Wanting You (13 page)

“Yeah. You better.”

Not wanting to hear any more from her, I stalked behind Vann. Marc smiled as she walked toward him. Grabbing Vann from behind, I pulled her to my chest, talking in her ear. “You’re not going over there with him.”

Vann began tugging, trying to escape my arms. I saw Marc approach out of the corner of my eye and glared at him. Fucker better turn around and keep going. I turned Vann in my arms ignoring the murderous glare she gave me. I crushed her lips to mine reveling in the taste of her. Vann did not participate in the kiss at first, so it was like I was kissing a mannequin, but pulling her closer, I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and felt her body unwind.

Vann began kissing me back, giving me everything she had. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her as tightly to me as I could. I could taste the tequila on her tongue, and it was better with Vann’s taste mixed in. She could be her own brand.

Vann pulled away panting softly. “I can’t do this.” Wiggling out of my arms, she ran to Kinsley, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I charged after her, but when I got to them, Kinsley held up her arm stopping me. To my surprise I stopped, maybe from her boldness.

“That’s enough, Deke. She’s done. I’m taking her home.” Kinsley tucked Vann under her arm so I couldn’t see her face.

“I just want to talk to her.”

“Not tonight. She’s had too much to drink, and she’s done.” Kinsley started walking her toward the door.

My anger rose. “I don’t need you to tell me I can’t talk to her.”

Kinsley’s face grew furious. “The hell you don’t. You’re the asshole who wanted to use her as a fuck buddy, so if I were you, I’d figure out how to fix that first. Vann is not that way. You should know that better than anyone.” Kinsley and Sawyer guided Vann out of the bar, and I watched as they swung through the doors.

“Guess you fucked up that one,” Z said, his hand clamping down on my shoulder.

“Fuck off.”

“What did you say to her?”

“None of your business,” I growled, taking off toward my office.

Z laughed, calling out, “Good luck getting yourself out of that one.”

Plopping down on my chair, I looked at the mess all over the floor. There were papers, pens, and everything else. My mind raced as I remembered Vann spread out for me to feast on my desk. She was the sweetest woman I’d ever tasted.

My God, the way she moved with me was amazing. I felt each time she spasmed and watching her come was amazing. The way her face flushed and body convulsed. I wanted, no needed, more of her.

Damnit.

Reaching underneath my shirt, I grabbed the key and pulled it out. For some reason, I didn’t want Vann to see it, which was why I wouldn’t let her take off my shirt. I’d held this key for so long it’d become part of me. I wondered, though, if she would even remember it. She left it behind … just like me. I thought we would pair well together.

My head hurt—pounding and throbbing pain surged through it. Rolling over in my bed, I pulled the blankets over my head. The light made it unbearable. I must have forgotten to close the blinds before bed. Last night’s events came rushing back like a tidal wave. All the drinking, dancing, Deke getting pissed, fucking Deke on his desk …

“Rise and shine, sunshine!” Groaning at Kinsley’s voice, I wished she would disappear.

“Time to get up, Vann, you’ve slept the whole day away.” Sawyer’s voice of reason rang through.

“What time is it?” I choked out.

“Four.”

“God …” I needed more sleep.

“Here, I brought coffee.” Sawyer handed me the steaming cup as I sat up in bed.

I pulled the covers off, blinked repeatedly, and grabbed the mug. “Thanks Saw.”

“All right, spill it,” Kinsley said, jumping on my bed next to me.

“Damnit,” I growled, almost spilling my coffee.

“You’re fine. Spill.”

Sawyer crawled up next to me and lay down, while Kinsley laid on the edge of the bed. “Look girls. I had a moment of weakness. I got caught up in the moment and screwed Deke.”

“Obviously. But what happened? And how was he?” I stared at Kinsley not wanting to answer, but did anyway.

“The sex was amazing. It’s what happened after that tore me up.” Blowing out a deep breath and taking a sip of my coffee, I continued, “He said he wanted to keep fucking to work me out of his system, just like you’d overheard at the bar. I blew up.”

“You sure were drinking tequila like water.”

“Kins, I know you tried to stop me. Thanks.”

“It is what it is. We got ya home safe, that’s all that matters, but we gotta talk about this.” Kinsley’s voice took on a deep level of concern.

“What?” I asked, thinking it was about Deke.

“You kinda drank a lot last night … like your mom does.” She whispered the last part, but it didn’t stop the shock that roared through my body.

“What? You think I’m an alcoholic like my mother?” I argued, staring at Kinsley and trying desperately to make heads or tails out of what she was saying.

“No. I’m not saying that. It’s just … you need to be careful so you don’t end up that way.” Sawyer’s calm voice was soothing.

“I’m not an alcoholic,” I said adamantly.

“We don’t think you are. We just want you to be careful.” Sawyer grabbed my arm and gently rubbed it. I knew they meant well.

“So, how big of an ass did I look like?” I must have been a huge one to garner all this talk.

“Well, I only saw from a distance as I couldn’t help but dance with that hot ass cowboy.” Sawyer’s big smile cut across her face. “Anyway, from where I saw, it just looked like you two were talking. You stomped off, and then Deke grabbed you and kissed you. And let me tell you, that was a hot kiss.”

“I actually don’t remember much after the kiss,” I said.

“You pretty much broke after that,” Kinsley said, rolling on her back.

“What do you mean broke?” I asked.

“Crying … a lot of crying.”

“In front of everyone?” I gasped, embarrassed.

“No, I shielded your face. No one saw anything. The real waterworks didn’t start until we got home,” Kinsley added.

