Part 6 (2/2)
We all did a shot before heading to Linc's party, toasting to a night we'll never forget, or if we have enough alcohol in our systems, a night we'll never remember.
For me, I hope I never forget tonight, because s.e.x not once, but twice with Ashlynn was the best f.u.c.k of my life. Her p.u.s.s.y felt like home, and my d.i.c.k is already homesick and begging to be buried deep inside her again.
With my hand resting on her a.s.s, which looks just as good without her teeny, tiny bikini on, I walk down the beach towards Linc's place. She's snuggled into my side while talking with her friends about some concert they're going to before heading back to Georgia. I try to eavesdrop on their conversation, because the thought of her at a concert without me around tons of guys has me seeing red, but Parker won't stop flapping his f.u.c.king gums in my ear.
I've never been jealous in my life. Usually, the idea of another guy sweeping a girl I just banged off her feet thrills me. It makes the job of cutting her loose that much easier. But right now, the thought of Ashlynn spending her last night in Myrtle Beach with another guy is p.i.s.sing me off.
”Bro! Did you hear me?” Parker asks, snapping his finger in front of my face.
”What? No, sorry, what did you say?”
”I asked if you wanted to get some of our buddies together this week for some deep sea fis.h.i.+ng, followed by a good ol' game of Texas Hold em?”
Running my hand over my head, I force myself to ignore the chick conversation going on beside me and listen to Parker. ”Oh yeah, I'm down. Just let me know the day we all agree on and I'll run to the store to get all the necessities for poker night.”
Linc's house comes into view just as we spot a beach full of people playing an intense game of volleyball. Ashlynn spins and looks up at me with a playful grin stretched across her gorgeous face. ”Can we play?”
”Sure, but first I need a few beers to loosen me up.”
We all head to the makes.h.i.+ft bar, grab our drinks, and then find a seat by the bonfire. Ashlynn sits on my lap, sips on her sweet tea and whiskey, and watches the volleyball game going on. Becca and Parker are making out in an Adirondack chair across from us, and Tamara and Nikki are with Vance and Reagan getting stuff to make s'mores.
As soon as they saw some girl making one, all the girls' eyes lit up. I don't know what it is about girls and chocolate, but one thing I know is don't get in the way of them and their next fix.
”Because I know you'll just steal mine, even though you say you don't want one, I got you everything you need to make your own s'more,” Nikki says, handing Ashlynn a graham cracker, a marshmallow, and a square of chocolate.
”Ae back to hers. There was no way in h.e.l.l I was bringing her back to mine. Reason one being I didn't think it was right to have her spend our first night together in a bed I've had a ton of random women sleep in. And secondly, Becca's staying at our house with Parker, and they are not quiet at all. The last thing I want is to listen to those two going at it like rabbits on the other side of the wall while I'm trying to f.u.c.k Ashlynn.
I awoke the next day with the world's worst hangover, as did Ashlynn. We decided it was the perfect excuse to do absolutely nothing at all. So we opted to order out and be lazy all day, chilling at her beach house and watching movies. I never imagined I'd enjoy laying on a couch all day with a girl watching chick flicks. When Becca and Parker stopped by so she could change before they headed to the boardwalk, they got a kick out of busting my b.a.l.l.s.
They can joke all they want, but I just don't give a flying f.u.c.k. I groped Ashlynn's b.o.o.b and told them watching The Notebook was worth it if it meant I got to play with her t.i.ts all afternoon.
Becca called me a pig and rolled her eyes dramatically while Parker high-fived me, but the smile on Ashlynn's face was all that mattered.
It's now been five days since the party at Linc's house, and five days since I began my new addiction, which is f.u.c.king Ashlynn every chance I get. She keeps yelling at me, saying she has to spend every second of the day on high alert, because she never knows when I'm going to get the urge to pounce on her.
I laugh every time and tell her it's her fault for having the best p.u.s.s.y in South Carolina. I will gladly admit it to anyone who wants to listen that I can't get enough of this girl.
Tonight is poker night at my place, so the boys and I have spent all afternoon getting our house ready for our friends to come over. We went to the store and bought tons of alcohol, cigars, chips, and beef jerky, because I love my beef jerky.
All the guys are on their way, so we just ordered pizzas and wings for dinner. As I'm getting all the chips poured into a bowl and Parker and Vance are getting us out some beers, the girls come bouncing through the door. They don't even knock anymore.
It's crazy to see how far we've come from the first day we met, when they just stood on their deck staring down at us, practically drooling over my boys and me, unable to form a single word, to now purposely driving us up a wall on a daily basis, and being so comfortable they gladly burp the f.u.c.king alphabet as they guzzle Coca-Cola while chilling on our deck bar-b-quing.
”We're going out to eat. Just wanted to stop by and tell y'all to have fun and don't lose too much money,” Becca says, sashaying into the kitchen and straight up to Parker.
I don't know what's going on between them, but they're together just as much as Ashlynn and me, and I never see him flirting with any chicks when we're out alone. Who would've thought we'd see the day when two of Charlotte's biggest players spent almost an entire month with just one girl each?
”Well, I for one am glad y'all stopped by. We saw ya earlier tanning on the beach, but we had way too much s.h.i.+t to get done, so we couldn't join in on the beach b.u.m day.” I grab Ashlynn's hand and pull her to me. ”You want me to come over tonight after the game?” I ask quietly in her ear as I press a kiss to her neck, her ticklish spot, causing a giggle to escape her.
”Of course. I love falling asleep with you next to me, and especially love waking up to The Beast raring and ready to go.” She blushes as she whispers up at me so only I can hear. A devilish grin creeps across my lips as the thought of morning s.e.x comes to mind. I've never been happier to wake up in the morning than when I do beside her.
I'm so screwed. This girl has me wrapped around her finger, and every day is one more day closer to saying goodbye. We're down to ten days left, and every day that pa.s.ses, I find myself struggling with the idea of letting her go.
Not long after the girls leave, our friends show up at the door. We've know them for a few years. We met at various parties here in Myrtle Beach. I've been vacationing here since I was a kid, and made some great friends over the years.
Linc's here; even though he's an a.s.shole, I still invited him. He's one of those guys better to have as a friend than as an enemy. My other two friends, Keith and Ethan, are awesome guys who I can count on whenever I need them. We've gone out fis.h.i.+ng a few times this summer, but since meeting Ashlynn, I've kind of been MIA lately. So I think a poker night is exactly what we need.
”Grab some grub and a beer, and get ready to fill my pockets boys!” I shout and clap them all on their backs as they walk into the kitchen.
Everyone fills their plates and heads into the dining room, which has now been converted into a poker room. We spend the next two hours bulls.h.i.+tting, drinking, and stuffing our faces.
We only made it an hour before they all started ragging on me about Ashlynn. They all find it way too entertaining that I've somehow turned into a one-woman man over the last few weeks. I made sure to toss Parker under the bus too, letting them know he's only been dipping his d.i.c.k into Becca. There's just something about those Georgia girls. They've got us by the d.a.m.n b.a.l.l.s.
I have a stack of chips, a big pot in the center of the table, and a full house in my hand when my phone vibrates. The guys have a no phone rule, but I can't stop myself from digging it out of my pocket and smiling when I see it's Ashlynn texting me.
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