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  Gustavo was Latin, tall, muscular, and would be any girl’s wet dream if he were interested, which he never was. But that was a secret we all kept as Gus wasn’t ready for the world to know who he really was yet. I knew he needed time to figure it out, but I also knew everyone would love him regardless of his sexuality—it was impossible not to.

  When they finally arrived, Kennedy gave her name to the bouncer. Caleb, Kennedy’s boo, as I preferred to call him, was the most wanted trust fund baby on the East Coast. One call to him from Kennedy and we were royalty for the night at any restaurant, club, or VIP event. We were ushered to the front of the line and through the doors, passed off to a hostess, and then a waitress sat us in the VIP section. Three bottles of champagne, a bottle of vodka, and plates filled with salted caramel chocolates and savory puff pastries were positioned in front of us.

  “As per Mr. Garretson’s request. If you need anything, please let us know,” she told us before she walked away.

  We each took a champagne flute and raised them in the air. “Congrats, Braelynn!”

  I took a sip of my champagne, letting it trickle down my throat. “Let’s dance!” I shouted over the music. We’d had a couple of drinks before we left the house, so my body was itching to get on the dance floor. It was finally my time to celebrate some good news.

  Kennedy led us to the small VIP dance floor, and we each took turns dancing with Gustavo. Between his looks and his moves, he had every girl in there wanting a turn. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  When Gus saw a group of his coworkers, he kissed us all good-bye and went on his merry way. I danced until my feet began to throb, enjoying the pain as I reminded myself why they were hurting. With my throat dry and my glass empty, I lifted my glass to the girls and nodded toward the bar.

  The bar was crowded, so I scooted between two men who had their backs to each other and waited to get the bartender’s attention. She patrolled the bar, pouring a few drinks before she headed my way. Then she passed right by me and started talking to the gentleman next to me, never once looking in my direction. I looked down at his full drink; he didn’t need anything from her.

  Seriously?

  He wore perfectly tailored designer suit pants which hugged his ass and sculpted legs. His fitted, light gray shirt wrapped around his trim torso and arms like it was custom-made. He was tall and handsome, from the side at least, and totally fuckable. He looks like the kind of guy who'd give me that up-all-night-making-my-body-ache-so-I-can-no-longer-walk-the-next-day kind of sex.

  Wow. I seriously need to get laid.

  I closed my eyes for a brief second as I tried to calm my raging hormones. When I reopened them, he was staring right back at me.

  Fuck me.

  He wasn’t sexy. No, that word wasn’t enough to describe what this man was. He was an alluring come-hitter, as Kennedy would call him—guaranteed to make you come every time he hit it. It was dark so his facial features were hard to make out, but from his strong jawline I could tell he looked manly. He smiled, and as the light at Quay changed, I noticed his hazel eyes scanning me from head to toe. My body ignited with desire.

  “May I buy you a drink?” he offered. His velvet voice would make any girl melt.

  I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my rapid pulse. “No, thanks. I’ve got it as soon as someone starts doing their job.” I locked my eyes on the pink-haired bartender.

  Completely oblivious to anyone at the bar who didn’t have a penis between their legs, she walked away when a guy across the bar shouted for her. Sighing, I waited impatiently.

  “Let me buy you a drink,” he insisted. “What do you want? Long Island or sex on the beach?”

  Really? Was this sex on a stick seriously trying to pick me up when minutes before he was flirting with the bartender? Who did this guy think he was, with his fancy clothes and preconceived notions about a woman’s taste in alcohol? Did he assume every girl drank only those two drinks? I had planned on getting a Long Island, but based on his assumption and arrogance, I decided to make a statement and order something over-the-top.

  “Since you insist, I’ll have a Louis the thirteenth.” I met his eyes in challenge, puckering my lips as I waited for his response.

  His eyebrow rose and a smirk appeared on his face. “Interesting.” The word poured out of his mouth like silk. I shrugged my shoulders, affecting nonchalance as he took another moment to study me. Calling over to the bartender—who jumped when she heard his voice—he ordered my drink.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked, moving his body closer to mine. I laughed before I shook my head at him. “I just bought you a drink. The least you could do is give me your name.”

  “The least, huh?”

  “Yes, the least. I want to make sure I know the name of the woman who’s going home with me later.”

  When the bartender slid the drink in front of him, I reached across and grabbed the snifter. His eyes locked with mine, but I didn’t say anything. I just lifted my eyebrow, smirked, and walked away. If he was expecting a quick fuck as a thank you, he wasn’t getting it from me.

