He takes a step toward me and snakes his arm around my waist. “You can wear your birthday suit now.”
“Your mom was just here five seconds ago, and you’re already thinking about sex?”
“Baby, I’m always thinking about sex,” he replies, leaning down to kiss me. “She likes you.”
“She’s very friendly. I bet she likes everyone,” I retort, slipping my arms around his waist and sliding through a few water droplets.
He snorts. “And you’d be wrong. Mom is very fair and tough, and while she usually has a very sunny, friendly disposition, she most definitely doesn’t like everyone. In fact, she wasn’t a fan of Whitney.”
“Whitney?” I ask, knowing I haven’t heard that name before.
“Collin’s ex. She cheated on him when he was in Washington in the Air Force. She was friendly to her face, but I knew she didn’t really like her. I think she knew Whitney wasn’t the one for my brother.”
“Possibly,” I reply.
Reaching behind him, I hear the click of the lock moments before his hands are back on me as he lifts me up. “Let’s go, Nurse Oaklee. I believe you owe me a little personal attention.”
My legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries me toward his bedroom. He slaps me on the ass, making me giggle. All thoughts of meeting his mom and what she said are forgotten.
For now.
The music isn’t very loud, but the atmosphere is electric.
Charli and Sommer invited me to join them for Lizzie’s Saturday paint night at the bar, and so far, I’m having a blast. We’re painting a pumpkin sitting in a field, and even though I’m far from an artist, I admit mine doesn’t look half bad. Of course, that could be the alcohol talking, thanks to the Drunk Ghosts.
That’s the name of the drink.
Drunk Ghost.
It’s a mixture of coconut rum, vanilla vodka, coconut cream, and lemon-lime soda, with a cute little ghost Peep on top, and it is delicious. I think I innocently hugged Collin when he handed me my third drink.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m well on my way to being a little intoxicated. These drinks are yummy,” Charli murmurs to me before taking a long sip from her straw.
“Definitely yummy.” Glancing to the bar, I find the bartender’s yummy twin brother sitting on the bar stool in the corner, keeping an eye on me and my friends. Every time I stand up, he’s moving in my direction, wanting to know if I need something, if I’ve eaten enough food, if I’m having a good time. He’s very attentive, even when I’m out with friends, and it feels good.
“Stop ogling my brother. I already have to deal with that shit from Collin and this one,” she says, pointing to Lizzie, “But now you and Cade? It’s nauseating.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t help it. He’s as yummy as this drink.”
“Eww,” she replies, grabbing her paintbrush and giving her attention to the front once more.
“Don’t mind her. She’s just jealous because she doesn’t have anyone yummy to ogle,” Lizzie states loudly.
Charli points her brush at Lizzie and says, “You’re right. I wish I had someone yummy.”
As if on cue, the door opens, and a small group of guys walk in. I recognize them immediately, especially since the one in front is Cade’s youngest brother, Camden. His friends Quinn and Robby are with him, and admittedly, I don’t know them as well.
“Single guys, four o’clock,” Sommer announces.
“Eww, what the hell is wrong with you? He’s my brother!” Charli bellows, pretending to gag.
Her friend rolls her eyes. “Obviously, I wasn’t talking about your brother, silly. The other two are good-looking and single.”
Charli glances over to the trio, who are now sitting at the bar with Cade. “Robby is seeing Sierra Harrison. He’s not single.”
“Okay, fine. But Quinn is.”
“Quinn is…no. He’s immature and annoying. And he’s practically a brother to me. That’s just gross.”
