But my late-night panty-less visitor proved they were deadly serious.
I pick up my new beer and take a giant gulp as the guy runs a finger over her necklace, faking interest in it so he can get his filthy hands near the low neckline of her dress.
I know guys like him. Seen plenty of them on nights out like this. Chat the girls up. Buy them more drinks. Slowly move closer, then start putting their hands on them like they have the right to.
I saw it all the time with my younger sister. My brother and I would act as bodyguards for her on nights out, scaring any guy shitless before he could so much as look at her. She claimed she hated us being overprotective. But it’s what family does.
They stick together.
Bitterness runs down my throat with my next mouthful of beer. Maybe Jude wants the attention. Perhaps she’s planning on fucking a different guy every night of her trip until she’s bleached her ex from her system.
If that’s her plan, good luck to her. Declan’s always smiling, and the guy sleeps with a different woman every week. Maybe it’ll thaw her out. Uptight little thief.
But there was nothing uptight about how she rode my dick like a wild thing last night, clawing the skin at my shoulders as she came.
Fuck, that was some sex.
“What do you think?”
“Huh?” I focus back on Declan.
“That guy I know, he said it’s the best price he can do.” He lifts both brows. “For the passport.”
“Right, yeah. Tell him I’ll get him the money. I’m almost there.”
“Really?” He looks skeptical.
Choosing not to answer his question, I take another swig of my beer, following Jude and Mel with my eyes as they head to the restrooms together.
“You seriously got that much already? Well done, man.” Declan blows out a breath. “I knew you’d do it, but still… It’ll be quiet without you.”
I smirk. “No, it won’t.”
“Nah, it won’t, you anti-social fucker. But it’ll be less fun. Who will I do cliff diving and all that other crazy shit with now?”
“You’ll be fine,” I tell him, looking him in the eye. He nods back. It’s the closest thing to sentimental he’ll get from me, and he understands why. We will have another crazy day out doing some sports before I leave without a fuss.
Declan knows I don’t do goodbyes.
The two guys fist bump one another with matching shit-eating grins as they wait for Jude and Mel to return. The urge to smack their heads together crashes through me. But it’s got nothing to do with me who little Miss Uptight chooses to fuck.
“Couldn’t make it more obvious they’ve not got their dicks wet in a while.” Declan snorts at them.
“The girls are on vacation. What they do is their business,” I mutter.
Jude and Mel return, and I force my attention away from them, talking with Declan instead about his plans for expanding the range of activities the retreat offers, assuming he can get backing from hotel management.
A squeal, followed by smashing glass, steals my attention back to the other end of the bar. Chump number one looks like he’s apologizing to Jude about the huge wet patch that’s covering the front of her dress, seeping through the white fabric.
He bends to pick up a broken glass, handing it back to the bartender and grabbing the towel they’re holding out before Jude can take it from them. His eyes practically spring out oftheir sockets at her nipples, which are now fully visible through her see-through dress.
She reaches for the towel, but the jerk moves it out of her reach so he can continue copping an eyeful.
I’m on my feet so fast my stool crashes to the floor.
Striding over, I grab the towel from him and press it into Jude’s hands.
“Here!” I snap.
