He nodded and stared at me bleary-eyed.
“Gotta be wasted when you’re making a mistake, otherwise it doesn’t count, right?” I smiled at him and glanced around at his friends. They were all dancing with girls, too caught up in what was going on to pay attention to Coop.
“Come on, I’ll drop you home.” He shook his head and pulled me on top of him as I went to stand up.
“No, stay and drink with me. I need to get drunk…” He broke off, belched, and laughed.
I moved away from him and sat down.
“I don’t think girls are allowed at your bachelor party.”
He nodded and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“But who’s here to see? You could be a slut like any of those girls.” He waved his hand drunkenly, “But you’re not. You’re Bailey, the girl I’ve always fucking wanted and can’t fucking have.” He glanced down at the table and picked up a shot, toasting, “To life fucking you over,” before swallowing.
I went to the bar and bought a bottle of Patron tequila as his friends returned to the table. I moved past them and went to sit with Terry, Jay, and Harold. As I sat down, Jay smiled sadly at me and Terry wiggled his eyes. I unscrewed the bottle and poured everyone a shot. I’d downed six before they’d even finished their first and my heart pounded as I saw the guys Cooper was with leading Coop out of the bar.
I glanced towards their table and saw a cell sitting there, exactly where Cooper had been sitting. Rolling my eyes, I moved over, grabbed it, and followed them outside. He was leaning over, throwing up and his friends were all backing away from him.
“Cooper,” I called and one of the guys recognized me.
“Bailey Walker,” he said with a grin as I nodded. He moved over and hugged me. “It’s Pete, Peter McPherson.”
I stared up at him and saw him properly for the first time. He was tall, athletic, and his sexy blue eyes twinkled as they stared down at me. His dark hair was spiked, and he had on a brown shirt with dark jeans. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
“God, I’ve always wanted to do that, but Coop threatened me with disembowelment if I ever came near you, but you are stunning. Do you live in town?”
I smiled and nodded as Coop barreled towards us murmuring, “No… no… NO!”
Pete turned to the other boys, winked at me, and put me right in it.
“Since our groom is so drunk; his stepsister has agreed to take him home. Onto the next bar, guys.” Everyone cheered and followed Pete down the street, and I wanted to follow too, kicking him repeatedly on the shins. Cooper came towards me and leaned on my shoulder.
“Bails, take me home.”
I rolled my eyes and called my cell from his, guessing his password the first try. It was the date of our first time, three-seven-one-zero. I couldn’t believe it, and Jay answered my cell a few seconds after the second ring. I explained what had happened and asked him to bring my jacket, handbag, and cell out.
He appeared a moment later finding Coop leaning against the door and me pacing in front of him.
“Put him in a cab,” he spoke urgently, “and come back inside.”
I shook my head knowing I couldn’t do that. He’d never make it home.
“He won’t make it alone, look at the state of him.”
Jay nodded at me.
“Fine, take him to my apartment, I’ll stay at Harold’s.”
I leaned up and kissed his cheek, murmuring a thank you against his skin.
“Be careful and if you need to, call me.”
“I will,” I muttered in annoyance as I moved back to Cooper’s side and lifted his hand over my shoulder. It was only four blocks to Jay’s and it normally took me twenty minutes, but with Coop in the state he was, it took me over an hour. My feet were on fire, and as soon as we made it into the elevator, I slipped my heels off. Coop hadn’t spoken in the last hour, but he still looked a little green.
We entered the apartment, and he asked if he could take a shower and borrow a shirt. I nodded and grabbed his old running shirt from the dresser in the dressing room. It had lived there since I’d moved in with Jay after college. I set it on the sofa and changed from my dress into a tank and some shorts, making coffee in the kitchen as Coop walked out from the shower, dressed only in a towel.
My mouth still watered at the sight of him and his eyes widened as he took me in watching him.
“Is that coffee?” he mouthed looking longingly at my cup and I nodded slowly. He moved across the room and lifted my cup from my hands, taking a deep drink. My eyes went everywhere, his toned abs were right in front of me, but it was lower down that caught my gaze and held it.
“Bailey,” he spoke as I swallowed guiltily, looking up towards his face. He leaned over me and captured my mouth in a kiss. For a moment I forgot, I forgot about Jan and their wedding and how much of a shit he was as I got lost in the kiss. He swept me up into his arms, dropping the towel and exposing his rock-solid erection as he moved against me. He walked us back into the living room, and he dropped me down onto the couch.
He grabbed my shorts and pulled, gasping in surprise when he saw I wasn’t wearing panties. He pulled me towards him and closed his mouth over my clit, licking and sucking. He pressed his fingers into me and continued to drive me on until I came apart around his hands. Before I’d even finished clenching, he was inside me, pushing hard into me. My hands roamed up his back and I squeezed his shoulders as he slowly began showing me how good he was. Sweat rolled down his back as he took me at a punishing pace, and I ran my nails down his back gently.
“God, Bailey,” he murmured as I slid my hands onto his ass and pulled him into me hard. He pushed harder and harder and eventually we both splintered apart in orgasm.
As my breathing slowed, the realization of what we’d just done hit me and I gasped, drawing his eyes to my face.
“Bails, what is it?” He watched me as a tear rolled from my eye, and he brushed it away, sucking the moisture from the pad of his thumb.
“Are you…” I tried, but I choked on my words. “Are you still engaged?”
He nodded sadly at me and glanced guiltily away. Clearly, I wasnt enough for him to leave her, i thought as pain shot through me.
“This was a mistake, we should never have done this,” I spoke and shrugged out of his grip, grabbing my shorts and running into my room.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I collapsed on the floor. What had I done? What had we done? Oh my god, he was marrying someone else and I’d just fucked him on my friend’s sofa. He’d cheated on her with me. He’d made me a cheat.
He didn’t try to follow, and I crawled into my bed heartbroken at the fact that we’d just had sex, but more so over the fact that he was still marrying her. I heard the apartment door click closed as a wave of emotion washed over me. I never wanted to see him again. He’d used me again, and he never would again. I swore to myself that it was completely over.
The next few days were busy, work started on the apartments above the gallery and I spent most of my time at work, pulling long days and seeing Zane and Sam only at home. This became my routine, and I worked from eight a.m. until eight p.m. Monday to Saturday, spending Sunday with the kids as September passed and I organized things in Paris via Skype and emails.