I sprawl across the damn thing, my head spinning, my arms out wide. She lunges for me, collapsing on top of me in a weightless heap, her mouth finding mine, her kiss sloppy, her hand again on my dick, gripping it firmly as she squirms all over me.
Yeah. I’m so not feeling this.
Grasping hold of her bony shoulders, I lift her away from me. She opens her eyes and glares, her mouth hanging open in this way that tells me she’s pissed off. “What are you doing?” She’s slurring her words already.
“You’re too drunk.” I smile, softening the blow. I don’t want her to feel insulted. “I’m too drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Aww.” She makes a pouty face that I bet she thinks is adorable. It’s not. “Are you watching out for my feelings? Not wanting to take advantage of the drunk girl?”
“Well, yeah.” She makes it sound like a bad thing. “I want us both into it, not so drunk we don’t know what we’re doing.”
Audrey leans in close, her mouth directly above mine, her hand going for my cock. Again. She’s so damn grabby the thing is starting to wilt. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, Gabriel Walker. So let’s do this.”
I’m stunned by her little speech. And by the disappearance of that drunk waver in her voice. She’s been playing me. She’s not that drunk. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
And what she wants to be doing is me.
When I don’t say anything she flashes me a smug smile and starts sliding down the length of my body, her fingers going for the waistband of my shorts. “Now, let’s get this party started by getting your cock in my mouth.”
Whoa. She’s unbelievable, this girl. I read her completely wrong. “Maybe not right now…”
She rears up, disgust turning her face into an ugly mask. “Why not? You gay or what?”
“What?” I sit up, practically shove her off my lap. She rolls off but like a cat, lands on her feet. “I turn down a blowjob and suddenly I’m gay?”
“Why else would you not want a blowjob from me? I thought we had a connection.”
Blowing out a harsh breath, I shake my head, which makes it spin harder. Fucking vodka. It’ll be the death of me. “I’m sorry, Audrey. I’m just—sometimes I get whiskey dick.”
It’s never happened. But what she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her.
Audrey rests her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes. “Men. You’re all the same. Can’t even believe you won’t take a free blowjob.” She shoves at my shoulder and I fall back onto the lounger like a wobbly dumbass. With a laugh she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving the pool area and headed back to the bar, I wouldn’t doubt.
I should follow her lead. Well, not follow her literally but go get another drink. Drown my sorrows in booze so I can kill the memories. So I don’t have to remember the way Lucy looked two nights ago. The scent of her skin, her hair, how she felt in my arms, the taste of her lips, the extra soft skin of her breasts, just above the lace of her bra. Fuck.
Fuck.
My cock comes alive at the thought of her. No whiskey dick here. More like Lucy dick.
Clearly I’ve lost my mind.
Staggering to my feet, I mentally tell myself to get my shit together and make my way back inside. I find my parents in the front lobby, looking ready to leave. “There you are!” Mom exclaims, rushing toward me, her pink lips curved into a frown. Her disappointment hits me like a smack in the face and I brace myself for the scolding.
Christ, what am I? Ten?
Mom sends me a look before she leans in close and whispers in my ear, “Where in the world is Audrey?”
I shrug and shift away from her. I don’t need her smelling me. She’s like a blood hound. “I dunno.”
Her disapproval radiates though she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t have to. When she’s angry, my mother is terrifying. Just ask Syd.
Just ask me.
I follow after Mom like I just got caught breaking the rules and I’m in big trouble. About to get grounded. Dad is talking to his friend, both of them laughing loudly as they slap each other on the back. We wait out front for the car to be brought around and when it is, I climb into the back seat and brace myself for the lecture.
It comes quick. We’re not even off the country club property yet.
“You’re drunk.”
“Not as much as I’d like to be,” I mutter.
“You drink too much,” Mom counters, her voice like ice.
I shrug. “So do you and Dad.”
“We’re adults. Besides, we only drink socially.”
“Hey, guess what? I’m an adult too, and I love to drink while in social situations. Guess I’m privileged just like you,” I retort, not even caring if I piss her off or not. I’m that drunk.
That stupid.
She turns around to glare at me. “You were rather rude toward Audrey during dinner.”
That’s hilarious. If anyone was rude, it was Audrey, what with the way she kept grabbing my crotch. Girl has sex on the brain. Nothing wrong with that. Usually I’m all for it but not this time around. Not when I have Lucy on the brain.
“How was I rude? I spent the entire dinner with her.” I lean my head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling of the car. I don’t know how many times I’ve received this sort of lecture. You think I’d grown used to it by now.