I should have said no. I should have walked away, but I was powerless to resist him.
I don’t remember a time I wasn’t hopelessly in love with Gabe Turner. He’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, but I’m not supposed to want him. He’s gorgeous and cocky and totally wrong for me. Plus, he’s my brother’s best friend, which means he’s completely off limits.
Anyway, it’s not like he sees me as anything but a brat.
After that last kiss, I’m not so sure…
WARNING: This book contains one over the top alpha, a sassy heroine, and enough laughs to crack a rib. If laugh-out-loud insta-love with lots of sexy time isn’t your thing, this story probably isn’t for you.
Holding onto what was left of my dignity, I hurried out of the bathroom. Once we were back in the main bar, Gabe pushed in front of me, snagging my hand to make sure I followed him out. As we weaved through the crowd, some random guy handed me a shot glass. Obviously, he’d lost track of how many people were in his group and had handed it to me by mistake. Shrugging, I raised the glass to my lips and drank it down, then coughed. My throat felt like it was on fire.
Tequila was a killer.
Gabe glanced back at me, and I discreetly slid the empty glass onto a table and smiled up at him. His frown told me I hadn’t pulled off the innocent look I had been going for. Or maybe I had and that was what made him so suspicious.
When we were back on the street, I playfully swung his hand. Something had changed, and suddenly, it felt like we were actually holding hands like a real couple. A low, smoldering heat burned in my belly, and I tried to keep my voice light when I said, “Thanks for bribing those guys.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t think I heard that right. Did you actually just thank me for something?”
I bumped my hip against him. “You’re pretty nice when you aren’t being so bossy.”
“And you can be sweet when you aren’t being a pain in my ass.”
When he let go of my hand, I immediately missed him. Needing to put some space between me and the focus of my ridiculous crush, I didn’t protest as he walked me the two blocks to my hotel. Like a good warden, he insisted on escorting me to my room. I realized he was still holding my bright green yard cup in the elevator, and after taking the keycard out of my purse, I took it from him.
As we got to the end of the hallway, I heard laughter rising above the music coming from behind the closed door. Sharing a glance with Gabe, I used the key, then pushed the door open. Two steps into the room, I came to a dead stop. The two friends I was staying with were with three men I’d never seen before…and they were all naked.
“Layla! We were wondering where you were.” Grace Prescott blushed as she sat up on one of the queen beds and pulled a blanket over herself. She was one of the first people I’d met at college, and we managed to stay close friends after she’d moved back to New York at the end of our first year.
But this was definitely more of her than I ever wanted to see.
Then again, at least she wasn’t sandwiched between two naked men like her friend Julie was. She sent me a smile that turned sly as it shifted over to Gabe. “Why don’t you guys grab a drink and join us?”
“Get your things,” Gabe ordered in a low, furious voice. “We’re leaving.”
“What?” I stood frozen in place. “What?”
The third man sat down on the pullout bed where I was supposed to sleep and reached for the Tulane T-shirt I had left there earlier. When he placed it over his lap, I wanted to groan. Great, there was a naked ass on my bed, and now his dick was wearing my shirt. I wondered if the fire alarms would go off if I burned that shirt on the small balcony attached to the room.
When Gabe swatted me on the ass, I gasped in surprise. God, there were way too many asses in the room right now. A hysterical giggle burst from my lips before I could hold it back. The situation was so ridiculous, I couldn’t help myself.
“Get. Your. Things. Now.”
“What? I…umm…things,” I repeated with a nod.
It didn’t take me long to grab my toiletry carrier and makeup bag from the bathroom. My cheeks flushed with heat as I shoved my things into my bag while trying to avoid looking at any of the naked bodies in the room. I yelped as I turned and found Gabe standing right next to me instead of by the door. Lifting my bag as if it weighed nothing, he put his other arm around my waist and practically carried me toward the exit.
“I’ll call you later,” Grace yelled as the door closed behind us.
Back in the elevator, I watched the numbers counting down as we headed toward the lobby level. The absurdity of the last few minutes left me feeling kind of queasy. It wasn’t that I disapproved of the situation. Grace and her friend were free to do whatever they wanted. But since I was still a virgin, that was way more than I could handle.
“My hotel is on the next block. You can stay in my suite tonight. It’s two levels, so there’s plenty of room.” His tone was clipped, and I could tell that he was still angry.
As the elevator doors opened, I said, “I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t sure exactly. Unable to look at him yet, I simply shrugged as we crossed the lobby. “That you’re stuck with me tonight. They probably called, but I haven’t checked my phone. I didn’t know my friends were planning an orgy. Well, I don’t think it was planned. It sort of looked like a…”
“A spontaneous orgy?”
He laughed. “I think most are.”
The cool night air felt good against my heated skin as we walked outside, but my stomach continued to flip and churn. That last shot had been a bad idea…and the alcohol was finally catching up with me. As I moved to the side to avoid a large group of people, I stumbled, and a wave of dizziness swept over me.
Uh oh. This wasn’t good.
If I could just close my eyes for a few seconds…
“What is it, brat?”
“I think I’m going to—”
The last thing I heard was his vicious curse before I passed out.