Page 62 of Spur of the Moment
It was well past midnight when we got back to my parents’ house. The only light on at the house was the porch light, indicating my parents had gone to bed hours ago and assumed I’d be getting home late.
“Up you go,” Bailey said after opening my passenger door and unbuckling my seat belt. My head was spinning, all three Baileys equally attractive. I’d snuck another shot when Bailey had gone to grab my purse from the table. I’d desperately needed it after dancing with him.
I hopped out of the truck a bit too eagerly, staggering forward into him. He caught me by the waist, directing me out of the way so he could close the passenger door. “That alcohol finally gettin’ ahead of ya?”
I giggled.Fucking giggled. I was never drinking again. “I’m blamingBrandy.”
He chuckled. I leaned against his side as he walked us up the porch steps, his arm wrapped around me to keep me from stumbling.
“Maybe Reed’s been right all along about her.”
I shot a glare up at him in response.
He unlocked the front door with my house key, leading me inside. My shoulder rammed into the wall in the hallway, causing a picture to swing on its nail. “Shh,” I managed to get out through my uncontrollable laughing.
“I’m not the one who needs to shush, Huckleberry,” he whispered as he managed to get me through the doorway to my bedroom.
I landed on my bed face first in a fit of giggles, but the moment I stilled, my head spun faster. “Ugh.”
“Please don’t throw up on me.” I tossed up a hand to wave him off. “Let me get you out of that dress, Huckleberry.” I turned my head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. He frowned in response. “I’m not trying to sleep with you, but I don’t think sleeping in that dress will be very comfortable.”
I pressed my face back into the pillow. A second later, I felt his fingers at my back, easing the zipper down. I hadn’t worn a bra, but it wasn’t like we hadn’t seen pieces of each other before.
The dress was strapless so it wasn’t difficult for him to slide it down my body when I lifted my upper half a few inches. My black thong hid nothing, but he didn’t falter as he stood up and hung the dress over the back of the chair in the corner. I watched as he opened a drawer, his lipslifting slightly as he pulled the shirt he’d given me on our trip out of my dresser.
His eyes didn’t drift to my ass or anywhere on my body. In fact, he simply gestured for me to sit up. I did, not bothering to cover my chest. He slipped the shirt over my head, his fingertips brushing my skin as he tugged it down my torso. He adjusted the shirt, then brought his hands up, pulling my hair out from the neckline where it was trapped.
“We’re not having sex?” I asked, trying my best to focus on one of the Baileys filling my vision.
He cupped my cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Not while you’re drunk, Huckleberry.”
I frowned. His touch woke me up inside to the point I wasn’t sure if I was more buzzed off the alcohol or him.
“Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“For sex?”
He laughed, his chest moving with the action. “No, Lettie. For the barn.”
“Oh. Right.”
I laid back on the bed and he pulled the blanket up over me, brushing his lips across mine. I fell asleep to the memory of his lips. How soft they were on my mouth. How rough they were between my legs in the hotel.
“Lettie?” A male voice interrupted my thoughts at the same time the pump clicked, indicating the tank was full.
I snapped out of the memory to find the man standing a few feet away from me.
“Charles?”
The worry that was etched into his forehead eased, his features softening. “Hey. I haven’t seen you since...”
“Since the bar,” I filled in for him. The bar in Boise. Charles was the guy who’d puked all over me. Ruined a damn good pair of boots, too.
“Yeah, you didn’t tell me you were moving. I tried swinging by but your apartment was empty.”
I set the pump back in the holder, pressing a few buttons on the screen before turning back to him. “Sorry. Kind of a split-second decision.”
“You living around here?” He looked around as if this was the middle of fucking nowhere.
