Episode 244
WE’VE GOT TONIGHT
Brett
A few moments earlier…
Jazz grins, a flash of mischief lighting up her face.
She moves in, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her skin, her perfume curling around me like invisible silk.
For a second, I let myself forget the ache in my chest, the hollow gnawing at my insides.
She presses in, her body flush against mine, and for just a moment, I let myself slip under, let her laughter and her curves distract me from the storm in my head.
I look toward River.
He’s not smiling.
I look toward Alex.
He’s not smiling.
I look toward Jake.
He’s really not smiling.
I look toward Seb.
He’s smiling, but clearly a little irritated, probably because Jazz is all over me and not him.
I’m feeling pretty lightheaded from the bourbon, and right now, I’ve got a gorgeous blond hottie who wants me. Or who at least wants to have a little fun.
So I swoop her into my arms—every naked inch of her—and start walking toward the beach.
“Silly!” she says, her smile radiant. “Where are you taking me?”
“Where do you want to go?” I ask.
“I only came to strip for you bachelors. I didn’t come to… You know.”
“You want me to put you down then?”
This time, her smile morphs from radiant to seductive. “Hell, no, stud. You’re in charge. Show me a good time.”
She’s light as a feather, and she wraps her arms tightly around me. Her Dolly Parton tits are smashed against my chest. Are they real? Fake? I don’t care.
She’s gorgeous, and I’m horny. More than that, I’m pretty drunk and ready to do something outrageous.
Sienna.
Jake.
Sienna.
Jake.
My two loves.
I’ve fucked all that up.
Screwing Jazz will fuck it up even more.
But the booze is in my veins, and—
Damn.
The women. They’re straight ahead, on the beach. Ariel’s bachelorette party.
Sienna is there, her hair swaying around her. Her back is to me, but she’s still beautiful—her long, lovely legs, her sweet ass…
She’s talking to…Misty?
Since when are they tight?
I look away and move quickly so they don’t see me.
I carry Jazz away from the light of the torches, her hair catching the silvery hue of the moonlight.
She’s humming some pop song against my neck, her lips brushing my skin.
I don’t know the tune, and I don’t care.
All I know is I need to get far enough away from that crowd, far enough away from Sienna’s eyes.
And Jake’s.
God, Jake.
My feet sink into the warm sand.
Jazz giggles in my ear. “You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be carried off by a sexy caveman.”
I grunt. “Hope I’m living up to the fantasy.”
“Oh, babe.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “You are the fantasy.”
I don’t answer. The only fantasy I’ve ever really wanted is the one I ruined.
Sienna.
But tonight isn’t about wanting what I can’t have. It’s about forgetting. About numbing the sting.
I find a stretch of beach hidden from the lights. The ocean whispers just beyond, waves lapping the shore.
I remove my shirt—Jazz catches her breath—spread it on the sand, and lay Jazz down on it.
She stretches like a cat, her limbs splayed, her eyes glittering. “So now what?”
I drop down beside her, resting on my elbow, staring out at the waves instead of her tits. “Now I try not to think.”
She slides her hands across my chest. “I can help with that.”
She kisses me, hard and demanding. I kiss her back, shoving my tongue into her mouth. I press my palm to her thigh, slide it up slowly.
But my body isn’t cooperating.
Not like before.
Because I’m too aware of everything else.
Too aware of Sienna’s laugh—a sound I love but haven’t heard since yesterday.
Too aware of Jake’s presence—the lost love of my youth who I thought I’d never see again.
Too aware of how empty all of this feels.
Jazz pulls back, frowning. “Brett?”
I shake my head. “Sorry. I think I had one too many drinks.”
She studies me for a second and then sits up, a pout on her full lips. “Well, that’s a damned shame.”
Her tone is light, but it’s impossible not to hear the edge underneath.
She’s trying not to take it personally.
I appreciate that.
“I didn’t mean to—”
She waves a hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s just…”
“Just what? I’m not sexy enough?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a fantasy come to life.”
She sighs. “Just not your fantasy.”
I don’t reply right away. I’m trying to find the right words through the liquor-clouded haze of my mind.
Because she is my fantasy. She’s every man’s fantasy.
That’s not really the issue here.
I draw in a breath. “I’m in love,” I finally say.
“With me, I hope.” She gives me a wink.
She’s teasing. I get it. I’m not in love with her, and she’s not in love with me. She’s up for a romp, though. That much is clear.
I thought I was too. I am, actually. My dick just didn’t seem to get the memo.
Damned bourbon.
“Baby,” she says, “this doesn’t have to be anything other than what it is. Two people enjoying each other. Two people with needs.”
She’s not wrong.
But I don’t know her. I don’t know anything about her. That wouldn’t have stopped me before, but what if she goes running to Sienna? To Jake? Telling them—or anyone else—what we…
We what?
So far all we’ve shared is a kiss. The booze is preventing me from going much further.
“You’re very beautiful,” I say.
“So are you, baby. And you’re here. I’m here. And no one else is.”
“They’ll expect us back. They were setting up for something.”
“We’ll be back.” She slides her tongue over the seam of my lips. “Eventually.”
I open, kiss her again.
After a few moments, she pulls away. “Hey. We’ve got tonight. Stop thinking.”
My cock begins to react. The booze didn’t completely deaden it after all.
Stop thinking?
Sounds like fucking good advice.
I roll on top of Jazz, deepen the kiss.
Who needs tomorrow?