Well, okay then. It’s on.
I grasped him around his neck and dragged his mouth to mine again. This time, his tongue invaded my mouth. He insisted on dominance. His hands drew down my flank, cupped my ass, and dragged me ever closer.
Basically, we were one person.
He was the one to pull always first.
I moaned.
His harsh breath caressed my skin. “Shit. We need to go back to the party. We'll be missed.”
I groaned. As much as I loved my sister, the last thing I wanted was to stop doing what we were doing. I sighed. “I know. But at least I have my answer.”
He cocked his head. “What answer?”
“Whether you like me. It's okay. I like you too.” I untucked my shirt and arranged it so it covered my hard-on, then I walked back to the group.
The next day, as I sat in Taryn’s living room, I questioned all my life’s choices. “Fuck—who let me drink so much?”
Lachlan approached me. “Here—water and aspirin.” He winced as he handed me both.
Fuck. I must look a mess.I glared. Well, tried to. “Stop being nice to me. I don't know if you're being nice to me. Are you being nice to me?”
He chuckled. “Come on. We have a lot of shit to do today. The wedding’s tomorrow.”
I swallowed the aspirin, drank all the water, handed him the glass back, and put my hands on my head. “Stop torturing me.”
“Oh, this is nothing. Come on. We’ve got errands to run.”
Taryn and Stephanie were in their bedroom. Packing for their honeymoon, no less.
Undoubtedly, Lachlan would’ve packed a month in advance.
I would’ve packed about an hour before leaving for the airport. I groaned. “Why are you insisting I come with you everywhere?”
He snorted. “I need to keep an eye on you.”
“Fuck. You kiss a guy once, and now he thinks he owns you and you'll go everywhere with him.”
“Do you really want to stay here and be a third wheel?”
“Is there a right answer to that question?”
“I can drop you at your house, if you want.”
While he’d been sober enough to head to his hotel after driving us home in Taryn’s SUV, I’d been drunk enough that Steph and Taryn insisted I sleep in their spare room. I’d gone home drunk before—although had never driven myself, obviously. To my surprise, Lachlan had pressed me to stay. Ostensibly to help Taryn with Stephanie, as she was pretty drunk as well. So was Taryn, though. In the end, we all nursed hangovers this morning when Lachlan arrived—bright and chipper, of course.
The thing was, none of us were big drinkers. The occasional wine or beer. Rarely to the point of excess.
Last night had been special.
Just enough booze to enjoy the night, not enough to be too drunk to remember it.
Or so I told myself.
I pouted sulkily. “No. I want to go with you.”
His lips curled just the slightest bit. “Then, let’s go.”
