Jess
“This blows,” I say, sucking down the last of my rum punch. I signal to the bartender for another and Erin laughs.
I cringe and immediately drink half of my new drink. “Don’t remind me. He’s been pawing at my chest like a middle schooler all damn night.”
“Hey, you’re getting action tonight. Be thankful. Some of us came with friends,” she reminds me, nodding her head toward where Clinton is chatting with a few of his brothers. He looks absolutely delicious in the simple black and white tuxedo he’s donning and I shake my head.
“How you’re sticking to that friends-only rule with him looking like that is beyond me.”
“Jess!” Erin squeals, her blonde curls bouncing. “It’s Bear, for God’s sake.”
“And? Bear’s hot!”
“He’s practically like Skyler’s brother.”
“Again, and? That doesn’t mean he’s your brother.”
Erin seems to chew on that along with her straw as she sips on her drink, still staring across the room at Clinton and his brothers. Suddenly, Matt slides up and wraps his arms around my waist. Even though he’s a decent lay, I still inwardly groan and roll my eyes.
Because all I can think about is how he’s not Jarrett.
Bastard.
“Let’s dance.”
“I’d rather not,” I say bluntly.
Erin chuckles and I subtly flick her the bird.
“Wanna sneak off and find a closet somewhere then?” Matt smirks and bites his lip but the second the word closet leaves his lips my ovaries react. I’d like to find one, alright, but only if Jarrett is inside it.
Fuck!
“Sorry, I need to go…” I consider telling him I need to fix my hair or powder my nose but decide against it. “Piss.”
At that, he grimaces and I offer a sweet smile, pulling away from his grasp and making my way across the room. I drain the rest of my drink and leave the empty glass on a table as I pass.
When I reach the bathroom, I splash my face with cold water and lean against the counter, shaking my head.
This is impossible. As much as I try to deny it, Jarrett has invaded my every thought.
He’s right – none of these little boys can fuck me the way he does.
God, just thinking about it makes me squirm.
If there weren’t several other stalls occupied in here I’d probably just rub one out and be done with it.
The uncomfortable ache that I usually have no issue handling is building even more as I exit the bathroom.
I notice Skyler and Bear talking outside the tall glass doors in front of the hotel and I smile.
It’s about time they worked out whatever the hell has been going on between them.
I can’t decide if they act like an old married couple or siblings or both.
I’m just rounding the corner to the hallway that leads back to the main room when I hear a breathy giggle. Halting, I back up a few steps to peer down the opposite hall that leads away from the bathrooms. I smile, happy at least someone is getting their kicks tonight.
Slowly, and as quietly as I can, I tiptoe a little further down the hall and peek around the corner where I heard the noise.
I’m still hidden behind the wall, but I just barely make out the hem of Ashlei’s long, glittery coral dress.
Damn, Lei! Get it! I fight back laughter as I spy more, leaning my head out further so I can get a glimpse of whoever’s date she stole.
I know she came here stag, so who’s the mystery man?
I bite my lips between my teeth and cringe as the beads of my dress just barely scrape against the wall, making a soft scratching noise. Ashlei and her man friend don’t even blanch, though, so I lean out even further.
And then I gasp.
Slamming my hand hard over my mouth, I tuck myself back around the corner and press my back against the wall.
“What was that?” Ashlei asks and I slowly skirt the wall down the hall, desperately trying to keep my cool. When I reach the end of the hall I give up trying to be quiet and quickly cut across the lobby, flying out the door where Bear and Skyler are still talking.
“J-Love?” Skyler asks but I don’t turn. “Where are you going?”
I don’t answer, I just jump in one of the waiting cabs in the car-pool area and tell him to drive.
I spout off the name of the beach bar before I even realize what I’m doing, but I don’t take it back.
My breath is labored, my heart beating rapidly out of my chest. No way did I just see that.
No fucking way did I just see Ashlei making out with… with…
Oh, God, what’s the point?!
I know exactly what I saw. Ashlei was getting action, alright. She had her tongue down someone’s throat and she had her hands on their body.
But it wasn’t any guy I know.
It wasn’t any guy at all.
It was my Little.