“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he followed me into the kitchen and placed the dishes on the side of the sink. “You want me to help you wash up?”
“No, thanks.” I shook my head as I placed the glasses into the sink. “I’m not going to give every man in Canyon Beach a lap dance. Maybe only Nick.” I was pleased to see the scowl that crossed his face at my words.
“I will have to arrest you if I see that.”
“I’ll have to stop giving you free cupcakes if you arrest me.”
“I’ll have to tell Nanna that her co-owner isn’t treating the police force right.” He stepped closer to me, his blue eyes burning into mine. “I tell you, if you weren’t Nolan’s sister, I’d …” His words trailed off while I stood there hoping he was going to kiss me again.
“You’d what?” I prompted him to continue.
“Nothing.” He shook his head, leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek and pulled back. He handed me his hand and said. “So, let’s shake on this bet. May the best kisser win.”
“May the worst kisser not take it too hard.” I shook his hand and smiled. “Hopefully, they don’t kick you off the police force when you lose.”
“Yeah, hopefully.” He laughed. “Good night, Betsy.”
“Good night, Jeff.”
We walked toward my front door, side by side.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He opened the door and stepped outside. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead, he just shook his head and gave me a quick hug before walking away to his car. A part of me wanted to run after him and tell him to stay the night. I wanted to tell him that he should help me get ready for the kissing booth. I wanted to grab him and kiss him hard and show him exactly how good of a kisser I was, but instead, all I did was close the door behind him and lean back against it.
I closed my eyes and thought about the brief moment that his lips had been on mine and the way his bulge had poked into me. He’d been turned on by me and my subpar kiss. I grinned to myself at that. I’d turned him on enough to know that deep down, even if he didn’t want to admit it, Jefferson Evian fancied me, at least a little bit.
Chapter 5
Jeff
Idiot. What the fuck was I thinking challenging Betsy to a kissing contest? There was no way in hell that I wanted her pressing her soft, pliable lips against every Tom, Dick, and Harry in Canyon Beach. I got into my car stiffly, my cock hard and upset that it had to walk away from Betsy Montgomery once again. If she wasn’t the most beautiful and insufferable woman in town, then I didn’t know who was.
I started my car and drove home thinking about what I’d done. My stupid ego had made me bring up the idea of a kissing bet. I’d fully expected her to decline and tell me that she had no interest in Nick Campbell. But no, of course, she had to accept and then to proceed to tell me that Nick would appreciate her kisses. Which, of course, he would because why wouldn’t he?
I wanted to strangle Julia Gilbert. I was almost positive that it had been her idea for Betsy to be a part of the Bachelorette Auction. There was no way Betsy would have come up with something like this herself. Ever since we’d been little kids, Jules had been scheming and coming up with plans that got both her and Betsy into trouble. I had no idea what Nolan saw in her. Aside from her good looks, she was a completely immature human being. Though, if I was honest, I’d known since high school that Nolan had had a thing for Jules. The way he’d always tried to protect her and the umpteen times he had talked about her to anyone who would listen. He would always come up with ways to somehow be around her, and, of course, I had followed because he was my best friend and because wherever Julia was, Betsy was not far behind. Betsy, with her long blond hair and her big blue eyes that were always smiling and happy. She had an impish smile and the cutest dimple in her right cheek that made my heart warm when I saw her. And as she’d grown older, her body had developed into something that was surely an object of desire for every man, with her perfectly round breasts. I was pretty sure she was a 36C, a handful that I would love to play with. And she had an ass that was made for bouncing on my cock.
I groaned as I pulled into my driveway. I was going to make myself crazy. I had to stop thinking of her this way. Betsy was Nolan’s sister, and Nolan would kill me if I fucked his sister. Shit! I was in over my head and I knew I needed to bang one out before bed. I headed up to my apartment and went directly to the bar in my living room and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler. I poured a very generous triple shot into the glass and drank it quickly. Probably not the best idea on an empty stomach, but I needed the alcohol to try and get my mind off Betsy. Of course, it didn’t work. It just made me think of her more. Boy, did she have a banging body. I felt myself growing hard again, so I made my way to the shower.
I quickly pulled off my clothes and turned on the water, stepping in and letting the water cascade down on me. I grabbed my cock and moved my hand up and down, closing my eyes as I leaned back against the wall and
