in the eye, blushes, then looks away.
“Sounds good, man,” I say, distracted.
As he walks away, I don’t miss his eye roll. But I don’t mind it either.
I will admit to being a womanizer, to the point of excluding anything that even looks like it might be too much like a relationship. It’s fun and sexy, being the hot former sailor that girls can have… temporarily.
And if a girl I take to bed gets ideas about locking me down, I can just shrug and say I live all the way across the country. All in all, I think it’s a winning strategy.
A few more girls come out onto the deck, making me all the more of a hunter chasing his prey. I pause to open another beer and then launch myself off the railing. The girls I have my eyes locked on look up at me, their smiles widening.
Striding over to them, I take a sip of my beer and smile. My smile works, because at least half of the drunk girls blush and titter.
“What are you ladies doing out here?” I ask. “You should all be in the living room, dancing with me.” I give them an appraising smile. “How many of you do you think I can handle at once?”
Heading toward the living room without another word, I know that most of them will follow. And I’m right, of course. Soon enough I am touching three of them as we grind, with three more eagerly awaiting their turn.
I’m no fool. I know I’m 6’3, ripped, and a handsome bastard on top of all that. I smile as I watch the girls try to decide what they are willing to do to be in my bed tonight.
I never push for it. I don’t have to. Things will always just fall into place for me.
A few minutes later I have two of the drunk girls kissing each other for me. What can I say? I love it.
I also can’t help that my eyes are drawn to yet another girl. This one is dark haired and she’s just standing with a friend. She’s turned away from me, but that’s alright. I don’t need to see her face to see how her hip is cocked and one hand is on her waist.
She seems sassy, which really gets me going. I love a good roll in the mud, especially when the girl who’s throwing it looks like that.
I let my gaze wander up and down her body. She’s wearing a minidress, emphasis on the mini. Her legs are a mile long. I smile, thinking of how good those legs would feel wrapped around me. How she would grip my shoulder with her elegant hands, shouting my name as I drive into her deep. She’s tall for a girl, slender all over. My guess would be that she’s on the young side, but I’m okay with that. As long as the girl is legal I don’t put up much of a fight.
I go for another sip of my beer, trying to pull my gaze away from that girl who won’t turn around. The beer can is empty.
I think this is the point at which I realize I’m drunk. Like, really drunk. If I don’t slow it down, I could end up passing out before I even touch a girl. Which would really be a crime, considering that I think I just found the girl of my dreams.
“OMG! Shots!” one of the girls I’m dancing with squeals.
“Shots!!” the other girls chorus.
Two shot glasses are pushed into my hands. Without really thinking about it, I slug them back. I wince as the shitty tequila burns its way down my throat.
That probably wasn’t a good idea when I already decided that I need to slow down, but what the hell.
Out of the corner of my eye, Hottie McTurnedAround shifts her stance. She faces me. I see the excitement on her pretty face two seconds before she hugs Grayson.
Oh, shit.
Blue eyes. Dark brows. A hint of pink in her cheeks that will glow like twin coals under the slightest provocation…
I was just eye fucking Olivia, Grayson’s little sister. Drunkenly, yeah. But still.
That is definitely not allowed. That is so not allowed that it’s crazy. What the fuck is wrong with me?
My eyes won’t leave her body, even though I know that I should be angry at myself. Grabbing a shot that a guy is handing out, I throw it back, wincing at the slow burn. Then I give myself