Page 74 of Rogue Wave

The thought of those amazing legs wrapped tight around me while I slid inside her over and over had me fighting off getting hard in public.

Even just thinking about the times when we were coming down from the high of sex and I had her lush body snuggled up against mine, I knew that nothing had ever felt better.

I moved my way through the crowd that was filling in, likely due to the live band that the Angry Crab usually had on Mondays.

I watched her turn to me and smile when she locked her gaze with mine. I felt that genuine smile in both my gut and my dick.

“Hank!” she yelled, surprised to see me, and I noticed her eyes were glossed over.

“You having a good time?” I asked as I walked up to her, and she wrapped her arms around me, almost poking me in the eye with her pool cue.

I ducked my head just in time and swiftly moved the cue into my hand. She hadn’t seemed to mind as she just stared up at me, smiling.

“You’re not conning anyone out of money, are you?” I teased.

“Only George and Dougie, but they know the score.” She giggled. “I’m glad you’re here.”

I knew she was likely tipsy, but I still appreciated that she wanted me here.

“What have you been drinking?” I asked.

“Mostly Coke…but some of it was mixed with rum.” She waved her hand flippantly at me, as though the rum part wasn’t a big deal.

I grinned and pointed at her nearly empty glass in front of her. “You want another?”

“Shirley Temple, please.”

“You don’t want another Coke with a splash of rum?”

Her smile turned flirty, and she batted her eyelashes at me. “No, I’d like to be sober when I go home. I’ve got a sexy man who might rock my world later, and I’d like to be able to remember all of it.”

I gave her a crooked grin and pulled her in closer, putting both my hands on her lower back. “Is that so?”

She nodded emphatically.

“Well, Shirley Temple it is.” I kissed the top of her hair and turned to Dougie. “You want another?”

“Yeah, but I’ll come with you and help you carry everything,” he replied, which meant he’d already asked Vivi if she wanted another drink.

We both walked back to the other side of the room and stood in line at the bar.

I’d put in our order and then started chatting with a couple of people at the bar who asked about Dottie and how she was doing. I heard the unsaid words of people wondering if she and George were a couple.

It always amazed me how much gossip there was in a small town. You couldn’t hide much from anyone, yet they always acted like they never knew enough.

“Trouble, two o’clock,” Dougie interrupted and I immediately turned my head in that direction.

My gaze locked onto Hazel’s ex making a beeline for her and Vivi.

“Ryan, hold those for me. I’ll be back,” I told the bartender and then quickly headed toward Rourke.

Clearly, he was too focused on Hazel, because he didn’t see me walk over from the bar. He had just arrived to talk to her, and I stopped and stood about five feet behind him.

“Why did you send your dad over to threaten me?” Rourke said, hands on his hips, his tone angry but not irate or even really violent. “You told me you didn’t even know your dad.”

Hazel’s head jerked back as if he’d slapped her with his words.

“He knew things, Hazel.” His voice was lower now, but I still heard it. “What the hell did you tell him?”