“I’m yours for the rest of the night.” She gives me that slow smile that drives me wild.
I pull her close to me and cup her face. “Well, I have a few things planned upstairs. I plan on us getting drunk and eating lots of desserts and carbs. And having lots of mind-blowing sex. Other than that, we’re going to do whatever you want.”
“Can we start with a shower?” Her eyes are dancing, and I know she doesn’t mean she wants to get clean.
Two hours, one steamy shower and some pretty fucking awesome sex later, we’re sharing room service chocolate mousse and raiding the mini bar. “Any ideas on what you want to do tonight? You know the city better than I do, and as long as we end up here in my bed, I’ll do anything you want to do.”
I still haven’t broached the subject of seeing each other once we get back to Seattle. I want to keep tonight light. There’s already a little tension between us. A small part of us trying to make the most of the time we have here.
“I do have an idea.” She crawls onto my lap and feeds me a spoonful of mousse. “But we may need our walking shoes.”
“I’m listening.” I narrow my eyes. Everywhere we’ve gone this week we’ve walked. Why would tonight be any different?
“I think we should do a crawl.” She quickly makes herself comfortable on my lap, brushing her body against my cock. “Just around this one block.”
“Like a pub crawl.” Sure, there are few bars on this block, mostly in the hotel space, but it won’t take much time to cover them all.
She shakes her head. “An everything crawl. We stop off at every place on this block and try what they have to offer. At least one dish and one drink or one activity from each establishment on the block.”
I laugh. It’s novel, and different, and so Angela. “Sure, I can do that. Is that all?”
“Actually, I want to amend the one drink rule.” She looks up with mock seriousness. “I don’t want to get drunk alone.”
“I’ll drink with you. That was never a question.”
She shakes her head. “I know you’ll drink with me. I said I don’t want to get drunk alone. Look at the size of you compared to me. If we match each other drink for drink, I’ll be almost plastered, and you’ll have a light buzz. I want you to get drunk too.”
She has a point. There’s no way I could get that drunk if we both drink the same amount. “What do you have in mind?”
“You should drink double what I do.” She’s adorable when she’s trying to pretend to be serious. “For every drink I have, you need to have two.”
It seems like a fair compromise. She wants us both drunk, I can do that. “Sure. I’ll do double the amount of shots you do. I’ll have two whiskeys to every cocktail you have.”
“And you’ll try everything with me.”
I push a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course, we’re supposed to enjoy tonight together.”
She nods. “I’m not sure I want it to be over.”
I know the feeling. “Let’s enjoy our everything crawl tonight. And we can talk about that while we’re nursing our hangovers in the morning.”
“Oh, something to look forward to.”
Chapter 7
Justin
There should be a law against phones so early in the morning. I pull the pillow over my head and try to ignore my phone. Eventually it comes to stop, only to start up a few seconds later.
A kick to my calf gets my attention. “Justin make it stop.”
I lift the pillow and open one eye. Angela is laying in a similar position, with her hands over her ears. I fumble around for a bit and find my phone. I check the caller ID and swipe the green button.
I close my eyes and drop my forearm over my face. “Michael, this better be good.”
“What the fuck were you thinking? I trusted you and you did this…” I don’t catch what he says after that because I move the phone away from my ear.
After several moments I listen again. “… And you better fix this.”
“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But please could you make less noise.” I really don’t want to hang up on him while his sister is naked next to me in bed. He’s mad about something and he’s letting me know.
“Who’s on the phone?” Angela’s voice is raspy, and she grabs her phone
“Your brother. He’s mad about something.”
“Mad? You bet I’m mad.” Michael was still shouting. “Did you marry her just to get into her pants?”
Wait, what? “What did you just say?”
“Oh my God.” Angela is staring at her hand, her left hand. The one with the fucking awesome diamond ring sitting on her ring finger. “What did we do?”
My entire body freezes. I’m alert, my headache becomes a low priority. “Michael, I’m going to have to call you back.”
I disconnect the call before he can reply. Memories of the night before comes flooding back. Double tequila shots. There was chocolate ice cream somewhere in the mix. The wedding chapel. Both of us are determined to sample everything on the block. Getting married was a no-brainer. We had more trouble deciding if we wanted to try the Thai restaurant after all the drinks we’d been doing. A minister, that was not Elvis. Two strangers as our witnesses, and then doing the same for them. Angela taking selfies, wanting to share the good news.
I check the camera roll on my phone. I didn’t take any photos. I go through my recent text messages. “I didn’t send out any photos.”
“Don’t worry,” Angela says, as she scrolls through her phone. “I had that covered. I sent it to all
