Jessica’s… I mean… shit, what was her name again? Anyway, that chick’s mouth was on my neck, jarring me from my thoughts.
“You’re so sexy,” she whispered against my skin.
Adrenaline pumped through my body and resonated in my cock. I couldn’t stop the response my body gave her.
Jennifer—ugh, whatever—grinded against me, teasing me with her tongue on my neck.
Fuck… It’d been too long.
Tommy sat down beside us, pulling the girl he’d been dancing with onto his lap. “Hell yeah, bro,” he said, glancing at ‘what’s her name’ as if I needed his approval.
He slammed two bottles of Yuengling on the table and slid one in my direction. I grabbed the beer, guzzling it in just a few big gulps.
The chick brushed her lips against mine. “Nothing sexier than beer breath on a man,” she purred.
Deep down I knew better, but the alcohol that ran in my veins and the THC that clouded my mind gave me a serious case of ‘fuck-it-all-itis.’ I gave into the loneliness. I gave into my need to feel close to someone. I gave in to the temptation of a sexy woman who was sitting on my lap, kissing my lips, and grinding against my growing erection. I gave into my animalistic desires. I gave into the lifestyle I’d lived for the past few years.
Before I knew it, I woke up the next morning with a miserable groan escaping my throat. The throbbing pain in my head reminded me of the massive amount of alcohol I’d consumed the night before. It took me a minute to get my bearings.
That’s when I heard the sweet sigh of a female lying next to me. Fuck! I didn’t even remember her name!
She rolled over in my direction, yawning. “Mornin’,” she said softly, smiling at me like she knew a secret.
The blonde hair that I remembered from the night before was actually a mousy brown rat’s nest piled against the pillow. Those sexy red lips and those long black eyelashes were replaced by streaks of red around her mouth and smears of black around her eyes. Shit, what have I done? And that morning breath… Jesus!
I slipped out of bed and jerked my pants off the floor. Yanking my jeans up onto my hips, I quickly made my escape into the bathroom.
Leaning against the wall, I grasped the sides of my head to alleviate the pounding headache of my crippling hangover.
You dumbass, I chided myself. You never deserved a woman like Salem.
“Chris,” the chick called from my bed. “You okay?”
“Uhhh.” I stalled for time, staring at myself in the mirror. You idiot, I growled at my reflection.
Finishing up, I swung open the door. “No, sorry,” I said quickly, rummaging around for my shirt, my wallet, and my shoes. “I gotta get outta here. Here’s money for a cab.” I tossed a wad of cash in her direction.
She looked blankly at the bills lying on the mattress beside her. “So, that’s that, huh?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I paced the floors, trying desperately to remember what had happened with her last night.
I’d remembered kissing her… taking my jeans off and getting into bed with her… her straddling me…
And then it fucking dawned on me…
“Aw shit,” I said with a groan, sinking down onto the bed next to her. “Did I really cry in front of you last night?”
She chuckled, clearly enjoying my humiliation. Propping herself up on one elbow, she teased, “Only until you passed out.”
“Oh god, I thought so.” I mumbled holding my head in my hands. “So, we didn’t… well—”
She threw her head back, cackling, “Hardly. I spent the night dealin’ with your cryin’ ass.”
“I’m sorry,” I moaned into my palms as I buried my face in my hands.
She sat up beside me, giving me a friendly kiss on the shoulder. “No worries,” she assured me. “It’s all good. Pretty epic, actually. After all, who knew the rock god, Chris King, was such a sap? Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” She nudged me playfully.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks… uh…” I didn’t even know what to call her.
“It’s Jill,” she said, sounding a little hurt by my alcohol-induced memory loss.
“Thanks, Jill. I appreciate it. I’m really sorry.”
Instantly forgiving me, she smiled and ruffled my hair with her hand. “You’re somethin’ else,” her sweet voice teased.
I glanced at her, trying to ignore her slightly desperate, idolizing gaze. I think, deep down, she still hoped for a chance. I felt guilty, but relieved.
“Take care, Jill. And thanks for understanding.” I patted her shoulder, hoping she’d forgive my hasty departure and rushed out the door to escape my almost-and-still-might-be biggest mistake.