“Fuck you both.” I turn back for the fridge and grab two more waters, certain Rich will want one. We walk outside and I close the door, pausing on the porch when I hear someone laughing on Jenny’s side of the cabin. It’s a girl but it can’t be Jenny. The laugh is loud and real. It’s the kind of laugh that brings a smile to anyone who’s nearby. Infectious and fun.
But when we round the corner, I’m stunned to see it’s her. Jenny’s eyes meet mine as a warm wind blows by at exactly the right time. She’s sitting on the railing of her porch with a wide beam spread across her bright-red glossy lips. The wind catches her hair and lifts it, toying with the heavy locks that are styled in soft waves. I stop walking and stare.
She’s gorgeous and so altered from two hours ago when she was destroying us like a toon in a video game with that goth getup. Now she’s lighter and sexy. Her eyes squint a bit when she laughs again, and before I realize it, I’m grinning like an idiot at her.
I try not to stagger or drop the water as we walk closer. If my dick wasn’t broken, it’d be saluting her.
“Oh hey, guys. You going over to the fire now too?” Jenny asks as she stands and I suck my inhale a little loud, mesmerized by the amount of pale creamy skin showing. Her legs go on for days, revealed by the short, flowy black skirt she’s wearing with huge black heels making her taller than Rich by inches. Her hair is around her shoulders and arms which are also bare. She has on a sleeveless cream-colored blouse that’s ruffled around her chest, adding emphasis to a spot she doesn’t need added to.
“Fuck me,” Brady mutters then speaks louder, “Yeah, you wanna ride over with us?”
“Sure.” She stares at us and the cart. “Is there enough room?”
“Rich can sit in my lap.” Brady nudges Carson who glares.
Jenny ignores him as her eyes dart across the path to the brunette’s cabin.
If I had to guess, the brunette hasn’t come out since Cap returned from paintball this afternoon and now Jenny is solo with us. An uncomfortable position being around strangers who all know each other too well. Though looking at her now, I assume the tension is melting away. Shooting everyone in the face must have helped.
“Why don’t you sit up front with Lawrence? He can drive since it’s his cart. The three of us can figure it out in the back,” Rich says, as always the gentleman amongst us and likely wanting to suggest something before Brady offered her the comfy position of sitting on our laps in the back.
“Okay.” She smiles wide and my poor wounded dick does twitch. Her outfit and the red hair is making me think of cherries and cream, and oddly I’m overcome with the need to eat her up, suggesting she might be the cure to my post playoff slump.
I’m imagining how she smells and feels when Brady offers me an elbow in the ribs and whispers, “If you don’t fuck her, I will.”
“Liar.” I scoff, knowing he’s full of shit, but also that Jenny would never sleep with someone like him. She isn’t one of his typical puck bunnies and definitely not a Clinton kind of girl. She’s got a girl-next-door vibe to her like Nat has, but more confident and mean. Like a combination of Sami and Nat and Lara Croft.
She climbs into the four-seater cart with Rich’s help. “Milady.”
“Thank you.” She settles her skirt and sits.
I’m tense when I climb in, awkward around her now that I do kinda want to see that pale skin flush with sweat and color.
Holy fuck.
I need to get it together and stop being weird. Unfortunately, a mouthwatering scent hits me when I climb into the driver’s seat. It’s just as I expected, fleshy black cherries, juicy and sweet. There’s something else and whatever it is, it’s drawing me in. And I’m not the only one who notices it.
Carson leans in, smelling her delicately. “What is that?” he asks.
“Tom Ford, right?” Rich answers. “I’ve smelled it before but not on a person. How did you get it? It’s not even available to the public yet.”
“It is Tom Ford. Lost Cherry, comes out next year.” She spins around to face the back seat. “My brother got an early bottle for me. That’s creepy and impressive.”
Rich shrugs. “What can I say, I know my lady perfumes.”
“You mean you like wearing lady perfumes,” Carson jokes.
“You’re not an easy man to please, Carson, but I do what I can,” Rich comes back flatly.
Brady and I laugh at Carson.
Jenny turns back and gives me a look, wrinkling her nose a little. “My perfume’s not too strong, is it?” she asks quietly as if suddenly we’re girlfriends.
“No,” I manage to say while worrying I look as constipated as I feel. But the smell of her has gotten into my head and I’m fairly sure I’m high.
“You can tell me if it is. I’ll go scrub a little off.” She nods her head at the cottage, her gray eyes dazzling me. I thought they were green, but up close they’re totally gray and framed by thick black lashes. Her lush lips lift. “Lawrence?”
“Sorry, no. It’s fine.” I start the cart and drive us away from the cottages, heading back for the pavilion where a fire has been set up for drinks and s’mores. “Which way is it again?” I’m actually high and fighting getting hard.
“The pavilion is that way. Dude.” Brady slaps me on the shoulder, squeezing too hard. “You still a little punch drunk there, buds?”
“Yup,” I lie. “Getting shot in the face point-blank must have rattled my brains.” I try to be cool and glance in her direction. But that’s not it. I’m drunk on the shiny gloss and