Breathing out a sigh, I said, “Well, at least I didn’t make an ass of myself crying over a guy.”

“I knew it was coming soon, the way you were pounding the drinks.” I stared at Kinsley as I took a sip of my coffee.

“So, what are you going to do?” Sawyer asked.

“Didn’t you ask me that same question back when I first got here?” I smirked.

“Sure did. Now it’s a bit different.”

“I can’t believe I slept with him.” I grabbed my head with the hand not holding the mug. “I mean, I do believe it … but I was thinking it was more than sex. But obviously not to him. I’m just not built like that.”

“We know. I told him as much.”

“What did you say to him, Kinsley?” I asked with a touch of anger in my voice.

“I just told him that he fucked up, and you are not the type of girl to be anyone’s fuck buddy. I also told him that he should have already known that.” Kinsley threw her arm over her eyes. “I also tried to stop him from coming after you and Marc. He proceeded to tell me that you were his, and then left without another word to me.”

“I’m not his. I will not be his the way he wants.” I could hear the touch of venom in my tone.

“We know. The way he went about his was fucked up.”

“No shit. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. This was not what I had in mind when I came back here.” I tried biting back the tears that were attempting to escape.

Kinsley put her hand on my leg. “You knew it wouldn’t be all roses and butterflies with him.”

“I know, Kins. I just didn’t expect this …”

I could tell Sawyer was done with this conversation. “Come on. Get your ass up and let’s get something to eat.”

That night, thoughts of Deke kept me from any semblance of a good night’s sleep.

“Would you come out of there?” I heard Sawyer yell through the door. “You’ve been locked in there for three days. Come on!”

Little did Sawyer know, I got tons of writing done these last three days. My characters had taken my mind off all the thoughts that wanted to ramble through my brain. It may just be some of my best work so far.

Opening the door, I asked, “What’s up?”

Barging through the door, Sawyer plopped on the bed. “What is going on? We haven’t seen you for days.”

“I’ve been writing. And you did see me for a few minutes when I came out for food, so don’t be so dramatic.” Not that it was too long; I tried my hardest to make myself scarce.

“You’re hiding,” Sawyer accused.

“Nah. Been writing, trying to get this story to flow.” And trying not to let Deke invade every waking moment of my thoughts.

“And hiding from what happened with Deke.”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” I cut her off from further discussion. I thought I’d done a pretty good job focusing on my writing, but maybe not so much.

“Too bad. You can’t hide out in here. Z’s come by asking to talk to you, but I’ve batted him off. And your cell’s been ringing like crazy.”

“Sorry, I should have turned it off,” I said, joining her on the bed. “What did Z need?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, but we did hang out for a bit.” The gleam in her eyes was seriously telling.

“You have a thing for Z?”

Saw blushed. “Why would you say that?”

“Don’t play coy with me.” I should have known it wasn’t one-sided.

“I’ve known him for years, but he’s never paid me any attention, unlike every other woman in this town.” Saw rolled her eyes and hung her head.

“Then what was that ‘dancing with the cowboy at the bar’ thing the other night.”

“Havin’ fun.” Her coyness was adorable.

“You ever make a move on Z?”

Sawyer laughed. “Are you serious?”

I looked at her dumbfounded. “Yeah.”

Blowing out an exasperated breath, Sawyer stared at me. “I’ve never had the chance. He’s too busy with all the others to even notice me. So, I just do my own thing. I’m not waitin’ around for him or anything.”

“Good for you. You shouldn’t wait. One day, if he hasn’t already, he’ll notice.”

“Right. Whatever. Anyway … Deke. What are you gonna do? You can’t say cooped up in here for the rest of your life.”

“You act like I’m a hermit or something. I’ve been writing. I haven’t been crying my eyes out or anything like that.” At least, not for the most part.

“So you coming out today?”

“I’m thinkin’ about it.”

“Seriously Vann?”

“Look Saw, I’ve been in love with Deke since I was a kid. You don’t just switch that off, there’s too much history.”

“It’s been five years,” she whispered.

“Yep, and for five years, he’s all I’ve thought about. He’s all I’ve wanted, even if I was with someone else. Which is why none of them lasted long.”

“Sorry.” Saw stared down at her hands.

“All right, so what do you want to do today?” I asked, needing to break the Deke tension in the room.

“I thought you were going to write.”

“Nope. Let’s go shop.”

Smiling, Sawyer laughed. “Now you’re talking. Meet you downstairs in ten.”

“You got it.”

Grabbing my cell, I had several missed calls: Grams, Z, and tons from Deke. I couldn’t help the giddiness that washed over me in seeing the amount of times Deke called. I could still feel his lips and touch every time I closed my eyes. I couldn’t help myself from wanting him. God help me.

“You ready?” Saw’s voice made me jump.

“Shit. You scared me. Yeah.”

“Let’s get something to eat first. We’ll hit up Ludy’s for a burger.”

“Sure.” I wasn’t going to tell her that I really didn’t feel like eating, and hadn’t for the past few days, but I’d try.

Pulling into the diner, the paint was worn and the sign that read ‘Ludy’s’ was quite faded, but this place did have the best burgers in town. We found a corner booth, and I began to prepare myself for Sawyer. After ordering, it didn’t take long for her to begin.

“So?” Saw asked, folding her hands together and laying them in front of her on the table.

“So what?”

“How was he?” I rolled my eyes, not wanting to relive how utterly amazing it was being with him or how it was the best orgasm of my life.