  Asshole.

  I didn’t care how scorchingly yummy he was, I refused to be added to his list of drooling girls.

  Haas

  I watched her long legs and small frame glide across the dance floor to her friends. Her tiny excuse for a dress, and my idea of what was surely underneath it, had me throbbing, needing to know more about her. Her cleavage, perky and popping out of her dress, was enough to get me hard, but once I’d dropped my eyes to her long legs, I knew I wanted to be buried deep between them.

  If I were being honest, I’d expected her to be an easier conquest. I sure as hell hadn’t expected her to be rude. I thought she’d take the bait like any other girl would—order a fruity drink and let me wrap her around my little finger with every word I said. Instead, I was standing at the bar uncomfortably hard as I watched her speak with her friends before she moved to a nearby couch. Surprisingly, I became more aroused just by watching her sip the cognac—her lips wrapping around the edge of the glass, her tongue licking over her lips every time she swallowed—

  “Can I get you anything else, Mr. Haas?” Lindsey asked.

  “Yes, please send a bottle of Louis the thirteenth to that lady over there. Put it on my tab,” I answered without taking my eyes off the beautiful blonde.

  I watched as the cocktail waitress approached her. She pointed back in my direction as she spoke and I was greeted once again with those hunter green eyes. I raised my drink to her and nodded, but she didn’t nod in return. She simply pointed for the cocktail waitress to set the bottle down as she continued to watch the dance floor.

  Frustration built inside me. I never chased tail, but she’d piqued my interest, so I kicked off from the bar and marched over to her, not knowing why I was so enticed.

  I set my drink on the table before lowering myself onto the couch next to her. Her focus remained on the dance floor as if she hadn’t noticed me. My hands itched to pull her hair back so she’d pay attention when I spoke, but I resisted the urge.

  I leaned into her ear, bringing my body closer to hers and resting my hand on her thigh. “If you were fucked properly, maybe you wouldn’t be such a bitch.”

  I watched her breath stop short when she heard my voice. Though she acted as if I didn’t affect her vibe, I knew I did. I could tell by the vein pulsing in her flawless neck.

  “Excuse me?” she replied before setting her drink down. She turned and faced me, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed.

  I licked my lips and brought them close to her ear again. “Your pussy needs to be licked and sucked. Maybe then you would learn how to say thank you when a man buys you a drink.”

  She inhaled a quick gasp of air, and I pulled away as she closed her eyes. “I … You asked for my name, not a thank you.” She opened her eyes, her lips pouted. “And I’m doing just fine in the sex department.”

  Her eyes told a different story. I saw throu
gh her façade. She might act outraged, but she wanted exactly what I wanted. Maybe she was one of those women who liked angry sex.

  “You must have your departments confused, doll. I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me right now.” I pushed closer to her on the couch, my hand squeezing her thigh. “Come home with me,” I said softly, making sure she was the only one who could hear me.

  Her skin paled as she looked into my eyes, and a sneer appeared on her face. Her hand reached for mine and tossed it off her leg. “I guess you’ll never know how wet my pussy is because I don’t do one-night stands with random, self-assertive assholes.”

  She stood quickly, and with just enough room for her to pass between the coffee table and me, she turned and began to sidestep. I slid my hands up her thighs, stopping short at the hem of her dress. She froze but didn’t stop me, her eyes daring me to continue.

  I lifted an eyebrow. “You need to watch your conduct. I like getting what I want.”

  “Get used to it, buddy. This isn’t happening.”

  “Let me rephrase that for you, doll. I always get what I want. And I want you and this sweet pussy—which I know is ready for me. Now let’s find out if I’m right.”

  I pushed my palms up the sides of her hips, feeling the smooth skin I’d been admiring since I first laid eyes on her. My fingers squeezed her ass as my thumbs hit the hem of her thong. The goose bumps I felt under my hands revealed what her defiant expression did not—she was enjoying this. My eyes locked with hers to assure myself that I wasn’t pushing her too far. When she bit her lower lip and said nothing, I smiled up at her and lowered her lace thong to her ankles.

  “Step,” I commanded. She obliged by placing her hands on my shoulders and stepping out of her thong. The bulge in my pants jerked at her obedience; having her obey my every command was an incredible turn-on.

  I brought the soft material to my nose and inhaled. Her feminine scent was intoxicating. “Your cunt smells delicious, love,” I said before putting her panties in my back pocket.

