Page 15 of Thirst For Me
Humanity’s most useless emotion.
I stalk behind the bar, raise the lights and turn the music down low, and tell the staff, “Closing up.”
As they hurry to clear up tabs with other customers, I open Sierra’s tab and comp most of it. I print out the bill, leaving a couple of rounds on it so she won’t make a fuss. Something tells me if I comp the whole thing she’ll make a big deal out of it, and at this point she probably has no idea what’s actually supposed to be on it.
Abby charges Sierra’s credit card and gives it back to her, along with a big glass of water, interrupting her dance with Jace.
By then, the bar has cleared out except for the bachelorette party. While the rest of the girls pay up, Sierra checks her phone.
I take a seat with Evan as he finishes his beer, keeping an eye on her—and pondering what I’m going to do about her.
See her again when she’s sober, hopefully.
Jace is busy talking upBad InfluenceandRaging Divanow, probably trying to figure out if they’re into threesomes.
I can’t believe I let him dance with her.
My pulse is beating in my dick, making it hard to think straight. And those shots I downed are making it so much easier to undress her with my eyes.
That loose shirt that keeps sliding off her shoulder ... gone.
The stretchy yoga pants on that fantastic ass ... also gone.
Panties ... ripped off with my teeth.
That long, silken ponytail spilling down her naked back, bra ripped off and tossed to the floor as I slam my mouth down on hers ...
She drifts over to our table, and I stare.
“Excuse me,” she says politely, like we’re meeting for the first time and she didn’t just flatten her body against mine so tightly, I’m still fighting down the hard-on. “Do you know of anywhere in town I can get a room for tonight?”
This surprises me, and it takes me a moment to respond. “I thought you were staying at the Twisted Tree guesthouse.”
She looks confused.
“June Spencer’s guesthouse,” I clarify. “Isn’t the whole bachelorette party staying there?”
“Oh. Right.” She glances over her shoulder at the other girls. “I’m not with them.”
“You’re not?”
“I just met them tonight. Fun girls, but no.” She looks at me worriedly, twists her lip between her teeth. “I asked them where they’re staying tonight, but they said they’d booked all the rooms. It’s full.”
I consider that. “June’s guesthouse is the closest thing to a hotel around here. We have a couple of B&Bs, but those are full, too ...” I look to Evan to verify this.
“They book out in advance from May to October,” Evan tells her. “Including mine. Nearby towns, too. Every bed is full right now, leading up to Sunshine Fest. It’s a pretty big thing around here.”
Sierra frowns and sits down with us. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”
Okay,thatis interesting. The festival is a few weeks away.
So she’s not just here for two days?
“June Spencer said she’d provide lodging for me,” she says, poking at her phone. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her all day, but no luck.” She peers up at us. “I guess I’m stranded?”
Jesus. Leave it to June.
“Where was she putting you up, if not the guesthouse?” Evan asks her.
