Erin shrugged. “He’s okay, I guess. But… Taft? That’s his name?” A blush spread across her cheeks. “I bet that baby face of his gets all the girls.”
“I’d say you might have a shot,” Holly offered.
“You didn’t… I mean, I thought…” I sputtered like an idiot.
“What?” Erin asked.
“I thought you and Kennedy… that night.”
She flushed hotter. “What night? Oh, you mean when you all came here a few weeks ago? God, no. He winked at me, but I saw him wink at Callie, the bartender, too. I’m sure he’s a nice guy and all, but I want a guy who’s all in with me. Who only has eyes for me.”
“Awwww,” Megan said, reaching out and taking Erin’s hand. “You’ll find the guy. And if it’s Taft, you’re going to be one lucky woman.”
Erin left after that to get our pitcher of beer and to tend to her other tables.
Kennedy hadn’t slept with Erin? Why hadn’t he said anything? Why had he let me think that? Was he trying to make me believe he slept around?
Had he been trying to–my mind nearly exploded–make me jealous?
I wasn’t jealous. I was angry. Annoyed, too.
Whatever it was he was up to–or not up to with Erin–I was going to get the truth.
CHAPTERTEN
KENNEDY
I sprawledon my bed debating whether it was wrong to jack off to thoughts of Quincy while she was still out on the town. I didn’t like her being out without me because if Lee was sniffing around her, other guys would, too. She was too fucking gorgeous to be ignored. I was being a good boy, so I didn’t follow to cock block her on her girls’ night.
Again.
I may or may not have pumped Indi for intel before they left to ensure Landers wasn’t invited, though. I might have gotten away with it once, but the guy wasn’t stupid. He’d be sure she didn’t get away from him again.
From Indi’s intel, it sounded like it truly was a girls’ night, so I stayed in the bunkhouse, trying not to think about the way Quincy looked in that hip-hugging jean skirt she left in. I’d already beat one off in the shower, and now, as I lounged with the towel still wrapped around my waist, I still felt unsatisfied.
This was how it had been every day since Qatar. Yeah, that long. I just couldn’t settle for anything but Quincy. Since I’d had a taste and feel of her again a few weeks ago, my need for her was worse than ever. God, that had been hot and wild. She’d been uninhibited and greedy, and I’d loved every fucking second of it. Except when she’d fixed her dress and left.
I was just about to give in to the urge to rub one out again when my door burst open, and the woman I’d been fantasizing about stood there in all her glory. White tank top, jean skirt, sandals with straps that went around her tanned ankles. Too much skin showed, and I wanted to touch and taste every inch of her.
“You didn’t screw the redhead.” She said it in an accusing voice like it pissed her off.
She didn’t move into the room, just stood there backlit by the light from the main room.
I sat up. “Sorry?”
Her gaze traveled down my bare torso to my towel-covered lap.“Oh.”
My cock twitched in salute, and there was no missing the way it tented the terry cloth.
“Come in, sweets. You’re not interrupting a thing.” I turned on the charm.
She took a step in and angled the door shut behind her, but not all the way. She was leaving herself an out.
“You didn’t screw the redhead.” Her gaze darted to my lap again.
She definitely wanted another ride.
“That upsets you? That I didn’t sleep with a woman?” Mrs. L’s words flashed in my mind. I was more confused than ever.