Page 32 of The Worst Guy Ever
“You’re being ridiculous,” she laughs. “If you wanted to sleep with him, you’d have done it by now.”
The problem with that line of reasoning is the assumption that I’d want him less over time. Only me and my stupid vagina know the opposite is true.
At the riverside, we join up with the rest of our group. Luke’s given the Sunshine team the day off to join us, and a few of Kara’s clients have come along too. Luke and Kara introduce everyone who hasn’t met before, then we make our way along the gangplank and board the boat we’ve chartered for the next few hours. After a short safety briefing from the crew, we’re led up to the upper deck to continue our day of drinking.
I don’t know whether it’s the booze, or the sun, or the company, but I’m pretty high on life right now. The Hattie of my youth never got to go on a boat, never got to sit and drink champagne with a gentle breeze in her hair. I mean, childhood Hattie definitely shouldn’t have been drinking champagne, but the point still stands. This is a good life I’ve built for myself.
Claude, one of Kara’s clients, joins me on a bench towards the back of the boat. Rear? Stern? I don’t know, I’m not driving the bloody thing.
“Your outfit is gorgeous,” I say, admiring the beauty before me in a stunning, full-length kaftan and the biggest sunglasses I’ve ever seen. Kara has told me a lot about Claude. She’s an icon and I immediately want to be her friend.
“Why thank you, darling. Now, you look like the girl to give me all the good gossip. Tell me everyone’s secrets,” she laughs.
We sit for a while and when the stories dwindle, we move on to ogling the cute waiter who circles the guests to top up our champagne. He’s far too young for me, and even younger for Claude, but that doesn’t stop us flirting outrageously.
“Hattie, can I steal you away for a minute?” Rob asks, appearing in front of us.
“Is this your man?” Claude asks. I press my fingers to my lips and snort, trying not to spray my drink all over her beautiful dress.
“God no, I’ve never met anyone more mismatched. But he is single and afraid of commitment, so if you’re looking for a good time he could beyourman.” I nudge her with my elbow and drain my glass while she looks him up and down.
Rob’s smile falls right off his face, his shoulders slump, and he walks off, shaking his head.Shit, shit, shit.This is the opposite of playing nice.
“Please excuse my friend,” I say, smiling sweetly at Claude. “He’s such a moody bastard. I’ll be right back.”
“Oi!” I chase after him, but he takes the stairs two at a time, storming along the walkway and ducking back inside the area where we first entered the boat. It’s empty and quiet, save for the churning of the water beneath us. “What’s with your face?”
“Nothing.” He rocks back and forth on his heels, his eyes glued to the floor. It’s clearly not nothing.
“Bullshit. What were you thinking back there?”
“What was I thinking?” he scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s an awfully genuine question for a woman who claims to hate me.”
“I don’t…” I trail off with a sigh. I can’t do this, can’t get into another argument with him. I don’t have the strength for it. “Fine, forget it. I don’t care.”
As I turn to leave he grabs my arm, pulling me back tight to his chest, and lowers his mouth to my ear.
“I was thinking the only woman I want here is you.”
“What?” I wheeze out, pulling my head back to get a read on him.
“I was thinking about how much I want to see you on your knees.”
My mouth falls open and heat pools in my abdomen. He traces a line around my lips with one fingertip.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I really would, though I’d never tell him that. I don’t tell him a thing, just stand there, speechless and lost in the espresso depths of his eyes. “I think you would love to be on your knees for me. Love the feel of my dick in your mouth. Would you gag on it, I wonder? I’m sure you’re a goddamn pro, and I mean that in the nicest possible way before you start arguing with me.”
He taps my bottom lip, pushing my mouth open wider.
“You’re torturing me, Hattie.” He slides two fingers into my open mouth until he reaches the back of my tongue and I grip his shoulders with both hands. My knees are about to give out. “I want to come here.”
I can’t help it. I try, but I can’t stop myself from wrapping my lips tight around them and sucking hard. His mouth parts and his eyes darken.
“And here...” he withdraws and strokes them, hot and slick, down the column of my throat, over the notch of my collarbone and down until they nestle in my cleavage. Powerless under his touch, I’m frozen to the spot when he dips them inside the cup of my strapless bra, the backs of his fingers caressing as he watches. My nipples peak, exposed to the threat of him, and I can’t even pretend to hate the way it feels when he cups my breast in his hand and squeezes hard.
“You’ll look so good covered in my come.” His voice is pained. He thinks I’m torturing him, but he’s torturing us both right now. “I’ll rub it all over you and send you off, knowing your skin tastes of me.”
His hand caresses down over my stomach, showing exactly where he’d mark me.
