CHAPTER 10

SCOTT

I’m not sure how it happened, but somehow these girls have talked us into taking them dancing. Jordan takes us to a bar located on the outskirts of the city. We walk inside and find the place is jam packed with tourists and regulars alike.

There’s a DJ in the corner taking requests, and right now, Christina Aguilera is playing and the dance floor is packed with warm bodies swaying back and forth. Jordan orders two pitchers of beer, while the girls order a round of Cosmos. Soon after they’re delivered, Skylar surprises me by slamming hers down and quickly ordering another.

While I realize we’re both adults and capable of making our own decisions, knowledge of her past tells me she’s not typically a drinker. I’d hate to have to carry her out of here. Then again…

“You might want to pace yourself, Blondie. Those things pack a mean punch once you’ve had one too many,” I warn her.

“Who are you, the drink police now? I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it.” She smirks before downing the second drink. “Wow, these are pretty damn good!” She indicates to the waitress to bring her a third. Thank goodness Cassie chooses this time to drag Skylar’s already swaying ass off to the dance floor before that one gets delivered.

The DJ cranks the music up and the harmonies of the BSB filter through the speakers. This group used to be Sky’s favorite and she’s just drunk enough to be completely uninhibited on the dance floor. I know this, because the Skylar Dennison I remember has a great ass and two left feet. The girls are swaying their hips back and forth, gyrating around the dance floor and laughing. Even at seven months pregnant, Laney still has some good moves.

“Yo, Davis.” I smack his arm to get him to stop talking and turn around. “Your girl looks pretty hot out there. She may be prego, but she’s got a bunch of dudes checking her out.” I point to a group of guys staring at her ass. “You may want to go stake your claim.”

“Oh, hells no. Let’s go.” He stands and motions for us to follow. I look around but don’t see Masterson.

“What gives? Has Masterson already found someone to hook up with?”

“It would appear so.” Cage points over to the far side of the bar where Masterson has cozied up with a redhead. “I’m just happy to see it. I’d hate to think he’s the only one not seeing any action this weekend.”

“Whoa.” I land my hand on his shoulder. I don’t want these guys getting the wrong idea about Skylar and me. “Nothing’s going on with Skylar. We’re just friends.”

“Just friends, huh?” He and Davis share a look between them. “Think what you want, my friend, but that girl is very into you.”

I look over at Skylar, and my jaw clenches. She’s dancing with some guy, and even though it’s a fast song, he feels the need to lay his hands on her. The look on my face must say more than I’m letting on, because Cage claps me on the back and laughs.

“Guess that makes two of you. What are you waiting around for? Go and get her before I have to throat punch that asshole.” He gives me a look, and I mumble, “Shut up,” as I walk onto the dance floor.

Just as I approach, another song comes on, a slow song this time. Her back is turned to the guy, and I tap him on the shoulder and tell him to fuck off. He opens his mouth to argue but takes one look at my flexed arms and throws up his hands as he backs away. Moments later, my arms slip around her and settle on her hips to slow her jerky movements. She reaches behind her, circling one arm around my neck, baring the flesh of her own neck to my awaiting lips. I dip my head and sniff, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her favorite almond and vanilla body wash. I’d recognize that scent anywhere.

Her back arches, pressing the curve of her ass against my growing erection. Having her this close to me is hard enough, but once the grinding starts, I have a hard time holding back. I know I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this. But the image of her in that little blue bikini pops into my head, and I immediately think back to this afternoon and how hot seeing her had made me. How I skulked off to my room and ended up masturbating to that vision. Ejaculating into my own hand hadn’t been enough to erase that image, because it’s back, and right now, I’d love nothing more than to discover what it feels like to kiss her naked body as I slip inside her and make her scream my name.

My hands glide up and down her sides just as my lips land on her neck. Feather soft kisses tickle over her exposed skin, making her moan and grind into me. It feels hot as fuck, and my balls weigh heavy with need. Her hand remains locked on the back of my head, holding me in place.

“Scott,” she murmurs my name inches from my lips, but neither of us moves the fraction it would take to seal the deal.

I swallow once, and she nervously draws her bottom lip between her teeth. My eyes track the subtle gesture. Four years may have passed, but I still remember that move. It’s her tell that she wants me to kiss her. So, I take a deep breath and go for it. Tilting my head to the side, I press my lips softly against hers. It’s not an aggressive kiss, not at first, but the moment our lips connect, it feels so incredibly familiar. So perfect. It doesn’t take a genius to know I’m in big trouble. I’ve kissed countless girls since high school, but one taste of Skylar’s sweet lips, and I’m transported back in time. Back to when I was eighteen and could feast on her lips anytime I wanted. Looking back, I don’t know that I ever truly appreciated what I had. I didn’t respect the fact that night after night, she offered me only what she could handle. My hands had touched her. My mouth had tasted her. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how much she gave, I always wanted more.

Skylar pulls back, and her fingers immediately go to her lips. Her eyes dart briefly to mine before looking away nervously as if she’s just sobered up and realized what happened. Tears well in her eyes, and she shakes her head before running off the dance floor.

***

I suppose I should feel bad about kissing her, but I don’t. I don’t think that makes me a horrible person. Right?

