Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

The woman unlocked her door after a heated make-out session on the side of the bar and I stumbled on. My hands were everywhere as I kicked it closed, needing to feel someone wrapped around me. I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me closer. Long legs wrapped around me as we made our way to the bedroom and I pushed her down in the dark. I didn’t need to see her since it would be someone else in my head. I just needed to fuck and made that clear back at the bar.

We stripped, and I reached into her drawer for a condom. I sheathed myself and crawled between her spread legs, finding her slick entrance. I drove in and heard her cry out, feeling nails in my back. Even drunk, I couldn’t pretend that this was Celia. The woman was rocking with me and asked for more as I gave it to her. She came twice before I had a slight orgasm, kind enough to pretend that it was harder for her.

I was too drunk to get a car home and passed out reluctantly in her bed. I still didn’t know what color her eyes were, nor did I care. It wasn’t until the following morning that I saw they were a soft green. She was pretty and wanted more but I told her I had to be at work, dressing quickly and making my exit.

I got an Uber to my car at the bar and headed home. It was approaching eight, and I walked into the kitchen with trepidation filling my heart. Of course, it was today that the women were all enjoying breakfast together. Brinley narrowed her eyes at me as I looked down to the floor, mumbling something in greeting.

I didn’t want to see Celia’s face. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and headed to my room for some decent sleep, feeling three pairs of eyes on me the entire time. I knew that it was obvious where I’d been since I looked in the mirror before I left the apartment. I slipped off my shirt and looked at my scraped up back with a turn of my head and a low curse. I’d be hiding that for a few days.

CHAPTER FIVE

Celia

“Someone had a good night,” Brinley said as Remy shuffled by. He looked like he was still half-drunk, and Melinda frowned with concern as he got some water from the fridge. I’d known him for long enough to see that he had a one-night stand last night, more than likely. There was definitely fucking, the kind that only Remy could deliver, and he didn’t do seconds most of the time.

I looked down at my plate as the women discussed him in low voices, feigning interest in my fresh strawberries. It could have been me in his bed the night before and I wouldn’t be feeling this pain right now. There wouldn’t be the ache between my legs, at least not as much. I’d tried to make it go away with my own hand as much as possible, but I still wanted him.

Another woman got Remy. I finished my breakfast as much as I could, taking the plate to the sink before Brinley noticed how much food was on the plate. I scraped the remains into the trash and washed it, placing it in the drying rack before I told them I was taking a walk on the beach. I was wearing leggings and a Henley already, so I slipped my feet into my sandals to head down the stairs. The wind was strong today, and it blew my messy curls around my head as I squealed. I ducked down and headed to the water, finding it calmer there. I slipped my shoes off and walked through the swirling waves, staring down as I considered my situation.

Remy was my best friend’s brother and felt like my own most of the time. We’d grown up together, and he helped me through a lot over the years. When my mom died, he was the one that sat with me on the beach and listened to me talk about them. Brinley felt horrible and tried her best and Melinda sat with me a few times to talk as well, but Remy was the one that got me. I knew that I had a crush on him since I started to understand hormones, but didn’t every girl have those? They often didn’t work out into anything and were a story to tell the kids later in life. Most girls didn’t fuck their crushes when they were at their lowest and crave it again.

I thought back to my mom and the words she said over lunch when I’d just turned seventeen. We were at our favorite fish and chips place and she sipped her iced tea before gazing at me. “Remy gets more handsome by the day, doesn’t he?” She smiled as I blushed and shifted in her seat.