Page 35 of Not My Finest Hour

“No, I definitely don’t want that.” I’m still wearing Justin’s sweatshirt, but I look down at my dress pants, realizing that they’re not going to be the most comfortable thing to sleep in. “I didn’t exactly bring a change of clothes though.”

“You don’t have to wear clothes,” he says with a wink.

“You’ve already seen everything, but I’m not about to let Wesley see me like that.”

Justin’s eyes narrow and his gaze changes from playful to possessive in an instant. “No, I don’t want him to see you like that either.” He strips off his long-sleeved shirt and tosses it to me. “You can change into that, and that should be enough to cover you.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to get cold?”

His gaze travels the length of my body. “I’ll have your body up against me which should be enough to keep me warm.”

“Aren’t you sure of yourself,” I say, then head to the bathroom to change. I come out wearing only my underwear and Justin’s shirt which comes to about mid-thigh on me. Wearing his shirt makes me feel sexy, like I’m his. Justin is sitting up in the bed watching me, his eyes never straying from my body. I don’t go over to my side of the bed yet, and instead walk over to where he is and straddle him, placing my hands on either side of his head on the headboard. I’ve got him locked in now, not that I thought he was going anywhere.

Our mouths meet, and he doesn’t bother with little tender kisses this time. He kisses me hard and firmly, like he’s making up for all that time we lost. It sends shockwaves to my core, and my body becomes all tingly with warmth. His hands are everywhere: on my legs, on my backside, and under my shirt. His mouth latches onto my bottom lip and pulls it between his teeth.

“I said the next time we were together I was going to take my time with you,” he whispers to me in between kisses. His voice is rough and gravelly, and I fully expect him to take me here on this bed, audience be damned.

“Yeah? Is that time now?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to risk waking Wesley up. But I need to have you—right now—if you’re okay with it.”

At this point, I’m so turned on that Wesley being in the room doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, it makes it all the more exciting since we’ll have to be quick and quiet so we don’t wake him up. I nod, and Justin grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer.

“Those were just in there the whole time?” I ask. “What kind of motel is this?”

He chuckles. “I bought them from the carryout store and put them in there while you were changing. I was feeling optimistic,” he says with a grin.

Justin slides the condom on and wastes no time entering me. The sex is hard, and fast, and deliciously wonderful. We finish together, the only noise between us being a few soft moans.

Afterwards, we lie down in the bed, Justin’s arm firmly around my waist. It’s almost like he’s afraid that if he lets go, he might lose me again.

ChapterThirteen

“Well, this is weird,” Wesley says.

I open my eyes to a very confused Wesley standing over our bed. Justin’s body is still settled up against mine, and his arm never left my waist the whole night.

Wesley rubs his temples. “Would someone please explain what happened? Why are we in this hotel room? And why is Justin here? But most importantly, why the hell is he with you?”

Justin and I both sit up in bed and turn to one another, looking to see who is going to speak first. Since Wesley was my date, I decide that it should be me who explains.

“I’ll give you the short version now, but when we take the ferry home, I’ll explain in greater detail,” I say. Wesley nods. “We went out to eat last night, you had way too much to drink, and you got so drunk, I had to call Justin to help me out because I wasn’t able to drive your car home.”

“But that doesn’t explain how you two ended up in bed together,” Wesley says.

I turn toward Justin. “Could you give us a minute, please?”

Justin nods and excuses himself to the bathroom. With the two of us by ourselves, it’s time for me to tell Wesley how I really feel about him.

“Justin and I were in a relationship before you, and I guess last night we rekindled that relationship.” Wesley’s head droops which makes me feel bad that we weren’t awake before him. We could’ve avoided all of this, but it only would’ve dragged out what needs to be done. “Wesley, you and I were never going to work out. We’re two very different people. You enjoy the finer things in life, and I’m comfortable being a simple girl. I’m flattered you asked me out, and you’re a great person. We’re just not great together.”

“I shouldn’t have taken you to that restaurant last night. All I could think about was my ex, even though I tried my best to forget her. The wine definitely made me forget her for the evening, but it also ruined things with you.”

I don’t mention that things were already ruined before he got drunk. “It’s okay. What’s done is done. I hope we can move on and be civil from here. I don’t want it to be weird if you need to come in for an adjustment from Kim.”

The barest hint of a smile touches his lips. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“How are you feeling this morning?”

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