Page 22 of Wrecked
I didn't have to look to know that Logan was wearing a way-too-smug grin on his face. "If memory serves, you told me to piss off."
A hearty laugh filled the air before his palm connected with my back. "Why don't you just go talk to her instead of ogling her like a pervert?"
That was an excellent question, I thought to myself while I toyed with the label on the beer bottle. After Eli and Chase had called it a night, over an hour ago, I'd moved to the bar with the intent of heading home. I could get the same buzz there without having to look at Kenzie the whole damn time. Having her so close to me filled my mind with visions I didn't want there.
Her body pressed against mine; my fingers tangled in her hair, my lips on her skin, my—
I clenched my jaw in irritation. This was her fault. Why did she have to come to my town looking all sorts of sexy when my heart hadn't even begun to recover?
"Brett?" Logan's voice interrupted my musings. The slight edge to his tone had me wondering if he'd been talking to me for a while.
With a lot of effort, I tore my eyes away from where Kenzie was chatting with Harper and Lizzy. "What?"
The smug bastard laughed again before he shook his head, "There is no hope for you, man. No hope." His shaking shoulders disappeared into the crowd, and even though I knew he couldn't see it, I still glared at him.
My gaze flitted back to the girls just in time to see Lizzy select a new song on the jukebox. A familiar rock-and-roll tune filtered through the wall mounted speakers, and I just hoped Kenzie would keep her ass planted on the chair.
The last time I'd seen her move, we hadn't even made it home before I'd had her out of her clothes and under me—or rather on top of me...in the front seat of my car. My lips twitched at the memory.
Kenzie pushed to her feet, I swallowed hard. A smile filled with pure happiness or maybe alcohol spread across her lips, and she nodded furiously.Oh, boy.It started out as a subtle sway of her hips as she made her way to Lizzy and Harper. The three women formed a little circle, and the hip-swaying kicked up a notch.
I couldn't tear my eyes off of Kenzie even if I tried. Both her arms reached for the sky while her swaying hips looked more sensual by the minute. Transferring my weight from one foot to the other, I swallowed down what was left of my drink.
Images of us moving like that together flashed in my mind. I imagined sliding in behind her and splaying my fingers across her abdomen, pressing her back to my front. Not even space for a breath between us. My hand on her hip and my mouth nipping at her neck. I could already hear the needy moans blowing over her lips.
I licked my lips and…something was wrong. Kenzie wobbled and spread her arms wide, like someone trying to regain their balance. Lizzy grabbed one of her arms and said something to which Kenzie shook her head. The concerned look on Lizzy and Harper's faces caused me to stand up straighter.
Harper motioned to Logan who was seated at the table, he pushed to his feet. I frowned, I hadn't meant to, but I'd kept track of Kenzie's drinks. I could be wrong, but I didn't think three drinks were enough to render someone drunk. And yet as she stumbled off to the ladies, she looked exactly that.
"Looks like the city girl can't handle her drink." The cheeriness in Lola's tone gave me pause. We'd had a misunderstanding earlier in the evening when I'd told her that I didn't think we should sleep together anymore. I was afraid that Logan was right and that she'd eventually want more. I didn't have anything to offer a woman.
The'No Vacancy'sign above my heart was lit up in bright flashing lights.
She didn't seem like the petty kind, but then again, the only thing I knew about her was how she looked without clothes. Lizzy came to Kenzie's side, and once they disappeared into the bathroom, I turned to Lola.
"What did you do?"
"Me?" She batted her eyelashes in a very over the top way. "I simply showed her some Southern hospitality."
I clenched my jaw so tight, pain shot to my ears. Instead of fantasizing about all the things I'd wanted to do to Kenzie, I should've noticed something was off when Lola kept bringing drinks. Biting my tongue, I gave the woman in front of me a hard stare when what I really wanted to do was shake her and ask what the hell was wrong with her.
Angry with myself and disappointed in Lola, I pushed off the bar and headed to the back. Logan already stood beside the ladies' room door. "Harper in there, too?" I propped my shoulder against the wall.
He nodded, "The girls are tending to her, she doesn't look too good, man."
My glare automatically snapped to Lola who was serving a customer. "Lola's been spiking her drinks," I aimed my stare at Logan. "And before you say'I told you so'or some shit like that, I'm telling you, now is not the time."
Logan shook his head, "What can we do?"
A sigh blew over my lips, and I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them again, the door was my sole focus. "I'm not taking her to the guesthouse tonight. She can sleep it off at my place."
"You sure?"
It probably wasn't the best idea, but it didn't matter how angry I was with Kenzie, there was no way I would leave her in that state by herself. "Positive."
A minute later, the women emerged; Kenzie looked a little worse for wear. Her skin was pale and her long strands stuck to her cheeks. I stepped forward and took over for Lizzy and Harper who were holding her upright.
I threw her limp arm over my shoulder and wrapped mine around her waist. "Wh-what are you doing?" she mumbled.
