Page 34 of Love Off Course

“Mmm?”

Damian cackles. “Well, at least tell me if it’s good. Is he hung? Does he taste delicious?”

Snapping out of my fantasy, I jerk my head to glower at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And I don’t know every shade of pleather pants ever made.” He snorts. “You can’t fool me. We’re besties now, Sherrie, so spill.”

“Sheridan,” I grumble, which only makes him laugh. “And I wasn’t thinking of sucking his dick.”

His grin grows wide and wolfish. “Bet you are now...”

Ugh. Damn him.

“I know I am,” Lawton complains. “I have to work with him. It’s best if I don’t have to actively think about his yummy dick.”

Oh, God. These two are insane.

“On a scale of average Joe to holy-shit-it’s-the-king-of-cocks, what do you think he is?” Damian taps at his ruby red painted lips with a rainbow fingernail. “I felt it and he’s totally packing a monster. But the king of all cocks? I’d need to inspect it closer.”

When he licks his lips, I roll my eyes at him. “You’re such a spaz.”

“Do you need someone to help take a look because I’ll volunteer if his girlfriend says no?” Lawton asks Damian, sending them both into a fit of laughter.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” I grumble, but neither of them listens.

The lights flicker and Kyle groans from the booth he’s sitting in with Estefania.

“Don’t take that tone with me, mister,” Damian calls to him. “You know the rules. I don’t make them, I just abide by them.”

“Damian, you totally made the rules. Like literally an hour ago.” I shake my head in exasperation when he waves me off.

“That was forever ago, honey, and I’ve had way too many shots to remember something so ancient.” He prances around pouring another shot of the cheap tequila that sort of grows on you into the five of our shot glasses. “Now drink. Every time the lights flicker, we drink.”

I suck down the third shot I’ve consumed this hour. Camilo has been making his rounds with Carson, talking to everyone while we slowly drink ourselves into a stupor. I’m thankful I have the alcohol because the hurricane is barreling our way and it stresses me out.

“Okay, girlfriends, I don’t know about you two, but I need to fix my makeup. Come on, girls.” Damian stands, clapping his hands at me. “Chop-chop.”

I laugh at his antics. Lawton just shakes his head as he slides from his chair and walks over to where Carson and Camilo are now standing. All three men absently pick food off a plate on the table as they talk. As Damian begs Estefania to go with us, I get caught staring at Eduardo. I don’t think he’s sat down the entire day. Just worked his ass off in the kitchen to feed everyone andfuss over them. My heart does a little squeeze in my chest. I’m not used to these squeezes. It’s uncomfortable.

Eduardo nods at me and I flash him a warm smile that’s probably fueled by the tequila. He straightens and beams at me, pride shining from him. Camilo arches a brow and smirks. I roll my eyes at him, trying not to think about how good he tasted when we kissed and follow after Damian and Estefania.

That kiss was incredible.

Hot and passionate and intense.

And wrong.

As soon as we’d pried ourselves apart, all I could think about was how I was ruining things with David. Had the hurricane never happened, I might very well have been in his hotel room at this exact minute.

I think back to when we had sex months ago. I’d been so sure it was the beginning of our future. Sure, it’d been lacking, but it was more than he’d ever offered me before. If I were in his room right now, would it have evolved into more? Could I have finally gotten his undivided attention?

I’m trying hard to recall his kisses. I know he tasted familiar, though I can’t recall the exact flavor. All I know is it felt safe and warm.

Camilo’s kisses are terrifying and hot.

“Get in here,” Damian urges, tugging me into the tiny bathroom.

It’s a tight squeeze with the three of us. Estefania starts to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, which is contagious. Soon, the three of us are laughing until we’re crying.

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