It’s day three and already I’m questioning what the fuck is going on. How did I get myself in this situation?
“You’re tense. Do you need another drink?” Her whispered words in my ear are not helping.
My dick is already painfully hard in my pants, but feeling her breath against my ear and neck makes it twitch.
She’s right. I’m tense and it’s all her fault.
If she hadn’t given me those wide eyes before, I would have dragged her ass all the way back to the room as soon as I felt those panties in my pocket. Yet, I can’t deny her anything she wants.
If only she knew how much of a goner I was for her, she could rule my world.
So many women have dreamed of being in her position yet she’s the one woman who would never want to be there.
Is this trip a turning point for us?
When I put all of this in motion, I only anticipated her tolerating me for the trip and wedding. The way she’s acting now, maybe this could be more. Maybe I can show her that we could do this for real.
Swallowing hard, I lean down into her, pressing a kiss against her cheek. “Fine. I have a lot on my mind.”
She smirks up at me before brushing her hand against the front of my pants.
“We both know all your blood is only in one head. Don’t act like you can think straight right now.”
I don’t respond, my body already reacting to her touch. She has me so worked up, I could be panting and wouldn’t even register the noise.
“So, Candice, darling. You’ve been sitting there with the frat boy for about forty minutes now. I’ve watched as he attempted to claw his way into your good graces. Want to tell us if his pawing has worked?”
I vaguely register the comedian’s words as my body finally calms down.
“He has a lot more work to do if he wants inside these panties, Rob.”
Everyone chuckles.
“Well, darling. If you’d like to see a real package, I see several men in the audience who would be more than willing to give you a shot.”
At his words, several male voices call out to her.
Barrett stands, looking like he is about to blow.
“She’s coming back to my room with me. None of you are better than me.”
When he reaches down, trying to pull Candice up with him. She pulls away from him, crossing her arms.
“Whoa. Looks like we might have made things awkward. Hope you have your own room, sweetheart,” the comedian tells Candice.
She nods, making Barrett curse.
Then he stomps off.
He’s heading right toward us, making me pull Katie closer to me. I don’t want him to see us. I know he will say something dumb.
Instead of walking right by, Katie calls out to him.
“Looks like you picked yourself a winner, Barrett. Wonder who she will end up with tonight?”
He turns, glaring over his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything though. He keeps walking.
It doesn’t take long for the comedian to finish up, but I don’t miss the way he hangs around waiting to talk to Candice.
