I considered going over to talk to her, but the bartender had already put my whiskey in front of me. I shot it, sent a wink toward the blonde, and headed for the door. I’d look for her later. Right now I had a brunette to meet.
The Surf’s Up pool. It was the one that Sam and Henry had gone toward and I kept a careful eye out for them. I passed the bathroom twice before I noticed it, tucked away in the hedges. I went toward the men’s side, but as I was passing the other door, it cracked and a surprisingly firm grip pulled me into the women’s.
There wasn’t much foreplay and I barely had a chance to twist the lock before her mouth was on mine, eagerly kissing me, stripping off my clothes and groping for my length. I wasn’t sure if she was in a hurry (probably had ‘important’ wedding shit to take care of) but whatever the case, I was fine with it. In and out, thank you and goodbye. That was the way it should be.
I’d been right (I usually was). The drink and the fuck untwisted that knot of annoyance and anger in my gut. I was feeling good, my cock in her pussy and her arms wrapped around my broad back as she panted and moaned in my ear.
I was just, literally just, about to climax when Mariana stiffened. I thought — for the briefest of moments — that she was cumming until she shrieked and somehow managed to do a home run dive off me and into the open bathroom stall.
Confusion turned to shock when I realized what had happened. The door that I was ninety-nine percent (and dropping) sure that I had locked was fully open and currently occupied by a gorgeous auburn-haired girl wearing a teal bikini and a look of immense shock.
We stared at each other for a solid beat. Then I gave a weak smile, hoping we’d slipped into an alternate reality running on porn logic and she might want to join in. All hope of that vanished when her face slipped into anger and disgust.
Mariana cowered in the stall. I felt no sympathy. She’d been acting as my only piece of clothing and she’d abandoned me to stand completely naked and fully erect under the eyes of this stranger.
Well, stranger to me. Because with a cry of disgust, the girl said the one thing that could make this entire situation worse: my name.
4
Alice
“Mac!”
The words left my mouth an exclamation, a scold, and a curse. He looked just as surprised as I felt, standing there naked, suddenly alone. But he also didn’t make any move to cover himself. My eyes betrayed me, roaming his body even though every neuron in my brain screamed to look away.
A year and four months hadn’t changed Mac Walsh in the slightest. If anything, he seemed bigger, free from the burden of clothing. His muscles stretched tight across a chest that was brushed with dark hair and featured a Celtic lion tattoo across his left pec. His arms were thick and veined, his shoulders rounded. His black hair was shorter than the last time I’d seen him, recently cut. And speaking of cut, a chiseled six-pack ended in a prominent V that pointed all the way to his still fully-erect cock.
I really tried not to stare at it, but it barged its way into my vision with the persistence of an overly eager Walmart greeter. And, let me just say, before I go any further… damn.
I ripped my eyes away from its bobbing grin and focused on the bottle-green eyes attached to the correct head (though I doubted the one that did all the thinking). His eyes bulged as the echo of my words faded in the bathroom and suddenly we were locked in a staredown. He looked confused, apprehensive, caught off guard by my words in a way that surpassed any physical embarrassment.
I struggled to understand until the realization hit me: He had no idea who I was.
As soon as the thought struck, I knew it was true. A hot sense of embarrassment warmed my blood and rushed it to my cheeks. Had I really wasted time thinking, hating, a guy that gave so few shits he couldn’t even remember my face?
“Do you not know who I am?” I demanded. I realized I had the door wide-open still and even though this bathroom was out of the way, kids were still running around. Seriously, how irresponsible….
I stepped inside and closed the door. “Well?” I asked when he didn’t answer.
“You want to give me some privacy, love?” he asked, finally finding his voice. With the words, any trace evidence of surprise or shame left his face and was replaced by a lazy condescension that I immediately wanted to smack off.
“I think you forwent your right to privacy when you screwed in an unlocked public place,” I spat back. “And don’t you dare call me love.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s in the most basic form of the word. How do you know my name?”
I put a finger on my chin, tearing my eyes away from his face to look mockingly up at the ceiling as if searching my mind. “Hmmm, let’s see. How do I know you?”
I snapped my fingers. “Oh, that’s right. You punched out my boyfriend at the Black Shade Saloon last year after hitting on me with one of the most disgusting pick-up lines I’ve ever heard in my life. But yeah, honestly with the way you were stumbling around drunk off your ass, I’m not even surprised that doesn’t ring a bell for you.”
A look passed across his face, so quickly I wasn’t even sure I noticed it. Something that might have been a memory. But it was gone before I was sure and his face re-hardened into its indifferent mask. He reached down and grabbed his black swimsuit off the floor, pulling it up to cover his length though his erection pushed the fabric out obscenely.
“All right,” he said. “I vaguely remember something like that. Though from my recollection, that skinny prick you just called a boyfriend had it comin’ to him. I probably did you a favor.”
A favor? Yeah right. But I wasn’t about to admit to Mac that I’d continued to date Daniel for close to a year after that night; I barely could admit it to myself. “All you did was ruin my Saturday.”
“You were gonna be disappointed anyway, love.”
“Stop calling me that!”
A hand darted out of the stall and grabbed the white pants on the floor. We both started. Somehow, I’d completely forgotten that Mariana was still there. She ran out a moment later, not making eye contact with either of us and fleeing to the outside.
“And now this is going to be really awkward,” I said, gesturing after her. “You know she’s putting the whole damn wedding together, right?”
He snorted, amused for some reason. “Well, it’s your fault she was left unsatisfied. So I suppose it’s on you if this whole thing goes to shit.”
My mouth dropped open. How dare he even insinuate… “No, it’ll be on you, asshole! Just wait until Beck hears you—”
“No. You’re not going to tell her,” he cut me off.
I couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy. “And exactly why shouldn’t I?”
“Because if you tell her, then my friends will know too, and I don’t want to have to deal with Sam, not to mention Mason.”
I crossed my arms. “I don’t see exactly how that’s my problem.”
He sighed and ground his jaw. The irritation in his green eyes somehow made him even hotter as he glared down at me. Not important right now, Alice!
“You want this wedding to go well? Making it awkward is just going to screw it up. What if she quits? No wedding planner, terrible wedding. Trust me.”