I looked in the mirror again. I still looked mortified. Wet and mortified.
I’d never thrown myself at a man before, let alone two. Two! Who went after two men? I’d behaved like a lunatic. Like a sex-crazed… no, sex-deprived lunatic.
I could see them in my mind as they’d watched. The way their gazes were squarely fixed on me, barely moving as if, if they did, I might stop. I’d even seen the thick bulges of their dicks in their pants. I remembered what Mac’s looked like, wondered how it fit inside his jeans when it was hard like that. They’d wanted me. Even a virgin could figure that one out.
Vodka was not my friend. Wait. I’d wanted Mac and Hardin before I’d started drinking. I still wanted both of them, but there was no doubt they were done with me.
I just had to get them to take me to work and, once my tire was fixed, to drop it off in the lot and leave my keys with the hospital information desk. I’d pay for Mac’s services by credit card—over the phone.
And I’d never see them again.
I sighed, knowing I was being mean. They’d been nothing but kind. Some guys would have taken advantage. They hadn’t. Hardin had even given me a glass of water and ordered me to drink it all. Because of hydrating, I wasn’t the least bit hungover.
I’d faced medical boards, review boards, done rounds with the most ruthless of senior staff. I could face a walk of shame in front of two Montana men.
It was so unfair, a walk of shame without the sex!
I went out into the living room, the scent of coffee stronger.
“Morning,” Mac said, coming out of the kitchen.
I stopped in my tracks, looked down at the wood floor, then cowgirled up and met his dark gaze. He had on a black T-shirt and jeans, socks on his feet. Had I been so drunk I hadn’t remembered him sleeping in bed with me or getting clothes from his closet?
“Hi,” I murmured. I looked around for Hardin. He was so big; it wasn’t like he could hide behind a plant.
As if reading my mind, he said, “Hardin went home after you fell asleep. Was supposed to meet his brother for breakfast at the diner.”
I nodded, but I was disappointed he wasn’t here. No matter how shamefaced I felt, I wanted to see him again. I felt silly thinking he’d stay the night at Mac’s house. He had his own… somewhere. And he had a life. Plans. Clearly a brother. These new feelings made me realize how quickly I’d fallen for him. How was that even possible?
“Coffee?” Mac asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Please,” I replied.
He turned and went into the kitchen. I followed, stopped inside the doorway. He faced the coffee maker.
“Mac, I’m, um… I’m sorry for how I behaved last night.”
He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes at first on mine, then raked down my body. “I’m not.”
“But I threw myself at you.” I closed my eyes. “And Hardin.”
I heard him laugh, and I looked to him in confusion. “Sweetheart, every guy wants a woman to throw herself at him. It’s good for the ego. Trust me, Hardin’s not the least bit sorry either.” He went to the fridge.
“I did so much more than that.”
“You sure the fuck did.”
I groaned. “I’m never like that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Since you’re a virgin, that’s not surprising. Milk?”
“Black,” I replied.
He handed me the steaming mug. I took a sip, then another. I was used to sludgy hospital coffee, but this was delicious. “How can you be so calm about it?”
His dark brow winged up, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The kitchen wasn’t big, but spotless with granite counters and stainless appliances. A few pictures were on the side of the fridge, but I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t, not with Mac eyeing me so intensely. “You think I’m calm? I had to watch you lie in my bed—my bed—and play with your pussy until you came. So hard, it seems, that you passed out.”
“Mac, don’t remind me.”