Chapter 8
Betsy
The furious look in Jeff’s eyes as he stared at us was something I’d never seen before. It both scared me and turned me on a little bit.
“Look, Jeff, we’re not doing anything wrong,” Jules said in her usual combative tone, but Jeff didn’t take his eyes off me.
“What’s going on here, Betsy?” He took a step closer to me. I stared right back at him and I could also feel Nick Campbell moving closer to me on my right, his hand still on the small of my back.
“Is there a problem, Officer?” Nick said in that slow drawl that all surfers seemed to have. Jeff gave him a look that would have made a lesser man flinch, but Nick didn’t look taken aback at all.
“Did you know that having open alcohol containers on the beach is a fineable offense?” Jeff was totally in police officer mode. I stared at his waist and saw his gun holster and wondered where his handcuffs were. My mind immediately went back to his comment from the night before. What sort of naughty things would he do with his handcuffs? I stared at him for a few seconds and my eyes went south toward his crotch. My face burned as I thought about the fact that I’d seen him naked yesterday. Oh, God, all I could see in my mind was his dick.
“We only have a few ciders,” Nick replied.
I looked over at him, surprised that he was the one talking. He’d literally joined our group only about ten minutes earlier and he hadn’t even taken a cider when we’d offered him one. I stared at his side profile, and I was surprised at how manly he looked compared to when we’d been in school. He had filled out nicely and had a deep olive tan that made his white-blond hair and blue eyes stand out even more. His face was rugged and scruffy, with a short beard growing in. He wasn’t exactly my type, but I hadn’t been able to avoid noticing the very obvious assessment he’d given me when he’d joined our group. He’d known who I was as soon as he’d walked out of the ocean with his surfboard.
His friend Chad had followed behind him and had seemed quite happy to flirt with Jules and Stella both. I had a feeling that he was hoping that he’d somehow end up in a threesome tonight. He was cute as well, with long, dark, floppy hair and toned body, but I could tell that neither girl was interested in him.
“Ciders have alcohol, do they not?” Jeff’s voice was unrelenting, and I could see Jules rolling her eyes.
“Give it up, Evian,” she answered, and then Nick stepped forward.
“Jefferson Evian, is that you?” he said as he reached his hand forward. “It’s me, Nick Campbell. How’s it going, old man?”
“Good.” Jeff didn’t shake his hand and Jules and I gave each other a quick look. “I’m going to need you guys to pour that alcohol out, please.”
“Wow.” Nick looked back at me and winked. “Who would have thought good ol’ Evian would have become such a tight-ass. You certainly weren’t worried about breaking any rules when you were getting your cock sucked after football games.”
You could hear the collective intake of gasps as Jules, Stella, and I waited for Jeff’s response. My face was burning, and I couldn’t look at Jeff’s face. I didn’t want to think about him getting blown by other women, especially not when it could also have happened just the night before.
“Nick, is that really inappropriate talk in front of ladies?” Jeff’s voice was angry, and I looked up into his eyes then.
“Are you really one to be talking about appropriate and inappropriate?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow at him. He looked taken aback for a few seconds and I smiled to myself. “We were drinking ciders, Jeff. Not straight gin from a bottle or anything that’s going to get us drunk and unruly. Can’t you let it go?”
“If I let this go, who’s to know what you’re going to want me to let go next time?” His lips were thin as he stared at me. “It’s a slippery slope. I’m a police officer, I have to uphold the law.”
“Gimme a break!” Jules burst out, and Nick chuckled.
“Please, Jeff?” I asked him, wondering what his problem was. He had caught Jules and I on the beach drinking wine many times before, and he’d never been an asshole like this.
“Let me talk to you privately for a moment.” He grabbed me by my elbow and led me closer to the water. “What the hell is going on here, Betsy?”
“What do you mean what’s going on? We’re hanging out drinking ciders.”
“With two strange men?” He glared down at me, his blue eyes glowing in the moonlight. It looked like he hadn’t shaved. As he stared at me, I thought about how much he resembled a werewolf, and I giggled. “What’s so funny?” He looked taken aback.
“Are you going to bite me?” I asked him, wanting to reach up and pull his face down and kiss him hard.
“Bite you? What?” He touched my forehead as if to check if I had a fever. “Are you high? Were you guys smoking weed or something?”
“No.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You just remind me of Jacob.”
“Who the fuck is Jacob?” he asked
