Wanting You (3 page)

Now it was time for me to reclaim what I needed: My friends … Grams … Deke.

My plan for the night was simple—dress sexy and dance my ass off. I was going to have fun with my best friends and see what the night brought. I would not fall all over him, even though I would love to do so.

I had no intentions of throwing myself at him or making a fool of myself. Chances were, he still hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. If that was the case, I would rather know from afar and not have my heart stomped on again.

“Turn it up!” Kinsley yelled from the hallway. Reaching over to my iPod dock, I cranked up Justin Timberlake singing about bringing sexy back.

“Here, let me,” Sawyer said, pulling the hairbrush out of my hand.

I smiled at her reflection in the mirror. “Thanks, what should I do with it?”

“You have beautiful hair, Vann. I say let it flow down your back. We’ll use the iron a bit to get the kinks out, but even the wave on you is beautiful.”

I’d recently gotten bangs that flowed gently to the side of my face and had a shit ton of layers put in. If anyone asked me what my best feature was, I would always say my hair. I loved it.

“You are going to have every guy begging for your attention tonight. Now let’s get you dressed.”

“What do you think?” I held up a short black skirt in one hand and short shorts one in the other.

“Skirt … definitely the skirt,” Kinsley said while dancing around the room.

“With what?”

Both Sawyer and Kinsley began ripping though my closet trying to find ‘the perfect top.’ I wasn’t sure I had that and was becoming a bit irritated they were throwing shit everywhere. “You know you’re picking all this up, right?” They just turned, smiled, and continued digging.

“This!” Kinsley yelled. She held in her hand my favorite plum top that had bling all around its plunging neckline. I had great cleavage in this shirt, not that I necessarily needed any help in that department.

“I love that shirt!” Sawyer’s voice came out, perky as ever.

“All the guys will be looking at your boobs.” Kinsley smirked.

“That’s the point of it, isn’t it?” I asked, pulling it on. It hugged my body like a glove. Adding my favorite black heels, I was ready.

“All right Vann, what’s really the game plan tonight? I know you want Deke, but he’s grown up and changed. You need to think before you act.” Sawyer spoke up, concerned. I knew she had reservations about me wanting Deke. Hell, I didn’t tell her, but so did I.

I’d admit that I was hoping a lot of what they’d told me about Deke’s ladies’ man status wasn’t true. I wasn’t going to be naïve, though, and pretend he hadn’t changed. Hell, look at me, I’d changed, too.

I was just going in with the knowledge that I wouldn’t sleep with him … at least not tonight. A smile crept across my face. I wanted that more than anything. My lonely nights were spent thinking of Deke.

Our first of many kisses, among other things, was the best kiss of my life. Then my mom uprooted me. Turning, I saw Saw and Kins staring at me. “What?”

“You were a million miles away there, girl. I’m really scared you will be disappointed.” Sawyer began twiddling her fingers, one of her nervous habits.

Reaching over, I placed my hand on hers. “It’s okay. Whatever happens … happens. I can handle it.” I tried to give her my most reassuring smile since I had no clue what the night would bring. I didn’t want my nervousness to show. Surely I was tougher than that.

The way I left hurt him. I knew that. He could still be harboring that, and I could get the brush off. Not to say that wouldn’t kill me, because it would, but I’d deal. “Come on, girls, let’s do this.”

“Keep going, sweetheart,” I forced out as she began to slow down. Tammy … Tina … Tracy … whoever the hell it was down on her knees in front of me was sucking my cock like a champ. Swirling the top, licking underneath, grabbing my balls and massaging, I was going to come, and the sooner the better.

I thread my fingers through her stringy ash-blonde hair, my fingers catching on the knots in it. Grabbing her head, I began really working her mouth, pulling my dick in and out. I ignored the gagging sound she made when my dick touched the back of her throat. She was going to have to get the fuck over it.

I grunted as my release poured out of me.

I pulled out as she looked up at me. “Was that good?” she asked as she wiped the remnants of me from her mouth.

“Great. Gotta get going now.” I never wanted them to stick around—get clingy—especially here at the bar. Who was I kidding? All women did was leave you. Eventually. Best to push them out first so that didn’t happen.

“What about later? Can we get together?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

I helped her to her feet. “No, sweetheart. Thanks, though; I needed that.”

Tammy, Tina, Tracy … whoever … gave me a glare. “No, I didn’t get mine.”

“And you won’t. Go on, get out of here.” I gently pulled her to the door and guided her out. She didn’t put up much protest. She knew the score. She was the one dumb enough to come back to my office and blow me. Women, they were all the same. They’d do anything to get what they wanted, then they’d leave. Fuck ‘em. Whatever. I could do the same shit.

Zipping up my pants, I checked the mirror on the inside of my office door. Not bad. Running my hands through my hair, I was reminded me of the woman who just left. Someone really needed to tell her to comb that shit.

It was another Friday night at Sully’s, and the place was already starting to fill up. Walking around, I waved and nodded to all the regulars. Even though I’d a strict one-time rule, I did have a couple of regulars who were immune to it. I needed someone available whenever. Mindy and Carrie had been my go to girls for about two years now. They had the same mindset I did, which was why we went so well together.

They knew it was just sex and would ever be sex. They’d proven not to be clingy or demand attention from me so that gave them their in. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I’d need to get rid of them soon, because a lot of times chicks changed their mind, but so far it was working like a dream.

“Hey Ace. Everything good?” I asked my head bartender.

“Yes, sir. Girls are bringing in the orders like crazy.” He grinned.

“Perfect. I’ll be around. Our set starts at nine, but if something comes up, find me.”

“Will do.”

Looking out at all the people, I scanned the area. I loved this bar. Rather than going into business with my dad, I opened this place, which he was still pissed about. Being his only son, he wanted me to carry on the legacy. What fucking legacy, I wasn’t sure. Maybe the ‘I hate my son’ one? No thanks. Being a lawyer was not in the cards for me.

“Hey bro.” The voice came from my side, and I recognized it instantly.

“Hey Z, how’s it going?” Z’s been my best friend since senior year of high school. He knew all my shit and knew what made me tick. We’d always been tight, and he was the one guy I knew I could always count on.

“Good. Work was a bitch. I need a drink,” he said as sidled up to the bar.

Glaring at him, I said, “Only drinks for
you
tonight, got it? I’m here to make money, not give out free booze.”