and as soon as we stop, I pull her flush against me. We start moving, and the more we move, the harder my cock gets. She runs her free hand up my chest at the same time she thrusts her hips forward. She’s like water to a man dying of thirst. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be with her. “Chug that beer, Em, because we need to get the fuck out of here.” She gives me a smile and presses the bottle to her lips. I need to turn away before I end up busting a nut right here and now.
I glance out into the sea of people and my eyes are drawn to the right, as if I have no control over where I’m looking. In an instant, the wind is knocked out of me and my heart pounds in my chest. Standing off to the side doing a shot is none other than London Tweed. I peek down quickly at Emily, and my once painfully hard cock is no more. The spell is broken; the drink of water is spilled on the damn floor. I can’t do it. Son of a bitch, I can’t do it.
Chapter Three
London
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Never in my life have I been this turned on or attracted to someone. I’m not good with words, London, but I can show you everything I’m feeling with my body, all right?”
I snap my eyes open and the sun flowing in my windows blinds me. I thought for sure after going out last night that I wouldn’t have the dream. Shannon and I had the best time, well, her probably more than me. She ended up meeting a guy, and they hung out most of the night. Thankfully, I saw some of the waitresses from the restaurant and we danced and drank a lot. The funny thing is that I could have sworn I felt eyes on me, not the whole night, but toward the end. I kept glancing around and didn’t see anyone looking at me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was wishful thinking, but I have no idea for sure.
I take a deep breath and decide to get up, since it’s already ten o’clock. I drag my tired ass out to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. Shannon is still sleeping, and since she’s in my office, I sit on the couch and pull Facebook up on my phone. As usual, I talk with my street team, post on my author page, and answer a few private messages. I love hearing from readers. It makes everything I do worth it. I just received a message from a reader saying she felt such a connection to one of my characters that it made her cry. How can you ask for anything more? Every message I receive makes me smile.
After drinking two cups of coffee and still no Shannon, I decide to go wake her ass up. I open the office door and have to hold back a laugh whe
n I see she’s still in her dress from last night. She’s passed out on her stomach with her arms and legs out to the side. I guess she was more trashed than I thought. I’d let her sleep, but it’s now after twelve and I want to go get some lunch. I pull open the blinds and she starts to stir.
“Shannon, get up.” She groans so I plop down on the bed and laugh when she tries to kick me off. “Come on, you hung-over bitch, get up.”
“Seriously, London, I want to kick your ass right now. Shut up.”
I laugh again, but go grab her some Motrin and a bottle of water. “Here, take this and I’ll go shower. When I get out, you better be at least sitting up.” I put the Motrin and water down on the side table and head off to the shower.
When I’m in there I start to feel bad for waking her up. This is her vacation. I should have let her sleep in. I shake my head and let the water run down over me. I’m deep in thought between the ridiculous reoccurring dream and feeling like a shit friend. When the bathroom door opens, I scream.
“Relax, it’s just me. I need to pee out some of this alcohol.” Like I said, she always keeps me laughing.
I decide to pick us up some subs and bring them back to the house. That way, I’m not rushing her anymore. When I get back, she’s on her phone relaxing on the couch, and she smiles at me.
“What are you smiling at?” I put our food on plates and bring it into the living room. I sit next to her and she puts down her cell phone.
“Last night didn’t go how it should have. I’m sorry I left you. That isn’t how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to help you, and I go off and find a hot, fuckable guy, leaving you to hang with girls from work.”
I shrug my shoulders and finish chewing my food. “Shan, do you really think I care? This is your vacation, you should be having fun. You aren’t here to babysit me, for Christ’s sake. I’m a big girl. I’m glad you found a hot, fuckable guy. Now let me live through you. Tell me all about him.” She sighs, she actually sighs, and I get excited because I haven’t seen her like this in a very long time. She must really be into this guy. Is that even possible after one night?
“Long story short, his name is Brody. He owns his own construction company, and he’s the best kisser my lips have ever touched. He wasn’t your ordinary bar pick up. He actually wanted to talk and get to know me. He danced, he laughed, and once we kissed, it was like he couldn’t get enough.” Her phone goes off and she grabs it, smiling.
“Let me guess, fuckable Brody is texting you.” She peeks up at me and winks.
I laugh, shaking my head, and continue to eat my lunch while she texts. I am happy for her, but part of me wants to say, you don’t live here, how will this work? After one night at a bar, can you really start to have feelings for another person? My creative mind starts going, and I can see the beginning of a new story developing. Maybe I need to think like one of my characters. They wouldn’t overthink things. They wouldn’t give their friends a hard time. They would go with it. I should do that with my own damn love life, or lack of. I decide to take my own advice, or my characters’ advice, and just go with the flow.
Shannon finally puts the phone down and smiles up at me. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I keep ignoring you.”
I smile and hug her. “I’m happy you’re happy. That’s what matters.”