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Chapter 13
I hadn’t had sex with Sophie in days and it was making me edgy as fuck. Even the booze wasn’t giving me the usual sense of complacency, of easy numbing escape. I just sat in the Thirsty Moose and thought about how damn much I wanted her. How pathetic was that?
So when she told me she was going out on Wednesday with her sister’s friends for a bachelorette party, I figured there were only about four different places they could be and I was going to check them all out until I found her. Odds were she would be wearing another tight dress and I wanted to see that almost as much as I wanted to see her naked again in my bed.
Four nights without her under me was three and a half too many. I was sure I could convince her to come home with me at least for an hour without her parents being on to her.
But after cruising past three out of the four likely locations twice I had come to the irritating conclusion that they must be in the one place I did not want to go. The bar Christian worked at. Damn it.
It was warmer tonight than it had been and I had already had a few drinks. My face felt hot and I felt pissed off. Where the hell was Sophie? I had known she would be busy with her family but I had expected to see her more than I had. But she had said her mom was giving her crap for blowing off Bella and that she couldn’t get away. I believed her. If Sophie was sick of slumming with me she would be honest and just tell me to fuck off.
But she had tried to tell me to fuck off. When I had lost my goddamn mind and had insisted she dance with me on the sidewalk. She had tried to tell me she was getting too attached and didn’t want to see me anymore but I had refused to accept it. And she had given in to me. It was a dick move. I was being selfish and I knew it.
There was no way I could let her go just yet though. She was the only thing good in my life and I knew when she left I would have to go back to boat, stool, bed. Repeat. I wasn’t ready to reclaim my bleak existence.
Yet, I had told her I wouldn’t hurt her on purpose and I knew, I just knew in my gut I already was. I should have the balls to let her go.
The thought pissed me off, churned my gut.
I had to see Sophie.
I waved to a guy I knew from the docks who was sitting by the door at the Moose and headed out into the night. Christian had been tending bar at Camden House for at least two years. Maybe three. I wasn’t allowed in there, technically. But rules were for pussies.
The key was to saunter in cool and calm. Like I belonged there.
I spotted the bachelorette party immediately. They stood out among the granola fake farmers and the transplants who had opened up artisanal butter shops and shit in town. And they certainly looked nothing like the girls who had grown up here, who lived in tank tops and denim shorts. These girls were wearing tottering high heels, very small outfits, and lots of makeup.
All except Sophie. She had her pink Converse on again, like the night we’d met. This time she didn’t have on a dress, which I found a little disappointing. She had on one of those girl outfits that was like shorts and a top attached to each other. It would be awesome to strip off her but it wasn’t my favorite look. Not enough cleavage.
There were six girls total, including Bella and Sophie. Bella was wearing a white dress and when she turned I saw she had on a sash that said BRIDE. The other girls had sashes that said I DO CREW. Sophie looked bored, though she was wearing the sash. I would have thought she would have refused but apparently, she was doing her best to keep her sister happy.
The reason I never came to this bar was ninety percent Christian and ten percent because they played dance club music. It pounded on my skull. While watching girls dance was no hardship on the eyes, the music killed the vibe for me.
I was planning to stroll past them to the bar without speaking to Sophie but she turned when I was five feet behind their party as if she sensed me. She gasped, then smiled. She mouthed “hi” to me and I wanted to go to her and steal her. Take her home with me and never let her go.
Giving her a nod, I decided the hell with it. I walked right up to her, tugged her to me, and kissed her with four days’ worth of tamped-down desire and neglected hard-ons. She didn’t even have time to make a sound of protest before my tongue was taking hers.
When I finally broke away and smiled at her, she was breathing hard and blushing, just a little. “Hi,” I said.
“Gross,” her sister, Bella, said.
I turned and gave Bella a smile. “Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. I won’t crash the party. I just wanted to say hi to Sophie.”
“I think you just got her pregnant,” one of the other girls said, fanning herself. “Holy moly, that was hot.”
Yet another girl, a brunette, eyed me curiously. “Who is this hunk of hotness, Sophie? I had no idea you could get such amazing coastal cock in this little town.”
Coastal cock? Wow. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Wait,” said Girl Number Three. “I thought you were our bartender. Does that tongue swipe come with the drink special?”
They all snickered. All except Bella and Sophie.
“He’s not our bartender,” Sophie said. “That’s his twin brother.”
“Oh, my God, there are two of you?” the brunette said, leering at me.
Someone had clearly been deep into the vodka already because she looked predatory and glassy-eyed. “It’s a mind fuck, isn’t it?” I asked her mildly. Then I squeezed Sophie’s hand. “I’ll talk to you later. Have fun.”
