Page 6 of Worth the Risk

With that thought, the sexy blonde-haired siren from last night pops into my mind, and I smile.

When she breezed into the kitchen, I felt an instant connection I couldn’t comprehend. She was gorgeous. Her long, wavy blonde hair shone, and her dark blue eyes penetrated me.

Then there was her smoking-hot body—long legs, a firm booty that felt good in my hands, and tits just the right size, more than a handful but not overwhelming. I like a good set of breasts as much as the next guy, but fake ones are not my preference.

I was shocked when she kissed me, but I seized the opportunity to taste her.

Just thinking of her now, I harden.

Time for a cold shower.

I head into my bathroom and turn on the water, and when I remove my boxers to throw in the hamper, I notice an article of clothing on the floor next to it that doesn’t belong to me.

For fuck’s sake, there’s a thong on the floor.

The girl I brought home from the club two nights ago when we arrived must have left it here.

I saw her again last night at the party right before Nash and I left. As I walked out the door, I made eye contact with her, but I had no intention of a repeat.

She tried to stay the night, but cuddling isn’t something I do. I never give women the impression that hooking up is more than it is.

I pick up the underwear with my pinky finger and throw it in the trash.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Stepping into the shower, I get under the nozzle and think back on last night.Damn, that kiss is still in my head.Both of my heads, apparently, because just thinking about it has me at full mast.

I drop my hand in front of me and grip myself.

Fuck.

I flex my fingers while examining my sore hand, and when I recall the fight I got into, I smirk. He was lucky I didn’t knock him out when he grabbed her to pull her away from me. As it was, he learned the hard way that if you throw a punch, be prepared to fight.

After the confrontation, I saw him leave and searched for the blonde who rocked my world with just one kiss, but she was gone.

I wonder if he went after her.

And more than that, I consider why I’m even thinking about it if he did.

With a shrug, and since my hand is too fucked up to jerk off, I resign myself to a case of blue balls and shower.

Thirty minutes later, I open the sliding patio doors and sit on the chaise lounge. Leaning back, I take in my surroundings, and peace settles over me.So different from New York.Being surrounded by trees, lakes, and mountains relaxes me, so I lie back and close my eyes.

I rented this house for the summer, and my friend, Nash, is spending part of it with me before we head out into the real world for our careers. My father is the CEO of our family-owned business that my grandfather started. He passed it on to my father, and eventually, it will be passed down to me.

We own casinos and resorts all over the world, and Dad sent me here to run our casino in the Poconos for a couple of months. Not our biggest, but he thought it would be a good stepping stone to learn the business.

Nash and I met in college, where he was attending on a scholarship, and instantly clicked. He’s down to earth and easygoing. We were paired together in a dorm our first year and became fast friends. Our second year in, I rented a house, and he moved in with me, and we have lived together ever since.

I’m going to miss that fucker.

We graduated in our master’s programs last week—me in business and him in finance. I offered for him to work for Knight Industries, but he wants to be close to his hometown in Philly so he can help his mom and sister. He’s a genius with numbers, so it was no surprise he was offered an amazing opportunity he couldn’t turn down there. Although I’ll miss him and our shenanigans, we have a friendship that will sustain. No doubt about that.

So that was what brought us here. Two twenty-five-year-old single guys having one last summer of fun. No relationships for us. We have different reasons for it, but neither of us is searching for love. The word alone sends me into a cold sweat.

Nash joins me just as I’m drifting off and smacks me over the head with a pillow. “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

I laugh and throw the cushion back at him.

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