With Every Heartbeat (Forbidden Men #4)(76)

“I thought you didn’t have girls for friends,” she uttered as if in a daze.

“Well, I’m making an exception for you.” I led her straight up to the bar, where we’d be closer to the alcohol, and I got her rip-roaring drunk.

She tried to find Quinn in the crowd with her gaze, but his slut girlfriend was still dry-humping him, so I turned Blondie’s attention back to me before she could spot him.

Half an hour later, I had her back in the employee bathroom, bent over the toilet as I held her hair back and she emptied her stomach.

“Okay, that one was gross,” I admitted.

“S-sorry,” she sobbed, just before her stomach rebelled again.

“Don’t apologize. Just get it all up.”

So, she did. She spent the next five minutes spewing everything out of her system.

And this was actually one of the better dates I’d ever been on.

Reason number one why I didn’t bother to date. Dating sucked ass.

Fuck ’em and move on, I always said...and was probably going to keep saying, especially since the one girl I might’ve made an exception for was utterly forbidden to me.

“Thank you,” Blondie said, glancing at me from wet, bloodshot eyes. “You...you’re really not that bad of a guy after all.”

I groaned and shifted my eyes toward the ceiling. “Yeah, just...promise to never tell anyone that. I have a reputation as a douchebag to uphold.”

“I promise,” she told me seriously.

I grinned and shook my head. “You about ready to get off the floor yet?”

She nodded but didn’t move.

“Up and at ’em, Blondie.” I stood and reached down for her arm.

And that’s when Gamble appeared in the doorway.

“What’s going on?” he asked suspiciously.

I glanced at Blondie and then the toilet. “What’s it look like is going on?”

Gam just kept watching as I helped Blondie stand and then held her arm as we made our way into the lounge where I assisted her to the couch, where she slumped down ungracefully.

“I saw you two head back this way almost half an hour ago.” Gam sent me a stern glance.

I rolled my eyes. “Well, sorry, but you’re not going to catch us doing anything indecent. I tend to wait until after the drunk chick empties her stomach before I start taking advantage of her. Jesus, man. Really?”

“I’m just saying...she’s Caroline’s friend. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to her.”

I knew damn good and well whose friend she was. “Well, as you can see, she’s fine. All her clothes are on, lipstick isn’t smeared, virginity intact. Okay, dad?”

Gam just scowled at me. “You don’t have to be a prick about it.”

Sighing, I rubbed my face. “Where’s Ham? We rode here with him tonight. Is he about ready to go or what?”

With a snort, Gamble shook his head. “I think he’s too busy practically screwing his woman on the dance floor to realize what time it is.”

Hearing that, Blondie curled into a ball on the couch and proceeded to sob.

I seared my buddy with a glare. “Way to go, *.”

“What?” He gaped at Blondie as if she was some kind of alien. “What did I say?”

“Just...” I waved him away. “Go tell Ham we’re ready to leave now, will you?”





I woke with the headache from hell splitting through the center of my cranium. A whimper later, I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched my temples, wishing to be put out of my misery.

“Morning, lover,” a voice cooed in my ear and a hand slid up my bare thigh. Cora rubbed against me, her naked breasts crushing my bicep. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

I tried to unstick my dried tongue from the roof of my mouth. “What...what time is it?”

“Too late for you to make pancakes, but that’s okay.” Five very greedy fingers curled around my morning wood. “I’d rather have sausage anyway.”

My eyes nearly crossed as the pain in my head mixed with the pleasure spreading from my groin.

“You were so amazing last night,” Cora murmured in my ear just before she nipped the lobe with her teeth. “Do you remember how awesome it was?”

No.

I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to remember last night at all. But I came up with a big blank nothing. Why couldn’t I remember what had happened?

“Best night of my entire life.” My girlfriend moaned as she pumped me a little faster.

I reached out and caught her around the waist, discovering she was as naked as I was. She mewed when I slid my hand over her bottom. Then I urged her to slide on top of me, and she was more than willing to climb onto my lap.

Cora found a condom and was sliding it into place before I could even go searching for one myself. And then she was lowering herself onto me.

Twenty minutes later, we were both still panting, she was sprawled against my chest, too bonelessly weary to move, and I still couldn’t remember a single detail from the night before.

“Okay,” I finally admitted. “I don’t remember last night at all.”

I began to rub her back, hoping she didn’t get upset because whatever had happened last night had set her off this morning until she’d been chanting how much she loved me just five minutes ago when she’d come...for the second time.