Not only did I screw Noah Gardner, but I did iton the beach. I hadsexon thebeach. I’m such a fucking cliché. Ugh!
I pluck my dress from the rock, casting my eyes around the beach for my thong. No sign of it anywhere. What do I bet it’s somewhere at the bottom of Lake Hedd? Welp, I’m also no stranger to an underwear-less walk of shame. I shake my head, brushing sand off my legs and arms.
Sigh.
The sun has risen higher in the sky now, the deep purples of night fully given way to the oranges and yellows of morning. It gilds Noah’s body where he lies sprawled on the sand, the dips and curves of his exquisitely defined muscles in soft relief against the fading shadows. His thick cock still stands erect, curving proudly against his belly.
He’s truly stunning.
I linger a minute longer, taking him in, committing the moment to memory. I know he’ll be waking soon what with the sun now bright against his face.
My bladder reminds me once again of the pressing need to relieve myself. I dress quietly, pulling the damp satin fabric over my head and smoothing it down across my hips. Loose sand makes light tinkling noises as it falls around me. With one last look over my shoulder at the peacefully sleeping man, I tiptoe away, ignoring the strange lump in my chest.
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“There she is!”
Piper’s cheerful voice pulls me from the memory and I look up to find her beaming at me as she and Steph weave their way through the tables in my direction. I push up from my chair pulling each of them into a quick hug before settling back down as they too find their seats. A waiter joins us almost immediately and takes their drink orders.
“And you, miss? Have you decided what you’d like now that your friends have arrived?”
“Luce?” Piper’s voice breaks through the silence.
Huh?
The waiter clears his throat. “I asked if you’ve decided what you’d like to drink?”
Steph shoots me a curious look. I must have zoned out again.
“Um … sorry. I think I’ll just stick with my water for now, thanks,” I reply.
He nods, backing away. “I’ll return with your drinks shortly,” he says to the girls.
“Thanks,” Steph murmurs politely.
I take a sip of my water, swallowing loudly.
“What’s that about?” Piper asks, frowning.
“What?”
She gestures at my glass. “You never drink water unless you’re hungover. Don’t tell me you’re still hungover on a Sunday at dinner time.”
I force a chuckle. “No, of course not. Just a little upset stomach, I guess. Not in the mood to drink today.”Or possibly for the next 9 months, I don’t say.
“Okay, well, if you’re not feeling well we can do this another time …” she offers.
“No, no, I’m good,” I reassure her. I need to talk to them. I just don’t know how to start now that they’re here. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe … I glance around … maybe I should do this somewhere more private. I’m not thinking clearly. I should have just asked them to come over.
“Earth to Lucy,” Steph singsongs.
I jerk my eyes up from the table, meeting both of their concerned gazes.
“Okay, what’s up?” Piper asks.
“How do you know something’s up?” I ask, trying to put off the inevitable.
“Aside from the water? You’re distracted and not yourself. Usually, you’re already launching into a story about a crazy customer at the café or getting too graphic about your latest conquest,” she teases in an effort to lighten my unusual mood.
