Just One Touch (Oh Tequila Series Book 3)

by C. A. Harms

  “That girl right there is gonna snap when you least expect it,” Corbin, my brother, said at my side. “You think your junk is messed up now, wait until she gets done with it.”

  “The point is to give it to her good enough that she doesn’t want to ever be done with it.” Isaac smacked my brother on the back of the head and turned toward the doctor. “We done here, Doc?”

  Dr. Myles simply shook his head and pointed toward the older nurse still standing off to the side, tapping away at some keyboard. “Nurse Kelly will get you the ointment,” the doctor said as he placed my chart down next to her. I didn’t miss the sympathetic tap he gave her on her shoulder. “Behave, boys.” He walked from the room without giving us a chance to toss anything back in his direction.

  As Isaac and Corbin carried on, I could only focus on the doorway. I was waiting for the chance to see Emelie walking past once more. I wasn’t sure why the girl hated me, but she had from day one. I guess it didn’t help that during our first interaction, I plowed into her when I was late for class and knocked every book she held out of her hands.

  She was pissed as hell and when I offered to help, she told me to go to hell. I knew then she had a flame inside her that I would love to get burned by. Fuck, one night with her would be electric, though I knew one night would never be enough.

  “Come on, jackass.” It was my turn to get slapped. “Get your ass moving, get dressed, and meet us outside.” Isaac grabbed Corbin by the back of the neck and led him from the room. “It’s almost four in the morning and I’ve had enough of you two for one night.”

  Corbin looked back and gave me a knowing smirk. Just as he exited the room, I heard my brother lay it on thick with Isaac. “Oh Isaac, stop it,” he offered in the highest, shrill voice he could. “You know you could never tire of us. All those late nights, and early mornings when you…” Suddenly his words stopped, and a grunt replaced them. Shortly after, a few coughs proceeded, and I understood then that Corb had just been sucker punched.

  When will he ever learn?

  Corbin and I grew up in a town called Morehead, Kentucky. My parents were older before they’d decided to start a family, and they said after they had us, they knew they were done. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing; I just always told myself that we were all they needed, and that was the reason behind the choice to not have any more kids.

  I’m sure that wasn’t it at all, because we were a damn handful for sure.

  My mom and pop ran a barbecue joint just at the edge of town, the best barbecue in the area for sure. It wasn’t fancy, just straight Kentucky living. Picnic tables, inside and out, with checkerboard tablecloths. Old crates in the center of each table holding every type of barbecue sauce you could image. Homemade cornbread, corn on the cob, coleslaw, and a whole other mess of things served right alongside.

  Kentucky was home, but Corbin and I decided to see a different part of the world and set our sights on Florida. He and I were a package deal. I had a shit ton of friends, but never would anyone take the place of my best friend—my brother. He just got me, never judged me, and on most days I think we shared the same mind. It was crazy and fucked-up at times.

  “Why are you still here?” I turned around just as I was zipping my jeans to find Emelie standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. Her chest appeared almost non-existent until she pushed them up the way she was right then.

  “My eyes are up here, you pig.”

  Slowly I scanned upward until I locked eyes with hers. “Why do I bother you so much?”

  “Because you’re a jerk and you think you’re cute.”

  “I am cute.” I arched a brow and only got an eyeroll in return. She didn’t deny it; that was a good thing. “And you only think I’m annoying because you’ve never really given me a chance to prove otherwise.”

  “All you frat boys are the same.” She finally uncrossed her arms, but I remained focused and never looked down. “You throw your parties where you each pick out your target for the night. You drink, toss around vulgarities, have meaningless sex, and then wake up the next day only to do it all over again. You don’t think about the destruction left behind as long as you all have had a good time.”

  I watched her closely. She was so animated, and with each sentence only managed to get more irritated.

  “You don’t take responsibilities for your actions because you were drunk and it’s okay. You don’t even consider that the person you may be destroying is innocent and did not create the mess on their own. It takes two, you know.”

  She was staring at me with hate, and it made my stomach feel soured.

  “I’m sorry,” she finally said after a few deeps breaths. Her hands now twisted together in front of her as she pulled at the front of her shirt. “I just meant that you should consider other people’s feelings, is all.”

  I didn’t know this girl well. The only thing I knew was that she was always the one to raise her hand or participate when the professors asked. Her papers were nothing less than a B, and even when she was given a B, she somehow looked disappointed. But her reaction told me there was much more to her than a smart, cute, and sassy girl. There was something hidden, something sad. In that second, the only thing I wanted to do was soothe her.

  “Listen, I—”

  “I have a patient,” she interrupted me, and took a step backward. “Bye, Clayton.”

  I took a step forward almost as if I was gonna chase after her then stopped myself. This wasn’t the time.

  Chapter Three

  Emelie

  I was exhausted, functioning on very little sleep. I knew I looked like shit, but at this point I just didn’t care. It was hard to find much that I cared about anymore. The last few years had been a whirlwind, and the more I pushed myself, the deeper I sunk. I was drowning, yet I couldn’t show it.

