Page 168 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

I smacked his shoulder.

He cackled.

We’d reached the bathroom, and he paused just outside the doors, listening to make sure we were alone. No one was around. Only crickets. Only the stars. Only the soft grass underfoot, compressing with our every step.

“You don’t need to worry about anything,” Alex tacked on as he pushed the door open. “I’ll take care of it all.” I trailed after him, the rest of the world cutoff as the door swung shut, enclosing us in the dark space.

Alex flipped the light switch on.

He pressed into my space, forcing me against the door with his body. Around me, he reached out to lock it, theclickit made sending sparks up and down my spine. The wood was solid supporting my back, cool, and yet I still felt feverish.

I bit my lip.

The thick, sticky heat of him made me feelsmall—but in a pleasant way. Protected. Like he’d use his bulk to keep the danger away, not harm me.

The communal bathroom was completely empty. Which was unsurprising. I was pretty sure by this point even the drunkest of the bachelor party were passed the fuck out. We were the only people awake aside from the bugs and critters?—

And fuck, I needed to not think about them if I was going to have a good time.

And I wanted to…have a good time, that is.

With Alex.

Here.

Alex’s grin was wicked as he yanked me away from the door. He flipped me so my back was to the showers, and with a hand on my chest, began to walk me backward toward them. My heart beat double-time. On his way past the sink he deposited our clothing. The lube slipped out of its hiding place in my pile, falling to the floor with a clatter.

Alex cocked his head to the side. His hand was still on my chest, holding me in place with a silent command. He removed it as he bent over, retrieving the bottle with a shake of his dark hair and a chuckle that made the hair on my arms stand on end.

When he held up the bottle of lube his eyes were dancing.

“Now, Georgie…” Alex clucked his tongue, “if I didn’tknowany better I’d think you invited me in here so you could have your wicked way with me.”

I flushed, but didn’t deny it.

I wasn’t innocent.

It didn’t feel right to go a whole day without touching him. Like something was fundamentally wrong. I felt safe enough with him to initiate sex—which was something I’d never done with Brendon.

He’d called the shots.

He’d decided when, where, how, and how long.

Christ—maybe Alex was right. I really needed to stop thinking about Brendon.

Alex blinked, watching my face with mild surprise. Maybe he’d expected me to contest the truth of his words, and when I hadn’t, he…fuck. An evil smirk curled his lips. “Really?” he said, moving again. He reached out, using his free hand to gently, but firmly, steer me backward into a shower stall. “Hownaughtyof you.”

Alex pressed me into the chilly tile of the back wall in the shower. His hand slid up my chest to my throat, gently holding me still.

“Alex,” I whined, annoyed that this was not at all going the way I’d expected it to.

“What?” Alex moved his hand from my neck to flick my ear. “Am I teasing you too much?” The sting made me jump, but made my dick twitch too. “You thought we’d come in here…you’d be all suave, pull out the lube, and seduce me?”

That was exactly what I’d thought would happen.

“It was a good plan,” I complained—though my ire was lessened by Alex’s delight. “And you ruined it.”

“You’re right,” Alex purred, lips skimming my jaw as his body moved to bracket mine. The tile was chilly against my damp t-shirt, forcing it to stick to my skin. He was the one who had been in the lake—and yet, he felt drier than I did. “That was mean of me. Should I let you try again?”

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