Four shots later, and I’m definitely feeling more than good. Kayla has come back over with Bentley and is drinking right along with us.
We’re currently dancing our asses off on the table to Beyoncé’s remix of Single Ladies while taking another shot of whatever this yummy vodka stuff is. The other women are dancing with Kaden and a couple of other guys who have shown up during the last couple hours. Bentley and Cooper are sitting in the booth below us laughing while they continue to drink.
Every time I look down at him, I catch him staring at me with what I think is lust in his eyes. The song ends and Cooper stands to help me off the table while Bentley helps Kayla. I realize just how drunk I am, when the room starts to spin.
When everybody decides to head out, I know I have a decision to make. Do I have sex with Cooper tonight? Kayla has clearly made her decision but still asks me if it is okay since it means I’ll be going back to the room by myself. I am not about to pussy-block my best friend, so of course I tell her to go. We’re eighteen and heading off to college. We’re not babies anymore, and if she wants to hook up with Bentley that’s up to her. Since she’s going back to Bentley’s room, they tell me they can drop me back off at our room on their way.
Cooper texts somebody, and it must’ve been to let his driver know he’s ready to go, because when we walk out to the front his expensive and shiny SUV is waiting for us. We all pile in and he gives the driver the name of the resort I’m staying at.
The entire car ride he sits with his hand in my lap, his fingers rubbing over my knuckles. When I look at him, his lips curl into a small smile. He takes my chin in his hand and places soft kisses all over my face. I try to focus, but his lips brushing across my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth are distracting me.
I’m still attempting to debate whether I should invite him up, when the SUV pulls up. He tells his driver he’s going to walk me to my room and helps me out of the vehicle. Kayla gives me a smile when I turn around and hug her goodbye, whispering in her ear to be careful.
We get to my room and I twirl around, coming face to face with Cooper. I’m now up against the door and he’s using his palms to hold himself up and over me. I glance up at him, wanting to invite him in, but knowing I’m too drunk to want to sleep with him. I really want my first time to be memorable and I can’t imagine remembering any of this after all of those vodka shots.
Cooper looks into my eyes and, with the next words he speaks, makes the decision for me. “If I come in, it would only be to sleep next to you. You have drunk too much for us to do anything else. When I take you, I want you to be clear headed and remember everything my body makes yours feel.”
Unsure of how to even respond, I simply nod. He pulls out his cell phone and texts something to someone, probably to his driver, letting him know to go ahead.
We enter the room and I excuse myself to rinse off and change into my pajamas. I brush my teeth and blow dry my hair so it’s not soaking wet. As I exit the bathroom, I see him lying in my bed in nothing but his boxers, and holy Jesus does he look hot. For a second, I’m frozen in my place, but I quickly gather myself and walk toward the bed to join him.
“Hope this is okay. I didn’t plan to spend the night out, so I don’t have any clothes to change into.”
“No, I mean, yeah, that’s cool,” I say, trying not to sound like the inexperienced teenager I am and pray he doesn’t notice.
I walk around to the empty side of the bed and climb in, wondering if he can tell this will be my first time sleeping with a guy. I can only imagine how many women he has slept with. I shake off the thought because it really doesn’t matter.
Not quite sure how I am supposed to lie down, I awkwardly roll onto my side away from him. He doesn’t seem to notice how nervous I am as he pulls me closer, spooning me from behind.
“Are you tired?” he asks softly.
Being wrapped tightly in this man’s arms makes me feel protected. I can feel his bulge again through our clothes and I know he’s turned on. I feel my cheeks heat up. Thank goodness, it’s dark in here and I’m facing away from him or my blush would give away just how inexperienced I am.