She’s light as a feather, and she wraps her arms tightly around me. Her Dolly Parton tits are smashed against my chest. Are they real? Fake? I don’t care.
She’s gorgeous, and I’m horny. More than that, I’m pretty drunk and ready to do something outrageous.
Sienna.
Jake.
Sienna.
Jake.
My two loves.
I’ve fucked all that up.
Screwing Jazz will fuck it up even more.
But the booze is in my veins, and?—
Damn.
The women. They’re straight ahead, on the beach. Ariel’s bachelorette party.
Sienna is there, her hair swaying around her. Her back is to me, but she’s still beautiful—her long, lovely legs, her sweet ass…
She’s talking to…Misty?
Since when are they tight?
I look away and move quickly so they don’t see me.
I carry Jazz away from the light of the torches, her hair catching the silvery hue of the moonlight. She’s humming some pop song against my neck, her lips brushing my skin. I don’t know the tune, and I don’t care. All I know is I need to get far enough away from that crowd, far enough away from Sienna’s eyes.
And Jake’s.
God, Jake.
My feet sink into the warm sand.
Jazz giggles in my ear. “You know, I always wondered what it would be like to be carried off by a sexy caveman.”
I grunt. “Hope I’m living up to the fantasy.”
“Oh, babe.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “Youarethe fantasy.”
I don’t answer. The only fantasy I’ve ever really wanted is the one I ruined.
Sienna.
But tonight isn’t about wanting what I can’t have. It’s about forgetting. About numbing the sting.
I find a stretch of beach hidden from the lights. The ocean whispers just beyond, waves lapping the shore.
I remove my shirt—Jazz catches her breath—spread it on the sand, and lay Jazz down on it.
She stretches like a cat, her limbs splayed, her eyes glittering. “So now what?”
I drop down beside her, resting on my elbow, staring out at the waves instead of her tits. “Now I try not to think.”
