“No, it’s because I have work in the morning and I’m sure you’re dying to join Logan in the shower.”
She pressed her lips together and the lightest blush touched her cheeks.
“Go for it,” I said, winking as I stood up and let myself out.
I walked to my car, tying my annoyingly long hair in a ponytail as the wind kept blowing it in my face. My phone beeped with another text just when I started the car.
Damon’s message of ‘The things I’m going to do to you when I get home…’ put a huge smile on my face. I chucked the phone on the passenger seat and drove off, thinking about what to reply to really make him wish he’d never gone on holiday.
Damon
I sat at home stuffing my face with the Indian takeaway I’d picked up before getting back from the airport. I was knackered and quite possibly still pissed from the fourteen-night bender in Kavos. There wasn’t one of six guys I went with that I didn’t fucking hate now, and I still had two hours before I got to see Nell again.
My arsehole of a brother had not so wisely decided to make our annual lad’s holiday also his engagement stag. There was no such thing as a stag for an engagement but it seemed like such a great idea at the time. If I didn’t feel like a human again by the time I had to leave I was going to disown Lance.
We had a rule on holiday. Just one that also seemed like a good idea: sober isn’t allowed. It wasn’t just my liver that was pickled. I don’t think I’d formed a full sentence in the last nine days – not one that made the slightest bit of sense anyway.
There was only one thing I wanted more than to collapse in bed and sleep for days and it had legs that went on for miles, long, wavy black hair and beautiful, bright green eyes. Two weeks was a long time not to see her. It didn’t help that I had blue balls and was too wankered to do much about it in Kavos, especially towards the end.
I shovelled the lamb dish down my throat and cracked a beer open. I wasn’t ready for the killer hangover yet so I’d drink tonight. Tomorrow I could die in bed. Thank fuck I had a day to recover before going back to work.
At nine-thirty Nell text letting me know she was on the way to the club with Chloe and Logan. Her message couldn’t come soon enough. I was desperate to get to her. I wasn’t, by any stretch of the imagination, a ‘good guy’ and I’d slept with well over thirty women before I stopped counting, but Nell was the only one I’d gone back to again and again and again.
I called a taxi because I was probably about ten times over the limit and went to have a quick shower and change. With only fifteen minutes before the taxi was due to arrive, I washed in a rush and changed into some clothes that didn’t smell like booze, sleaze and regret.
A car horn sounded just as I’d finished styling my dark hair. Thank God for that. I should’ve insisted that Nell met me here, but I didn’t want her to see me in the state I was in. It was a surprise when they let us on the plane to come home. We looked like shit, groaned like cavemen in reply to questions and could barely walk in a straight line. But they probably just wanted us out of their country.
“Hey, man,” I said to the taxi driver after locking my door and getting in the black car.
“So you’re off on a bender?”
Not another one. “Meeting friends,” I replied and gave him the name of the club. Meeting up with a girl I’d not seen for two weeks but thought about solidly. I would never admit to Nell just how much I’d missed her while I was away, but it was an obscene amount.
I was dropped off outside the club after getting the driver’s complete life story and made my way inside. No queue to get in. That was never a good sign, though it was still early. The club was half full, groups of women danced while a few men honed in on their target for the night.
There was only one I was looking for though, and it didn’t take me long to spot her. She stood at a raised table with Chloe, laughing at something she’d said. Nell was so goddam stunning I had to check I wasn’t dreaming sometimes. Gorgeous chick that didn’t want anything heavy or serious, that was also cool to hang with. I’d hit the motherfucking jackpot.
When Nell was around I barely saw any other girl, they paled in comparison, and I was ready to take her home right now, five seconds after walking in the club. Her sexy body was wrapped in a skin-tight silver dress that showed off her back and long legs. Waves of inky black hair trailed down her bareback to the top of her pert arse.
Chloe nudged her arm and Nell looked around. Her green eyes darkened. I had the same thoughts as her – each one involved us being naked. She left the table and I got a perfect view of those legs. My mouth went dry.
Unexpectedly, she leapt into my arms; wrapping said long legs around my waist. I didn’t have much time to process what was going on before her mouth was on mine, tongue probing through my lips.