  I stood outside the lab doors and everything inside me said to turn around and leave. He would be in there, and after the fool I’d made of myself in the ER, I couldn’t imagine facing him. But I had to, because this was my life. I pushed and pushed, and refused to be that person I was my freshman year.

  The party girl who stayed out late after drinking too much. The girl who ignored her alarm and went back to sleep when she knew she needed to be in class. I had no choice now but to keep moving one foot in front of the other. It wasn’t just my life my wrong choices from here on would affect.

  With one last deep breath, I pushed open the door and remained focused on my table. Though I could almost instantly feel his eyes on me, I chose to ignore him.

  Seated, facing forward, more tension in my body than I had ever felt before, I jumped when a hand touched my arm. “Sorry,” Clayton whispered from my side. “I just wanted to give you this.”

  He reached around me and placed a cup of coffee at my side. For a few silent seconds I stared at the cup in confusion before I looked back over my shoulder at him.

  “It’s some of that girlie mocha junk,” he shrugged. “My buddy’s girlfriend said it’d be my best choice.”

  “You asked some random stranger what I would like?”

  “No, not a random stranger, her name is Blake and she’s badass. A real trooper, that girl. She puts up with a lot of shit from all of us guys.”

  “I’m sure she does,” I mumbled and he actually nodded.

  “You can’t let her tininess fool you, though, she gives it right back.” He leaned in a little closer. “In fact, it was her fault I shut my dick in the toilet. She actually glued my hands together after I fell asleep.”

  I fought against the smile that tugged at my lips. “I like her already.” Anyone who wasn’t afraid to put cocky assholes in their place was my kinda girl.

  “Anyway…” He shrugged off our conversation as he stood once more, pointing toward the coffee I’d almost forgotten about. “I told her I wanted to impress a girl, show her I wasn’t a complete ass. She in turn told me to go for the,” he lifted up the cup to read the label,
“white chocolate mocha.”

  “Well, tell Blake thank you,” I said, turning back around.

  “What, no thanks for me?”

  “You owed me this, at least.” I picked up the cup and took a sip. I tried not to moan at the yummy taste; it was pure heaven. It was also something I was in desperate need of after the morning I’d had.

  “Owed you?”

  “Yes.” I continued to stare forward, now holding the warm cup snugly in my hands. I wanted ten of these delicious things lined up before me ready to consume. Oh hell, it was so frickin’ good. “You forced me to deal with your cockiness.”

  “Cock?” He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. “It’s funny you say that word after—” he paused when I held my hand up to stop him from continuing. “Enjoy your drink, Emelie.”

  I tried not to shiver as he whispered near my ear before I heard his boots against the tiled floor. Clayton Powell was an asshole; nothing would change that. It couldn’t, I wouldn’t let it. That was a chant I repeated over and over in my mind for the next hour. Every time I looked over my left shoulder I was met with a wink or a smile that made me question the entire verse.

  He was bad news, and I knew giving in to him would only leave me broken in the end. In no way, shape, or form would I be left weakened; when I was weak, I made life-altering choices. That was a situation I could never be placed in again. There was too much at stake.

  Once the professor started to wrap things up, I hurried to gather my things. The goal was to be up and out of the door before Clayton had the opportunity to catch me.

  Plan failed.

  “When is your next class?” Once again, my body jerked in reaction to his closeness. “You are always so jumpy.”

  “No, I’m not,” I assured him. “You are just always sneaking up on me.”

  I started to walk toward the exit and of course, he was right there with me, hurrying along as his big chunky boots beat against the floor. They were like those construction boots guys wore, only his were black, not a light brown color. I came from a life where men wore loafers, or shined shoes. I hated those damned things.

  “I was thinking that maybe if you had a long enough break, you’d wanna grab something to eat.” Clayton jogged down the stairs outside the building to catch up with me and now walked at my side. “My treat,” he added as he slouched enough to look me in the face. His height compared to mine made it easy to hide my expressions from him. “I won’t mention anything vulgar or immature.”

  “I don’t think you have the power to stop that.” I couldn’t hide my smile. “You open your mouth and it just rolls out so freely.”

  “True,” he nodded. “But in my defense, I do live in a house with a bunch of animals. If my ma knew half the shit I did and said, she’d have my ass for sure.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “She didn’t raise me and my brother to be the wild boys we are now. But that’s what college is supposed to be, right? Be free and wild, get it all out of your system before real life begins.” He shrugged as he kicked at the ground with his boots.

  “For some of us, real life already started,” I mumbled the words, looking away from him. “Listen, I appreciate the offer, really I do, but I have somewhere to be.”

  “A boyfriend waiting on you back at your place or something?”

  “No, not a boyfriend.” I took a step backward and gripped the strap to my shoulder bag a little tighter. “But there is a boy.” When he squinted and tipped his head to the side in confusion, I didn’t offer an explanation. “See ya around, Clayton.”

  Fifteen minutes later I entered my apartment and was immediately surrounded by the sounds of my life. A life I didn’t intend to be living, but now that I had it I wouldn’t change it for the world.

  “Mommy.” A loud squeal echoed off the walls of my tiny place. A place that was nothing special, but it was ours. My parents had agreed to pay my rent, but as for Ethan, he was all my responsibility. I understood though; after all, they weren’t the ones who got pregnant; that was me.

