Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (19 page)

After we toured the entire property, we went down the trail to the beach.

“This is where I rode Smoke for the first time. We were right over there when Jess took all the pictures of us,” I said and pointed down the beach.

“I loved the picture you sent me, Zoey. I had a copy made and framed it.”

His admission made my heart swell in my chest. He had a picture of
me
in his apartment amongst the photos of his family. “I still can’t believe we’re here…together.” I wrapped my arms around him.

Andy took his cell phone out of his pocket. “Let’s get a picture of us
here
.”

We posed as he used his phone to snap pictures of us together. Then he decided he wanted a few of me by myself, so I sat on the beach and posed for him. He made me feel beautiful, and when I looked through the photos, they reflected the undeniable love that I held for him in the deep, blue depths of my eyes.

After our impromptu photo shoot, we left the stables and went back to the resort. It was our last night in Cabo and we were trying to decide what to do after dinner.

“There’s a nightclub close by if you want to go dancing,” Andy suggested.

“You want to take me dancing?” I asked curiously.

“Actually, yes, I do.”

“Well, then let’s go dancing.”

We dressed up in the nicest clothes we brought with us and headed to the nightclub. I wasn’t sure what to expect at the resort, so I packed the dress and sandals I had worn when Jess, Sasha, and I went dancing. Of course, Andy brought his black Affliction shirt that I was so fond of him wearing.

The club was within walking distance, so both of us could drink and not worry about driving. Once there, we went straight to the bar, each of us ordering Johnnie Walker. We clinked our glasses together and enjoyed our drinks, then we had a few more.

“Let’s dance!” I shouted over the noise and pulled him out into the crowd of people.

The bass was thumping as we found a spot on the dance floor. We danced to a few songs, bumping and grinding on each other, like everyone else. We were having fun and my man could
move
. Of course, it made me want to take him back to the room, strip him down, and have crazy, hot sex with him.

I thought back to all the activities I could never do when I was married to Rob. We never danced, and never sang to him. Hell, he didn’t even care enough to hear me sing anything for that matter. Even in high school, he never went to any of my choir performances.

That night, I felt like a very lucky woman.
That’s because I am a lucky woman.

The nightclub was playing a variety of music, so I thought I would see if the DJ would play a song for me. I stood up on my toes to tell Andy where I was going and that I’d be right back. I left him on the dance floor, went to the DJ, and put in my request.

Back on the dance floor, I found Andy sandwiched between two women who were bumping and grinding on him. He caught my eye and a look of panic washed over his face. He was dancing with them just to be polite because it’s just how he was, but I could tell he was not happy about it.

I wasn’t a jealous person when it came to him. He’d proven many times he was only interested in me. The look on his face conveyed to me he was
not
enjoying himself at all and he was more worried he was going to be in trouble with me. Silly man, he should know me better than that.

I stood there for another minute, watching the women do their best to get his attention.

His eyes were begging me for help by the time I weaved my way through the people on the floor. I wedged myself between him and the girl who was dancing in front of him, giving her a little bump with my hip so she had to move.

He grinned and shook his head at my antic. He slipped his arms around me to squeeze my butt then planted one hell of a kiss on me.

The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and stomped off. The other girl behind him mouthed “Sorry” and left. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her.

“Did you have a nice dance, Andy?” I teased.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Called Out in the Dark” by Snow Patrol came blaring out of the speakers a minute later. I pulled him close, he wrapped his arms back around me, and we danced.

After the song ended, I was hot, sweaty, and very thirsty. “I need another drink!” I hollered when the next song started. He took my hand, spun me around once, and led me back toward the bar.

The club was very busy, so there was a long line at the bar for drinks. Waiting at the end of the line, I stood up on my toes to talk because it was so loud in the room, but it didn’t help.

Both of us had a nice buzz going and I wanted to keep drinking with my man, but we were not getting any closer to the bar for more drinks. “Let’s get out of here,” I said as the song ended and it became quiet for a moment.

We headed out the door. “Where to now, Zoey?”

“A liquor store for some Johnnie Walker. You game?”

He nodded and took my hand in his. We made it back to our room with our purchase and got shit-faced drunk together.

The next morning, I woke up to us both sprawled out, face down on the bed, stark naked.
Okay, so his favorite sleeping position is pretty comfy.
The sheets were a tangled mess and the rest of the blankets were lying in a heap on the floor. My inner thighs felt like they had been thoroughly pounded by the sex-god sleeping next to me.

Damn, I wish I could remember that.
The last thing I did
remember was us laughing and him pulling my dress over my head.

I sat up too quickly and immediately became nauseous. I stumbled naked to the bathroom and snatched a robe off the hook on the back of the door. I wrapped myself in it right as the saliva in my mouth began to sour. I flung myself onto my knees on the cold tile floor, and heaved into the toilet.
Ugh, it’s been a long time since I’ve been drunk enough to puke.

