And don’t even get me started on the girls in high school…
I’d learned that ignoring the bullies didn’t make them go away, as teachers so often tried to tell kids, and the only way I’d ever been able to get rid of them was to talk back to them and give a smart response that would confuse them until they left me alone. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to get rid of them, but it’d worked at the time. Now I couldn’t shake the habit, and whenever an opportunity to say something snappy came up, I took it.
This Cole guy didn’t seem put off or offended by it, though. He just seemed to think I was funny, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of such a hot guy liking me. At first I thought he’d just approached me because I was one of the only girls his age in the hotel bar, but as we talked and played our game of pool for the next twenty minutes or so, I started to feel like he was actually really enjoying hanging out with me.
“Don’t you feel like you’ve abandoned your friends?” I asked, glancing over at the bar as our game approached its end. We’d been playing and talking for a while now, and I felt a bit bad for keeping him from whatever he’d originally come to the bar to do.
Cole sank another ball and then followed my gaze. “Nah, it’s cool. I see them all the time, anyway. They’re friends of mine from the team.”
“Oh, right. So what position do you play?”
“Quarterback.”
“I see. What’s it like having girls throw their panties at you everywhere you go?”
He chuckled. “Pretty good. I’ve invested in some Victoria’s Secret stocks, and every time I have a game, the share price goes up because all the girls have to go shopping to replace what they threw at me. I’m making bank.”
I laughed again, and I noticed it was something like the fifth time tonight that he’d said something I found genuinely funny. He wasn’t trying to suck up to me or fawn over me, and he wasn’t acting like a typical sleaze. He was just cool, and I was really enjoying his company.
Or maybe it was all the wine I’d had earlier…
Either way, I was having fun.
Cole sank another ball during his next turn, and he crowed triumphantly. “Told you I was gonna win!”
“What, by sinking the eight ball?”
“I didn’t sink the….oh, shit, I did,” he said. “Dammit. You win by default.”
“Yep.”
“So I guess I have to leave you alone now, right?” he said, leaning against the table and looking right into my eyes.
My heart fluttered, and the intensity of his expression made me nervous. I couldn’t tell if he was actually interested in continuing to hang out with me, or if he was just loving the thrill of the chase.
“You don’t have to. We could always change the terms of our deal,” I said shyly, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
“Oh yeah?”
“Loser buys the winner a drink, no matter who it is. And no one has to leave.”
“Sounds good. Well, you won, so what are you drinking?”
“White wine, please.”
“Gotcha.”
He headed over to the bar to get me a drink for winning our game, and I sipped it slowly upon his return. “Another game?”
“Sure.”
This time, he played better, but still not well enough to beat me, and he laughed at the end of the game and headed off to get me another drink. “You’re killing me,” he said, handing me the glass when he got back again.
“Either you suck at pool, or you’re losing on purpose so you can get me drunk and try to seduce me,” I said, feeling the buzz of the last glass hitting me.
“Maybe a bit of both,” he replied with a wink.
I smiled. “You’ll have to try harder than that if you really want to seduce me,” I said, although to tell the truth, I was so attracted to Cole that it wouldn’t have taken him much effort at all to get me into bed at this point in time.
Jeez, four glasses of wine and I turned into a raging horn-dog. Who knew?
“Maybe some more terrible pickup lines would help,” I added.
Cole grinned. “All right. How about: you must be my backyard, because I really dig you.”
“Not bad.”
“I put the STD in ‘stud’….all I need is U.”
I snorted with laughter. “Wow, that’s awful.”
“Last one. You have something on your ass…my eyes.”
“Also awful. Congrats, you’re officially the king of terrible lines.”
He moved closer. “Did any of them work?”
I took a deep breath. “Come up to my hotel room and I might show you.”
His eyes widened slightly with surprise as my words registered with him. I’d surprised myself, actually. This wasn’t me at all. I wasn’t one of those girls who said things like that and invited guys up to their hotel rooms for sexy romps.
Except…I was, apparently.
I blamed the freezing Colorado air outside. It must’ve sparked something in my body, which in turn sent signals to my brain to tell me to find someone warm to cuddle up with.
Cole grinned. “Sure. You know, the room service breakfast menu is great at this hotel.”
“What makes you think I’ll let you stay till tomorrow morning?” I joked. He chuckled and gave me a light slap on the ass as we left the bar and headed for the hotel elevators, and tingles shot up and down my spine at his touch.
“You’re funny, Charlie,” he said, his hand lingering on me. “I don’t meet many funny girls around here.”
My cheeks turned hot. “Thanks,” I said softly.
“You’re also hot as hell, and smart, too,” he continued. “I mean, come on, there’s gotta be something wrong with you. Are you secretly a serial killer or something?”
“Erm…”
“I’m just kidding,” he said, moving his hand up and slipping it around my waist as we waited for the elevator. “You aren’t the only one who can make jokes.”
He was so close now, and my heart raced like mad as I looked up at him. Wasn’t it illegal for guys to be this hot? Seriously, Cole probably caused traffic accidents every time he walked down a street, or medical emergencies when every second person snapped their neck trying to turn and stare. I couldn’t believe I was taking such a sexy guy up to my room, but I guess he was the perfect choice for my first one-night stand—so perfectly hot that I’d never have any regrets.
I hadn’t exactly planned on having a one-night stand tonight—or any night, for that matter—but something was telling me I just had to have this guy. His eyes seemed to burn a hole in me as he looked down at me, and I was worried my whole body might overheat despite the cool air in the lobby. I was only too aware of the raw, primal energy that seemed to radiate from him like a raging furnace, and he didn’t say another word before leaning down and moving his lips close to mine.
Just before his mouth pressed against mine, the elevator door pinged.
I pulled away, embarrassed, as the people on the elevator stepped out, giving us side-eyed stares. Cole grabbed my hand and pulled me forward onto the elevator and winked. “Which floor?” he asked.
I gulped. Was I really going to do this?
Hell yeah.
“Five,” I replied, breathless with anticipation. “Room 508.”
The elevator ride and subsequent walk down the hall to my floor seemed to take forever, even though it was probably only a minute or so. I’d never done anything like this, but I was simply giddy with desperation. I wanted nothing more than to slide my hands down the front of Cole’s jeans and feel every inch of him, and I needed his hands on me.
Now.
Luckily, we’d just stepped into my room, the door slamming behind us. Cole didn’t even have to say another word or move another muscle to let me know that he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him, and suddenly his lips were on mine as he drew me into his powerful arms. His tongue slid past my lips and entwined with mine in a rough, passionate kiss, and I murmured into his m
outh, overcome by wild need.
My hands roamed over his tall, muscular frame as we embraced. Compared to him, I felt tiny and vulnerable, despite my curves, and I happily helped him take his shirt off. He pulled away a moment later and leaned down near my neck.
“You’re such a tease,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. “Making me take my clothes off, but leaving yours on.”
I pulled back and raked my eyes over the contours of his inked chest, arms and stomach. His muscular arms, which I’d already seen, led to a perfect chest and wide, powerful shoulders, and his abs were so sculpted that I could probably grate cheese on them. Farther down from his abs was his V-cut, which led enticingly below his waistline.
“So take my dress off,” I replied, curling my lips into a half-smile.
His blue eyes smoldered, and anxious butterflies took flight in my chest, dipping and diving at the look of pure possession in his gaze. He cupped my face, caressed my cheek and leaned in, and I barely had time to register what was happening before his lips crushed down on mine again, devouring me with the intensity of his kiss. Every inch of my skin tingled with mad desire as his hands coasted over my shoulders before sliding the zipper to my dress down, and I closed my eyes and leaned further in, returning his kiss with equal passion.
So much heat and wanton need sparked between us as our lips met that oxygen seemed to vanish from my lungs entirely, and I could feel my panties dampening with need as my insides clenched.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Cole’s deeply masculine voice sent jolts of electricity shooting up and down my spine as he broke away from my mouth and pulled my dress down, and it fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles.
My nipples tightened into hard little nubs under my bra, begging for his touch. There was an invisible pull between us, so thick and strong in the atmosphere that I could practically touch it and taste it. Cole slid an arm around me again, and within the blink of an eye, he’d thrown me down onto my bed. I skittered back towards the pillows, watching with heated anticipation as he took off his jeans and boxers.
He was totally naked now, and I bit my lower lip as he reached down and slowly stroked a hand over his rock hard shaft. Now I knew where his cocky attitude came from…he was big.
“Do you have protection?” he asked.
My stuff was all over the hotel room in suitcases and bags, and I sat up, glancing around.
“Um…”
Shit. I hadn’t planned on this, and I didn’t have any.
Cole grinned. “Don’t worry, I think I might actually have one,” he said, picking up his jeans and checking the pockets.
He pulled out a foil packet a second later and held it up, smiling as he dropped the jeans back on the floor. “Here we go. But before I do anything with this…I think you need something first.”
“What?”
Suddenly he was on me, and I let out a giggle as he yanked my legs apart and slid a hand inside my cotton panties. My breath caught in my chest, squeezing its way into my lungs, and with one quick movement, Cole was spreading my lower lips and rubbing slow circles on my clit before moving his hands up and exploring the rest of my body. His mouth found mine again, and electricity surged through me as he kissed me. My body was on fire for him, and I kissed him deeper and more fervently as each moment passed.
I started to moan as he rubbed me, and soon he’d stripped me of my panties and bra. When one of his hands reached up and touched my bare breasts, I gasped. It felt so good. Almost too good. My nipples became impossibly hard, and I felt intense wetness growing between my legs. Cole moved up and lowered himself toward me, and he ran his tongue along my breasts, squeezing and massaging me as he licked. I ran my hands up and down his back and shoulders and arms as he worked his magic on me.
He was kissing down my body now, approaching my upper thighs. He lingered on the area, and soon he was dangerously close to my wetness. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and then his tongue was on my lower lips. I moaned loudly straight away. No buildup was necessary, as I’d wanted him to do this since the first moment I laid eyes on him. His tongue ran along my outer lips, drinking up my wetness, and I clutched the sheets and writhed, spreading my legs farther to let him in.
He grabbed hold of my thighs and ass, pressing my legs closed against his head, and he ran his tongue along the outside of my clit, sending shockingly powerful waves of ecstasy straight to my system. I could feel each wave as if it were a physical thing with a physical mass; each one shook me and made me tremble, and they were hitting me faster and faster.
Cole really started working my clit now. His lips were on me, and he was applying light pressure as his tongue swirled around and around. That really started to send me over the edge; the waves had become a constant high tide, and it was only getting higher and higher. I didn’t want this to end, but the urge to climax was strong, and I couldn’t fight what my body craved.
Cole slid a finger between my lips and circled it around my entrance, and I let out another moan. I could hear how wet I was as his hands played with me, and when he slid a finger inside and began to curl it in a beckoning motion, I cried out and shuddered.
“Oh god….I’m going to…oh!”
He held me tighter, squeezing my ass, and his tongue went into overdrive on my clit. I bucked my hips up, and he didn’t miss a beat, his mouth clinging to me like a parched man in a desert who didn’t want to miss a drop. A heady rush of pleasure crashed through me, and I cried out as I finally came, clutching onto Cole’s head as I did so.
“Oh…oh….fuck!”
Cole finally moved his head up, grinning as he watched me shake and shudder on the bed. One hand moved down, deftly sliding the condom from earlier onto his rock-hard shaft, and then he leaned down and placed the head of his cock at my entrance before murmuring into my ear.
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked.
I wanted to say yes; wanted to scream it for everyone to hear.
Instead, I pushed him away, leaned down over the edge of the bed and vomited into the trash can that sat beside the bedside table.
Shit.
All the wine I’d had earlier was finally hitting me. I hadn’t felt drunk until this moment, just slightly merry, but now my head was spinning and my stomach was roiling.
“Um….Charlie…?” Cole said, his tone a mixture of concern and shock.
I couldn’t look at him. I was too embarrassed. For god’s sake, I’d almost vomited right on him! Luckily I’d been able to move just in time…but still, I was completely humiliated. My sexy one night stand had quickly turned into a horror-fest of dizziness and shame, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t help myself.
I threw up again.
“Charlie…”
I was about to reply, to tell Cole that he could leave and that I was sorry, but my body wasn’t having any of it. Instead, a wave of sudden exhaustion swept over me, and I collapsed back on the bed, my eyelids too heavy to open.
I had one last thought before completely passing out.
I’m never, ever drinking again.
Chapter Three
Cade
Seriously?
I looked down at the scene before me with abject horror. My gorgeous conquest for the night was sprawled out on the bed in a drunken mess, dribble on her chin and hair askew as she snored loudly. As for myself—I was still on my knees on the bed, cock still hard and balls aching with need.
Jesus, so much for getting laid tonight.
I could’ve left; could’ve just gone back downstairs and headed to another bar to pick up a different chick. After all, it was only a quarter past ten, so the night was still young. Well, young-ish.
But I couldn’t leave Charlie like this. I might’ve only just met her, but I felt responsible for her. I was the one who’d bought her the glasses of wine that had gotten her so wasted, and I felt pretty fucking bad for not realizing how drunk she was earlier. Honestly, she’d seemed totally fine, and there was no w
ay I would’ve tried to hook up with her if I’d known she was this wrecked, but now I was here, and I felt like I had to stay till the morning and make sure she was okay.
The acrid scent of puke hit my nostrils, and my lips curled with revulsion as I hopped off the bed and picked up the trashcan. Charlie had missed a bit when she’d leaned over and hurled, and I sighed as I saw the splattered remnants of her dinner and all up and down the side of the can, with patches on the floor where she’d missed.
Gross. Totally fucking gross.
I took the trashcan into the bathroom and emptied it into the toilet as much as I could before rinsing it out in the sink with hot water and soap. When it was clean, I left it to dry on the tiles, and I gathered up a big wad of toilet paper and set about cleaning the patches of puke off the floor. Charlie kept on snoring away on the bed, and when I was done cleaning the floor, I grabbed some tissues and wiped away the dribble from around her chin and mouth.
I could practically hear my friend’s voices in my head as I tidied up. Get the fuck out, man, just leave the room for the hotel staff to clean up. It’s their job. And it’s your job to get laid tonight…so get the hell out and find someone else.
I pushed the thoughts aside and filled up a glass of water for Charlie, leaving it on the bedside table for her. Then I lay down next to her and watched her sleep, her perfect tits rising and falling with each breath she took. She really was hot as hell, even if she was a drunken mess, and I couldn’t help but smile softly as I looked at her amazing curves and dark hair.
At least I’d been able to bring some pleasure to that perfect body before she’d started puking her guts up everywhere.
The smile faded as I realized my dick was somehow still hard despite all the puke I’d just dealt with, and the condom was still on me. Charlie might’ve had an orgasm, but I certainly hadn’t, and my balls felt like they were gonna fall right off if I didn’t empty them soon. Christ. I pulled the condom off and headed for the bathroom to flush it, and then I took a quick cold shower to try and dampen my arousal.
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