I take another long swig of vodka and decide I can’t wait a second longer for this boy to hit me up. Time to light a fire under that man’s hot ass.
Me: Hey, Colin! It’s time to get your hot ass to my room to do everything you promised after our kiss. Eat my pussy and do The Sure Thing to me, baby! Fuck my brains out until we see God! Our amazing kiss fulfilled my biggest childhood fantasy about you. Now it’s time for you to fulfill my far more ADULT fantasies about you. Room 709. I’m waaaaaaaiting.
A few minutes after pressing send on my text, I hear a bit of a ruckus outside my door in the hallway. Was that someone yelling? My heart in my mouth, I wait for a knock on my door. And when it doesn’t come, I stride to my door and fling it open . . . and then furrow my brow in confusion at the emptiness confronting me. There’s nobody in the hallway. Nothing but closed doors and a bottle of booze on the carpet in the middle of the hallway. Was that bottle there when Mom and I arrived at my room?
Deflated, I stagger back to the bed and flop onto my stomach on the bed, determined to stay awake for Colin, whenever he finally gets here . . . But soon, I can’t keep my eyes open a second longer, so I decide to rest them for a bit, just until Colin knocks on my door . . . And the next thing I know . . . the world blurs . . . and then fades to black.
Eleven
Colin
As Amy rides my cock, a faint rumbling noise slices through my consciousness. Is that a train rolling past Amy and me—a small one, like the kind toddlers ride at malls? And why do I give a flying fuck what’s making that noise, when Amy is riding my cock and on the cusp of coming? I return to massaging Amy’s clit as she rides me, enjoying the way her perfect tits bounce and jiggle with her gyrations. But a female voice jerks me out of it again.
“Thank you, yes,” the woman says.
It’s Violet. What’s she doing here, while Amy is riding my cock?
Violet continues, “Put everything on the table, please. Thank you.”
Suddenly, my mother is standing next to Violet, watching me fuck Amy.
“Well, aren’t you going to fuck her on the table?” my mother asks. “You’re not going to make me a Beretta-O’Brien grandbaby like that.”
My eyes wrench open in horror, as a male voice asks, “Will that be all, ma’am?”
Violet replies, “Yes, thank you so much.”
There’s that same rumbling sound again. And when I turn my head to look, there’s a room service cart rumbling past me, pushed by a male hotel employee in uniform.
“Enjoy your breakfast, ma’am,” he says.
I rub my eyes and sigh. I’m lying on a couch in Dax and Violet’s plush suite. Other than Violet and me and a shit-ton of breakfast food, the large room is empty. Presently, Violet’s pouring herself a cup of coffee from a gleaming carafe, her back facing me.
Fuck.
As my brain shakes off sleep, it’s beginning to show me jagged swatches of my drunken misdeeds from last night. Oh, shit. I kissed Amy. And then whispered something . . . naughty . . . into her ear.
Oh, God.
I remember bursting into this suite last night and immediately guzzling from a bottle of tequila like it was Gatorade, as I tried to erase the bad things I’d done downstairs. But that’s all I can remember . . . What happened after that?
“Good morning,” Violet says. She’s seated at the table now, sipping her coffee and staring at me.
“Good morning,” I say carefully. Even though she’s smiling at me, she looks like she’s plotting my murder.
“How are you feeling?” Violet asks. “You had a lot to drink last night.”
“I feel like shit. You?”
“I feel fine. I stopped drinking after the reception and switched to water.”
“Good for you. I’m glad one of us was smart.”
“You chug-a-lugged when we got to the room. You seemed a bit stressed.”
“Mm-hmm.” I squint at her. “Please tell me I don’t have a Sharpie mustache and beard right now.”
“You don’t. But only because Fish forgot to pack a Sharpie.”
“Small mercies.” I rub my forehead as pain rips through my cranium. “Ugh. I feel like I’m dying.”
“Coffee?” she says sweetly, motioning to the carafe.
“Thanks. And a huge glass of water.”
“Sure thing.” She brings me the beverages and takes an armchair next to me. “Is Amy coming to brunch?”
I take a sip of coffee. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
Ah, there it is. Somehow, I’ve pissed her off in relation to my treatment of Amy. “I haven’t talked to Amy since last night, I don’t think—since leaving the wedding reception and coming up here.”
“You don’t think?”
“Things are a bit hazy, Violet. Gimme a break.”
“You didn’t think to check on her last night, after coming up here, to see if she was feeling better and wanted to join us?” Her blue eyes narrow. “You’d invited her during dinner to come to our room to party with us, remember?”
“Violet, please. My head hurts.”
“I don’t know Amy’s phone number or room number. After you passed out like a worthless sack of shit without checking on Amy, I had to call down to the front desk to get connected to her room. But she didn’t answer.”
“Well, there you go. No harm, no foul. She must have crashed the minute she got to her room.”
“The thing is, Amy wasn’t my date last night. She was yours. You should have been the one to check on her.”
“Amy wasn’t my date.”
“Maybe she didn’t start out that way, but she was your date by the end.”
“Butt out, Vi. Amy and I were doing a thing.”
“What thing?”
“I’m not in the mood to explain it to you.”
Violet’s nostrils flare. “I don’t understand why you didn’t call her to see if she was feeling up to joining our party. I asked you to do that and you shrugged me off. How do you know poor Amy wasn’t sitting in her room, waiting for you to call and give her our room number?”
I close my eyes and sigh. “You said yourself you called and she didn’t answer. Drop it.”
“But she could have been in the bathroom. I’m just saying it’s weird you dropped her like a hot potato, after having so much fun with her. What happened?”
She stares at me with hard, blue eyes. And I know she’s not going to drop it.
“I fucked up, okay?” I bellow, to the detriment of my own cranium’s comfort. “I kissed her on the patio, while Fish and Ally were singing their duet, and it was a huge fucking mistake!”
Violet looks confused. “Why is that a fuck-up? Amy is adorable and obviously thinks you walk on water. God knows why. And everyone could see how much fun you had with her.”
“She’s Logan’s sister. Off-limits. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
When I close my eyes, Violet sighs and says, “I’ll get you some Tylenol and wake everyone for breakfast. I got us a late checkout, but we need to get moving, so Dax and I can pick up Jackson.” When I open my eyes, she’s walking toward one of the two bedrooms in the suite. But before she arrives at her destination, she tosses over her shoulder, “Call Amy now and tell her breakfast is here. We invited her to brunch last night, and I don’t care how badly you think you screwed up by kissing her, I’m not going to let you ghost that poor girl this morning.”