“I can’t believe that. Whitney isn’t like that,” Kyle defended.
“Well, you can see for yourself because she’s moving back to Southport at the end of the month,” I announced. Skylar’s eyes widened, and Kyle’s mouth fell open.
Whitney’s moving back? Since when? I thought she was living the high life in France,” Skylar exclaimed.
I lifted my hands. “She’s decided to play dutiful daughter and come home. I’m sure there’s something in it for her. Whit doesn’t do things out of the goodness of her heart. Not anymore.”
Kyle’s face had flushed red. “Whitney’s moving back?” he asked, his words slurring slightly, his eyes unfocused.
“She sure is.”
Adam turned to him and pointed. “Didn’t you go see her that one time? Right after she moved to LA?”
“You went out to see Whitney? Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?” I asked.
“He was out there for almost a week. And then he came back and wouldn’t talk about it. Isn’t that right, buddy?” Adam nudged Kyle with his foot who was definitely looking a little green around the gills.
Kyle stumbled to his feet. “I think I’m going to puke.” He hurried into the house.
“That’s pretty much how I feel about it,” I muttered. “He really went out to LA to see Whitney?” I asked Adam.
He nodded. “Yeah, I remember thinking it was really weird. He came back tight-lipped about the whole thing, and he got together with Josie not long after that, so I never bothered to bring it up again.”
Guys were ridiculous. Women would pester until we got the truth. Men simply shrugged and drank a beer together.
“Huh,” was all I said.
“On that note, I’m calling an Uber.” Skylar pulled out her phone and got to her feet. “I’ll see you later, Adam.” She looked at me. “Call me tomorrow?”
I nodded.
She then pointed a finger at me, then to Adam. “You two play nice.”
I met Adam’s eyes, and he smirked. “We will, Sky. Promise.” I kicked his leg. He was far too obvious. Thankfully, Skylar was too drunk to notice.
“Okay, well, tell Webber I’ve left. Though I think the toilet will have his undivided attention for some time.” With that, she left through the garden gate.
Then we were alone.
Adam slid over to sit beside me. “God, that was excruciating.” He leaned in, his nose nuzzling the side of my neck. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all night.”
He softly kissed the skin beneath my ear, and I shivered. I couldn’t help it. I was past trying to hide what this man did to me.
“You’re telling me,” I murmured, turning my face to meet his lips. He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me long and slow. His tongue snaking lazily into my mouth.
“Come home with me,” he whispered, trailing his lips along the curve of my jaw, his fingers clutching my hip bones. “Please, Meg.” I loved it when he begged.
“Okay,” was all I could say. Words had left me. We needed to get out of there before I stripped off his clothes and had my way with him in the middle of Kyle’s back yard.
We lumbered to our feet, full of desperate, needy energy.
“You’re drunk; you can’t drive,” I reminded him.
“Damn it; I gave Lena a ride too. Maybe she’s sober.” Adam screwed his face up in frustration.
“No way can Lena drop us both off at your house. She’ll know something’s up. Remember, no one can know about this.” I indicated the space between us for emphasis.
Adam pulled me flush against him. I could feel his erection through his shorts. “Then I’m going to have to fuck you right here, Galloway,” he growled.
I was ten seconds away from letting him do just that. I had never lusted for someone so badly in my life. The feelings I had for him as a hormonal teenager were nothing compared to this wild, erratic, pulsating force that swirled around inside me.
Then I came to my senses. “You have to make sure Lena gets home safely, and then we can leave.”
Adam groaned but nodded. “Let’s go find my cock-blocking sister.”
We walked into Kyle’s house. Everyone seemed to have left, leaving behind empty beer cans and half-eaten plates of food. It looked like the aftermath of a college party.
Adam pulled me by the hand through the rooms, searching for Lena. I could hear Kyle retching in the hallway bathroom. Yuck. But I knew from experience to leave him alone. He wasn’t a nice sick person.
Then I spotted Adam’s sister in the living room. “There she is.”
Adam turned in the direction I pointed to, and he frowned. “God, he can never leave her alone. I’m surprised she hasn’t clawed his eyes out yet.”
Lena sat on the couch with Jeremy Wyatt, and to me, there seemed to be no danger of eye clawing. They weren’t touching, but even I could see that they wanted to be. They spoke softly, leaning into each other. Lena smiled, tucking a piece of errant hair behind her ear. From what I knew of Jeremy, he was a cocky bastard. I didn’t see anything cocky in his expression. The look he gave the younger Ducate was almost tender. And from the expression on Adam’s face, I knew that wasn’t a good thing.
“Hey guys,” I called out. Lena’s head shot up, and she instantly moved two feet away from Jeremy.
“Uh, hey,” she said, smoothing her hair back away from her face. Jeremy’s eyes were unnaturally bright, but I doubted it was from alcohol.
“I’m ready to head out. I’ve called for a cab,” Adam said.
“Oh, okay,” Lena glanced at Jeremy, who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her.
“You know, I can make sure Lena gets home,” Jeremy suggested. Did Adam hear the hitch in his voice?
“There’s no need. Uber will be here in a few minutes.” Adam’s eyes kept darting to me. His attention wasn’t on them thankfully. Even though I was half-drunk on wanting him, it was pretty obvious to me that Lena and Jeremy wanted to spend time together.
“You look tired, big bro. Why don’t you make sure Meg gets home okay? I only live a block away, and Jeremy is two streets over. He’ll make sure I get home. Won’t you?” Lena looked at Jeremy with raised eyebrows.
Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, seriously. I’ve got this.”
Adam looked at the two with doubt. “You hate each other. Lena, you can’t kill him and dispose of the body by yourself.”
Lena giggled nervously. “I won’t commit murder. And if I do, I know a good attorney.”
Jeremy held up his hands placatingly. “I’ll keep my hands to myself. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Adam snorted. “You’re no gentleman. But if you lay a hand on her, I’ll cut it off. Remember that, Wyatt.” He was swaying slightly on his feet.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine, Adam. I’d really like to get out of here,” I said with significance, gripping his arms to hold him steady.
Adam looked down at me, forgetting about his sister and Jeremy. He wasn’t thinking about them. He was thinking about sex. It was all over his face. “Okay, sounds good. We’ll see you later.” He turned me around by the shoulders and steered me from the room.