  I knelt inside the doorway just in time to catch my two-year-old as he leaped into my arms. Bare ass and all, holding a diaper in his hand as he looked back over his shoulder, giggling uncontrollably.

  Before I could ask what was happening, my best friend Palmer stepped out of her bedroom, looking as if she’d just exited a war zone.

  “He won’t keep his pants on again,” she said in a huff as she walked straight for the refrigerator and grabbed a Coke. “We’ve been through three diapers and I’m gonna be honest with you, I was ten seconds from duct taping the one he’s holding now onto his tiny little butt.”

  “I think he does it to test you,” I assured her as I stood up, lifting Ethan into my arms.

  “I’m waving the checkered flag here.” She lifted the can to her lips and took a generous drink. “The boy wins.”

  I laughed as I tickled my son’s tummy and once again was met with his laughter that I loved so much. Without Palmer, I don’t know how I would have made it through the last few years. She was my roommate my freshman year and from that point on she’d been by my side. She’d seen my darkest days, and never once had she turned her back on me. She was also the one and only person in the room with me when I brought my son into this world. She and I had a bond that would never be broken. She was my girl, my rock, my savior.

  My parents paid my rent, but they never said anything about me not having a roommate. Having Palmer here helped with everything else. She paid the utilities and together we shared the rest of the expenses. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t get some financial assistance for Ethan, but that was only until I finished school. It would better our lives; that was my only goal.

  “How was class?” she finally asked as she flopped down on the couch and propped her feet up on the ottoman we’d found at a thrift store a few weeks ago. I joined her and placed Ethan on the couch cushion between us.

  “It was class.”

  I secured his diaper on him and not once did he fight me on it, which triggered an eyeroll from Palmer. “Really, kid?” She ruffled his blond locks just before he hurried off the couch and moved toward his toy box tucked in the corner.

  “I know it was class,” she reverted right back to our conversation, “but isn’t it the same class the ER boy shares with you?”

  I only nodded my head, staring ahead at Ethan.

  “And?”

  “And what?” I knew exactly what she was referring to, but it was easier to act as if I didn’t.

  “Are you gonna do this to yourself forever?”

  “I’m not doing anything.”

  “Exactly.” It was my turn to roll my eyes, which was only rewarded with a shove to my shoulder. “You went to a party and got wasted. What took place is still fuzzy, but in the end, you know as well as I do that you were taken advantage of.”

  “I don’t know that.” And I didn’t, because I remembered nothing about that night after the first few shots. “I could have said yes.”

  “And you also could have said no.”

  When I didn’t respond, she continued.

  “He’s an asshole, and you know what, he is also the one missing out on a beautiful little boy.” Palmer slid closer to me and placed her arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer. “You can’t let the events of one night dictate your future. You are an amazing mom, and you work so hard all the time. From the moment your feet hit the floor, Em, you’re doing everything you can to secure your future.”

  “I have to.”

  “But you also have to live.” I knew what she was referring to, but I wasn’t there yet. The idea of dating terrified me, not only because I had issues with trust, but because of Ethan too. He came first. He always would, and the idea of another person rejecting him only made my heart ache.

  “All I’m saying is that you can’t judge every guy out there based on the action of one. It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to you.”

  Chapter Four

&n
bsp; Clayton

  I stretched out in bed, feeling the sheets slide over my naked body. The movement alone only managed to arouse me more as I pictured Emelie in my mind. She might try to hide her smile from me, but I’d seen it. And that smile made my heart race so damn fast every time.

  She’d always been a mystery to me, so quiet and closed off.

  But she was also an open book, if that made any sense.

  Like the way she tried to pretend that she wasn’t interested, yet I saw her looking at me when she didn’t think I was looking. I saw the way her breathing quickened when I got close to her. I saw how she jumped and shivered when I whispered near her ear. All those were signs of interest, but she fought it so damned hard, instead pretending to be annoyed by me.

  All of this only managed to make my desire for her grow deeper and more intense. I would give anything to break through her walls and find out what she was hiding, because I knew something was there.

  But for now, I’d settle for the fantasies in my head, where she let me touch and taste her without pulling away. I’d spend hours exploring her, pleasing her. Fuck, I’d become that guy who beat off repeatedly over a girl in my dreams.

  I rolled to my side, trying to reposition myself and calm down, but in doing so I only caused more discomfort. An erection against a mattress—well, it didn’t work out so well. My raging hard-on was starting to fucking hurt.

  Rotating once more, I lifted my upper body to tuck my pillow beneath my head and suddenly I was screeching. A squeal so high-pitched that I didn’t even sound like myself ripped out of me as I jerked my body upward and my head connected with something hard. A pinging sound echoed throughout my room, followed by laughter.

  “Motherfuckers.” I shook my head and wiped the ice-cold water from my face to find Blake, Jay, and Xavier standing near my door. Blake held a pan in her hand; I was assuming the same pan my head collided with only seconds ago. Each one of them were laughing so hard they had tears rolling over their cheeks.