  Her eyes were burning with need as I slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. I felt her soft lips on the tips of my fingers, and I quickly spread them apart and rubbed my middle finger on her swollen clit. Her jaw relaxed and I watched the subtle increase of her breath.

  “I thought you said you weren’t wet. You feel pretty soaked to me.” I slid my finger over her clit once more before I found her opening and rubbed small circles around it, waiting for her permission to continue.

  Her face changed when the lights began to flicker. “Do you mind? You have your fucking hand up my dress and I don’t even know your name,” she demanded.

  “It’s Haas, and I don’t mind at all. In fact, I would love to bring you home where I can further explore this swollen little bud of yours.” My thumb rubbed against it again.

  She pulled away from my fingers. “No.”

  I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her as my eyes penetrated into her. “You sure? I have no problem eating that juicy pussy of yours all night.”

  I saw her breath catch in her chest. She didn’t have an answer. Instead, she moved to walk away from me, but before she could I rested my hand on her hip. “Name, sweetness. I need a name.”

  Inhaling deeply, she peered over her shoulder before looking back at me. “Lynn.”

  “It’s been a pleasure, Lynn.” I brought my middle finger back to my lips and licked it again. She tasted like fucking heaven.

  She looked down at me, frustration clear across her face. She opened her mouth to say something, then turned and quickly walked away.

  I reached for my drink, watching her as she approached her friends. I savored the moment, thinking about how wet her pussy was and reminding myself that her lace thong was secure in my back pocket.

  Braelynn

  I walked over to the dance floor to meet Kennedy and Alexa. I was drunk, horny, and without my panties.

  Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. Hot as fuck, but still an asshole.

  “Who’s the hot guy?” Alexa asked, her glassy eyes showing the effects of alcohol. “He looks very sophisticated.”

  Sophisticated? Ha! He was a fucking dickwad. An arrogant, overconfident, presumptuous dickwad, to be exact.

  “Haas,” I responded before I turned back to look at him. He was still in the same spot I left him in. My core ached again, and arousal pooled between my legs.

  The lights in the club changed to match the music and, as if on cue, they fell on him, on his eyes glued to mine. He had his hand at his mouth, licking each one of his fingers over and over—the same fingers that had rubbed pure ecstasy on my swollen clit moments before. He mocked me; he knew I wanted him.

  I chewed my bottom lip, silently lecturing myself for being weak around him. Oh, but his hands … his scent … his authoritative tone … I was soaked and ready to let him have me. Hell, his voice alone had me melting on his fingers.

  God!

  I’d never wanted someone as badly as I wanted Haas at that moment. Shaking the image from my head, I turned back around and decided to dance. I needed to ignore Haas, and I needed to ignore the inner voice that kept yelling at me to end my dry spell.

  I didn’t stop dancing until I felt the sweat dripping down my neck. We each took turns walking back to the bar for refills; I refused to walk back to our table where the bottle of Louis XIII remained. Still, I couldn’t stop my wandering eye from looking for him any chance I had. When I spotted him standing at the bar looking directly at me, my heart raced. My clit was still swollen, desperate for his touch, so I poured another drink down my throat and fought the urge to walk over and ask him to take me home.

  The lights slowly came on at Quay, letting everyone know it was time to go. Kennedy and I locked elbows after we said good-bye to Gus and Alexa, and walked out of the club holding each other up. My feet throbbed, causing me to stumble from side to side—that, and the fact I was a wee bit tipsy didn’t help. Once everyone had cleared, I continued to lead us toward the end of the city block. Kennedy tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, pulling me with her, but big strong hands grabbed my upper body, catching me before I hit the ground.

  I turned to thank the stranger, but when I saw him my body began to burn. Haas. I felt his proximity, his strong arms pulling me closer to him. I was mesmerized by his looks. The dark lights inside had done him no justice. His eyes were hazel with hints of yellow and a chocolate-brown outline, and his dark brown hair was gently tousled and long enough to grip during sex.

  “Let my driver take you home,” Haas said.

  Kennedy pulled away from my grasp and began to giggle. “Oh, you are so totally yummy and fuckable, but you look so … so … familiar. And you want my girl Lynnie? About damn time!” she slurred before raising her hand to high-five me. I ignored her. She was way too intoxicated.

  I managed to pull away from Haas’s strong hands, immediately missing our skin-to-skin contact. “Kenn, come on. