“Charge dinner to my room,” Max says to Danny as my mom pulls him away.
“My god,” Danny mutters as he watches them make a spectacle of leaving. My mom is holding Max’s hand up above their heads. Her white dress and her bouquet, and his boutonniere pinned to his lapel, make it clear they just got married. Everyone around them is clapping as they make their exit.
“They’re going to beloadsof fun this weekend,” I deadpan, and he huffs out a laugh in response.
“Are we going to talk about what happened last night, in light of us now being related?” he asks as the waiter approaches the table and puts the bill in Danny’s outstretched hand.
I don’t know how I didn’t anticipate this question. I guess I just figured he’d spend this weekend pretending like nothing had happened, the same way I planned to.
“We’re going to forget that happened,” I say. “In light of us now being related.”
He glances over at me with a smirk as he picks up the pen, writes down what I know to behisroom number, and scrawls an illegible scribble for a signature.
“You’re going to forget, huh?” He lifts an eyebrow. “I’d like to see you try.”
He’s not wrong that forgetting the best sex of my life would be difficult, but it’s the cockiness that grates at me—the way he casually assumes that I’ve never had anything better, with anyone else. Joke’s on him though, because the bar is extremely low.
“It’s already forgotten,” I say, standing as I drop my napkin on the chair, pick up my phone, and hightail it out of the restaurant so quickly I’m hoping he can’t catch up.
Joke’s on me this time, though, because when I glance over my shoulder, he’s sitting at the table. He’s not trying to catch me, and he’s amused that I’m running.
Chapter Ten
AIDAN
Idon’t know what I regret most: letting her walk away or sleeping with her in the first place. Why does the first person I’m truly attracted to inyearshave to be my fucking stepsister?
I sit at the table for a few minutes after she turns to make sure I’m not following her. I don’t want to be a creep about it, and with my fast stride and our rooms being only a few doors away, I would easily catch up to her if I didn’t wait it out. I have no idea if she’d want that or not, but it’s better for both of us if I don’t find out.
When I finally leave the restaurant to return to my room ten minutes later, I realize that no one ever mentioned to Morgan when the boat is leaving in the morning. I know that Max knows, so I’m not worried about him and Anne getting there on time. But does Morgan even have any idea where to meet us, or when?
Her mom will probably tell her,I assure myself as I approach her room. And as much as I feel like it’s none of my business, I’ve gotten a good sense of who Anne is and what her priorities are over the past few hours. And for some reason, Morgan is not on that list. With cell service still out on the island, it’s not like her mom can text her about it.
The mental image of Morgan waking up to an annoyed knock on her door, only to find out she’s supposed to be on the boat already, has me passing my room and coming to a stop outside hers.
She pulls the door open with confusion on her face, and a thin tank top and a tiny pair of shorts hugging her curves.Fuck.Everything about her body is a turn-on for me. The way every inch of her soft skin practically glows, the deep crease between her tits, her wide hips expanding from her narrower waist, and the way her thighs are thick and smooth.
I try not to let the memory of them wrapped around my head last night totally cloud my judgment, but seeing her braless and in barely any clothes has me forgetting what I’m doing here. All my brain can think about right now is how much my body wants hers.
“Yes?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest to hide the fact that her nipples are hard and fairly visible through the thin fabric. Unfortunately, all that does is emphasize her cleavage.
And now, my dick is hard just from the sight of her standing here, wearing her pajamas. I try to remember the last time I felt this way about anyone—not just the physical attraction, but the desire to be in her presence—but I come up empty-handed. There hasn’t been a single person since my college relationship fell apart.
“Did you really knock on my door just so you could stand here scowling at me?”
God, I love that annoyed tone.Flirting with her at the bar last night was fun, but I bet fighting with her would be even better.
I shove my hands in my pockets, hoping that pushing the fabric forward will hide the tent in my pants. “I didn’t know if you knew when and where we’re meeting tomorrow morning?”
“Morning?” she says with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah, the marina said they usually get thunderstorms in the afternoon since it’s summer, so I booked the boat starting in the morning.”
She tilts her head as she studies me. “Youbooked it?”
“Yeah. Sort of as a wedding gift. Thought it would be something nice to do that wasn’t just sitting at the pool or the beach all day, listening to our parents yap. I’ve... done this a few times.”
I don’t know what makes me offer that up, since I have no idea if she knows this is my stepdad’s third marriage since my mom died.
