I thought of the shots with Reardon, the shots with Gabe and Zoey, the shots with Jazzy, Rena, and Laurel, and cursed my foolish self.
Feeling the weight of my bladder when I shifted, I gingerly stuck one foot out from beneath the covers, then scooted over until it touched the ground. Taking a deep bracing breath, I sat up, my hands falling to steady myself on the mattress as I willed the room to stop spinning.
I was about to push myself up and attempt to make it to the bathroom, when my hand slid and bumped into something solid.
Eyes flying open, I turned my head as quickly as I could without vomiting, and froze when I saw a long figure under the covers next to me, a tell-tale shock of blonde hair sticking out from the top.
My hand came up to cover my gasp, as my mind raced to catch up to the evidence that was before me.
What happened last night? I wondered as I eased myself off of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping Viking next to me.
When cool air hit my naked tush, I squeaked and looked down, horrified to find that although my pretty lavender bra was still in place, that it was the only piece of clothing on my body.
With one hand covering my mouth, and the other covering my vagina, I kept my eyes on his still form as I sidestepped away from the bed. When my foot touched something soft, I squatted to pick up Reardon’s discarded undershirt, and slipped it over my head. When my gaze landed on my lavender panties, I reached for them and slid them on, never taking my eyes off the bed as, mostly clothed, I snuck out of the room.
Not taking the time to think, feel, or rationalize, I moved purely on instinct and fled.
Once I got out the door and reached the driveway, I put my hands on my aching head and closed my eyes. Flashes came to me as I struggled to figure out what was going on.
My lips on his neck as he leaned against the wall of the barn.
His large hands running up the length of my thighs beneath my dress, my body quivering.Laughing and gasping as we ran to a waiting cab, barely able to keep our hands off each other on the ride home.
The way his salty skin tasted beneath my tongue, the hard ridges of his stomach clenching as he moaned.
Reardon’s blue eyes on mine as he moved inside me.
The sweet way he kissed my temple as I passed out on top of him.
“Oh my god,” I muttered, then, realizing I was outside, I looked around.
“Shit!” I exclaimed when I realized we were at my house.
Where the hell can I go?
Where is Chris?
I fought back nausea as the questions plagued me.
Zoey and Gabe didn’t leave until Tuesday, but still, last night was their wedding night. I couldn’t go to their place. Reardon was in my bed, so I couldn’t go back in there. Not yet, at least.
I couldn’t face him until I figured out what in the hell I was going to say to him.
A relieved sigh escaped me when I recalled Chris asking to sleep over at his grandparents’ house.
With no purse, keys, or shoes, I couldn’t exactly go anywhere, and the only person I knew in the neighborhood was Reardon.
“Fuck,” I said finally, realizing I had no other option but to be a grown up and go back into my house. Face the situation head on, rather than avoid it.
I tucked my chin to my chest as I pivoted back toward the house, then, once I had my bearing, I lifted my head and began to walk. I stopped short when I saw Reardon leaning against the door wearing his tuxedo pants undone and low on his hips, with a smile playing on his lips.
“I’m glad you decided to come back in,” he said softly, and I felt my cheeks redden at his perceptiveness.
My body was in a riot. Head pounding, stomach heaving, and heart skipping a couple beats.
God, he looked gorgeous, all rumpled from sleep, that satisfied expression on his face.
I walked past him into the house and headed straight for the coffee maker. Once a cup was brewing I turned to find him leaning against the countertop behind me.