The bed is empty, so I get up and stumble out of the room. It takes me a moment to get my legs in working order, but after I’m able to stand I find my shoes and my purse on the porch of the small guest house.
I fish out my cell phone and see I have a bunch of missed texts. My mouth falls open when I see Nikki texted me she isn’t coming home tonight. She must have found her one—that’s the only reason she wouldn’t be coming home. I smile because I’m happy for her, but when I turn and look at the empty guest house I’m sad because I thought I did, too. I put my bag over my shoulder and go in search of my car.
My heart feels heavy as I make the walk and I wonder if this is what a one-night stand feels like. We hadn’t gotten to the sex part because I passed out on him. I groan when I realize all of it had been about me. I never once tried to return the favor and just went to sleep afterwards. No wonder he took off.
I try and shake off the tears that threaten to fall as I hear the wedding still going on inside. It’s probably now the afterparty, and for half a second I debate going in search of Hank. Shyness takes hold and I think that if Hank wanted something more, he wouldn’t have left me.
If I learned one thing about Hank in the short time I was with him, it’s that he takes what he wants. Me being alone in that bed rang loud and clear. I wasn’t worth taking.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl low as I leave the guest house and go in search of my cousin Dean.
“I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t serious.” His tone is somber on the other end of the phone and I can almost feel the tension coming through the other side.
I just got finished eating the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had in my goddamn life and my dick is ready to build a fucking house it’s so hard. Sugar passed out after the second and then third orgasm hit her back to back. I tucked the blanket around her and was just about to crawl in bed next to her to sleep when I heard my phone vibrate.
At first I ignored it, but then it kept going and going and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I was thinking it might be my brother with another catastrophe, but when I saw my cousin’s name on the screen I sat up in bed.
The last time I saw him he was with Sugar’s friend Nikki and they looked to be getting along just fine. I’m dying to get back to Sugar because I don’t want her to wake up without me. But like Dean said, he wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t an emergency.
He instructs me to go back into the reception, which I can hear is still going strong. A lot of the crowd has dwindled down, but most of our close friends and family are staying in the hotel. There’s nowhere else to go, so they’re partying the night away.
I skirt the edge of the party so no one will see me and try to call me into the mix. I just want to help him with whatever the fuck he needs me to do and then get back to Sugar.
When I get to the back I see the stairs he was talking about and I take them two at a time. At the end of the hall there’s a door marked storage and I knock lightly against it.
“Come in.” I hear Dean’s tense voice from the other side of the door and I slowly open it.
When I walk in, it takes me a second to understand what’s in front of me and instinctively I close the door behind me as I stand there in shock. “What the…?”
“Okay, so let’s just get the awkwardness out of the way,” Dean says. “Nikki, this is my cousin Hank.” He nods his head in my direction. “Hank, this is my girl, Nikki.”
“Oh, don’t you even think about it. I’m most certainly not your girl.” She scowls but makes no move to get away from him.
The two of them are on the floor of the storage closet. There’s an old blanket thrown over her, but Dean is clearly naked and looks to be in the middle of fucking her.
“Listen, cousin, I appreciate the call, but this is not my scene.” I hold up my hands and they both shoot me death glares.
“Really, Hank? You think I called you for a three-way?”
“Explain to me what the hell is going on,” I say as I try to look away from Dean’s naked ass.