If the kiss bothers Skylar, she hasn’t said anything more about it. Once we make it back to the house, the girls make an announcement that we all need to gather on the covered porch to play some game called Dirty Minds. To make it even more interesting, they’ve taken it one step further and divided us into teams. Girls against the guys. A bottle of tequila is brought out, and soon we’re all doing tequila shots. Well, all but Laney, who sips cranberry juice with a twist of lime. As the drinks go down, our voices grow louder and the talk turns pretty raunchy. This game is the perfect choice for a rowdy group like ours.

“Okay, here’s a good one for you,” Skylar announces while trying to maintain her composure. “A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you’re bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?” she asks while wiggling her eyebrows and cracking up.

“Shit, that’s a no-brainer. It’s gotta be a pussy!” Masterson’s drunken ass shouts as he looks around the room. “Am I right?”

“No,” Skylar yells as she rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue to wiggle at him, making it look as if she’s doing something very dirty. His eyes bug out of his head, and he laughs heartily.

“Damn, girl, now I feel like I need to return the favor,” he says, wiggling his tongue back in her direction.

“Knock that shit off!” I snap at him. The rest of them snicker at my reaction, but Skylar’s face goes all serious and she leans forward as if about to whisper to Masterson but instead ends up saying it loud enough for all of us to hear.

Making a telephone motion with her hand to her ear, she announces, “Call me later, baby,” teasing him, making him blush and my blood boil.

“What is it, Skylar?” Laney asks after our drunken laughter dies down.

“A wedding band. Geez, you boys are disgusting!” she says as she winks at Masterson.

I know I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it does. It pisses me right the fuck off, but I stew quietly.

Davis reaches across the table to draw a card from the stack. He reads the card silently before clearing his throat to get our attention. Once he has it, he holds the card out in front of him and speaks dramatically. “I come in many sizes. Sometimes I drip uncontrollably. When you give me a blow it feels good.”

“A dick!” Cassie yells just before popping an olive in her mouth. She chews a few times then proceeds to suck the olive juices off her fingers. “What?” she asks innocently when she looks up to find everyone gaping in surprise. “It’s no biggie.” She gives her shoulders a shrug and makes eye contact with Cage. “I like sucking dick. Is that a problem, gentlemen?”

Every guy shakes his head, except me. “No,” they answer in unison as they whoop and holler while nudging Cage’s shoulder.

“No problem at all, my lady.” Cage leans across the table to give her a kiss. When he sits back down. he’s sporting a smug grin and most likely a stiffie.

“Oh, I think I actually know the answer to this one.” Laney bounces up and down in her chair. “Is it a nose?”

“Bingo!” Davis yells before tossing the card onto the table and leaning over to whisper in Laney’s ear. Whatever he whispers has her blushing.

“Excuse us a minute.” She winks and rises from her seat.

“Sweetheart, it’s gonna take longer than a minute,” Davis mutters loudly as he picks her up and carries her down the hall to where they’re staying.

“Well, that’s two down.” Masterson chuckles. “Who’s up for more tequila!”

“More tequila!” Skylar giggles in response before tipping her head back and downing another shot. Her tongue slicks over her lips slowly as her eyes lock with mine. She stands abruptly then wobbles over in my direction and settles her perfect ass onto my lap. The heat of her lips sears my skin as a trail of sexy kisses burns a path across my neck. “I want an orgasm, too, Captain,” she breathes heavily into my ear, calling me by a nickname she’d labeled me with years ago. Right now, this girl has me all twisted up in knots. She’s pretty drunk, so I remind myself that nothing sexual is going to happen between us. At least not tonight. Then she utters the words I’ve been waiting years to have repeated in my ear, and I go weak in the knees. I think it’s safe to say any flesh-and-blood man would. “Are you going to take me upstairs anytime soon?”

That’s it. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and announce to everyone that I need to get her to bed before she has any more tequila. Just as I reach the hallway, Cage yells out, “Aye aye Captain!” which makes Skylar giggle that much harder.

“Take me, Captain!” she squeals drunkenly and slaps me on the ass before giving everyone an upside-down wave.

“Girl, you’ve had way too much tequila,” I mutter and shake my head. “You’re going to regret this in the morning.”

When I reach her bedroom, I ease her back down to the floor and hold her arms to steady her. Once I know she won’t tip over, I release my hold and she drops to her knees in front of me. As much as I love seeing her in that position, I grasp her seeking hands in mine and shake my head back and forth.

“No way, Sky. You’re too drunk.” Her hands break free, and she cups my balls in her right hand. I feel a gentle squeeze then the brush of her thumb as she strokes the length of my traitorous, swelling dick. Goddamnit, that feels good. I release a low growl when she leans forward and presses a kiss against the front of my jeans. As much as I hate doing it, I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her away from me. “Babe, I’m not doing this with you. Not when you’re drunk off your ass.”

She strains against my grip on her hair, and the image of me taking her from behind flashes through my head. Fuck, this is hard as hell.

Her lips form a sexy smile and her hand rubs over me one more time. “Scott, take off your clothes right now, or I’ll do it for you. One way or another, your cock will be in my mouth in the next two minutes.

Fuck. That’s a really tempting offer.