Page 45 of Blue Moon

Chapter 18

Sol

“Babe, I’m crazy about you.”

Sawyer shoved me against the side of the bar’s exterior, the rough bricks scraping against my back. His lips attacked mine, and this kiss was different than any of the kisses I’d had before. He was rough yet sweet, and his hands gripped my thighs.

“Me too.”

I was dying to feel him inside me. No more teasing. Based on how he made me feel last night, I was sure I was in for the best night of my life.

We crossed the street back to our hotel, dashed inside, made out in the elevator, and all but sprinted to our suite.

Sawyer opened the hotel door and then picked me up like a bride and carried me into the room. But our romantic moment came crashing down the second the bed came into focus.

There was a naked platinum-blonde woman spread eagle on the bed with whipped cream and cherries over her breasts and bikini line.

What the fuck? I climbed out of Sawyer’s arms. A sudden chill replaced the heat that had just been in my core.

Sawyer’s eyes bulged.

“Veronica, what are you doing here? I told you I couldn’t see you while I was in town.”

Veronica? You know her name?I turned to face Sawyer, hoping for answers to my silent questions, but his blank stare gave me nothing, so I focused back on Veronica.

She pointed a perfectly manicured, electric purple fingernail at me. “Oh, so she’s the reason you didn’t want to see me? She doesn’t look like your type, Huck. She doesn’t even have a tramp stamp.”

How did she know whether or not I had a lower back tattoo? I looked down at my tank top and saw it riding up my back. And I had briefly turned toward Sawyer. Ah, well, at least she was observant.

Veronica stood up, buck naked except for the whipped cream, and walked over to Sawyer. Wow, she had a great body. And clearly, she was wild in bed. I understood perfectly why Sawyer would rather sleep with a sex kitten than a chaste virgin. I should just run out of this room and leave them alone.

Sawyer’s eyes blazed with fury. “How’d you get in my room?”

“I work here, remember? Don’t worry. I’ll leave.”

Veronica went into the bathroom.

Sawyer turned me toward him. “Babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

I looked straight into his eyes and did my best to keep my voice calm and steady. “We can talk when she leaves.”

A few minutes later, Veronica emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a short jean skirt and a white tank top. She was effortlessly beautiful, and as much as I wanted to hate this woman for giving me a glimpse into Sawyer’s past, I couldn’t. I was in awe of her confidence.

She touched my hair, and I jerked away. “Sweetheart, enjoy this one while you can. He fucks like a rockstar but has a girl in every city.”

My throat burned. I wanted to draw myself a bath and cry in the tub.

Then, Veronica placed her hand on Sawyer’s chest. He quickly moved it off of him and stepped back, which caused her to laugh. “Bye, Huck. Call me next year.”

And then she walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

Once she was gone, Sawyer and I just stood there in silence.

Finally, he spoke. “Sol, I can explain.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to. I get it. She’s your Seattle girl.” My voice cracked. “Sorry I ruined your plans by tagging along. I can fly home. I’ll get my own room tonight, and you can call her to come back. No need to wait until next year.”

He shook his head. “Babe, stop. You’re right—I don’t have to tell you, but I want to tell you. Sol, please, listen.”