When it finally felt like there was nothing left in me to throw up, I rose from the floor, rinsed my mouth, and brushed my teeth. My face was clammy, so I splashed it with cool water. After drying off, I made my way back to bed and crawled in carefully to avoid making myself sick again.

Andy woke up as soon as I made myself comfortable. “Were you just getting sick in the bathroom?” he asked without opening his eyes.

“Yes, unfortunately I was. How are you feeling?”

He propped himself up on his elbows and appeared to be in deep thought. His hair was standing on end in all different directions, his eyes were barely open, yet he still looked gorgeous.

“I feel fine. How are you?”

“I think
I’m done puking for the moment, so that’s good. I should eat something though. Do you want me to order you something too?” Duh Zoey, of course he did. My brain was still fuzzy, so I wasn’t thinking straight.

Andy stood up from the bed and his hair wasn’t the only thing standing on end.

The sight of him made me laugh. “Dude, put that thing away. My thighs feel like punching bags.”

He looked down at himself. “Sorry, Beautiful, it happens every morning,” he joked, but made no attempt whatsoever to cover himself on his way to the bathroom.

As his fine ass walked away, I noticed several red scratch marks across his back and perfect ass cheeks.
Oops
. Guess I got a little carried away.

The room felt like it was spinning, so I threw my arm across my eyes to make it stop and banned all traces of light from seeping in to them. I don’t know how much later it was, but I remembered I was supposed to be ordering breakfast. I eased myself to the edge of the bed to pick up the phone to call room service.

As soon as I sat up, I became nauseous again, but wasn’t sure if I was going to be sick or not. Just in case, I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Can you hurry, please? I might get sick again.”

The door flew open and Andy was standing there with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He had already taken a shower. My mouth started watering and I dropped to my knees, hanging my head over the toilet again. I didn’t care if he was standing there.

Out of my peripheral vision, I could see he was still naked. Did the man just like being naked?
I didn’t mind, of course. I could stare at his body all day long. He finished brushing his teeth as my nausea got the better of me and I was sick again. He kneeled, naked, and pulled my hair back for me as he rubbed circles over my back with his strong hand.

“Seriously, you’re holding my hair while I puke my guts out. Who
are
you?” I tried to joke.

“I’m the guy who loves you, even when you’re on the floor puking your guts out,” he replied as he continued rubbing my back.

Slowly and carefully, I stood up. “I think I’m okay now. Can you order breakfast while I take a quick shower, please? I think I can handle some toast and coffee.”

He kissed me on top of the head and left the room. I brushed my teeth again and swished some mouthwash, just in case, then took a nice, cool shower. When I came out in my robe, breakfast was on the table, and our clothes were packed with the exception of an outfit he set out for me. I dressed and sat at the table next to him.

Andy ordered himself a full breakfast again, and it made me want to gag, just looking at it. He set a plate of toast in front of me, poured me a cup of coffee, adding sugar and creamer to it just the way I liked it.

“Thank you,” I moaned as I laid my head on the cool table.

Then the smartass patted my back and cooed, “Poor baby,” at me. He joked about me being a lightweight and about how badly I sucked at holding my liquor, but he was nice enough to rub my back as he ate one-handed.

After breakfast, we checked out and returned to my aunt and uncle’s to find them eating lunch in the kitchen. “Zoey, Andy, you made it back. How was the resort?” Aunt Maria asked.

Huh?
“How did you know about the resort?” I asked, confused.

I looked at my aunt and uncle, then at Andy. They were all smiling.

“What’s going on? You’re all looking very guilty for some reason.”

“Sorry, Zoey, they were in on it too. I asked your mum for help, so she called to let them know I was coming down here.” Andy grinned proudly at his sneakiness.

I looked back over to his partners in crime. “You two didn’t go on a trip to a job site, did you?”

They both shook their heads. “No, we went out to dinner and a movie so he could come to get you. We’ve been home all weekend. Did you have a good time?”

“You guys are sneaky,” I laughed. “Especially you.” I reached out and pulled Andy into a hug.

“Do you want to sit down for some lunch before you head to the airport?” my aunt asked.

Of course, Andy said yes. I decided I could handle some warm tortillas with butter and a Coke. I needed some bubbles to settle my stomach.

“Are you feeling sick, Zoey?” Uncle Victor asked with a knowing smile on his face. I think he knew I had a hangover.

Andy and I started laughing. “Yes, we drank a little too much Johnnie Walker last night. I admit I’m a little hung over.”
And my inner thighs are killing me.
Everyone laughed at my expense, but I didn’t care.

After lunch, Andy helped me finish packing for the trip home. He let me stash all my souvenirs in his suitcase, since he had more space in his than I did in mine.

We gave my aunt and uncle one last hug goodbye then drove to the airport to go home.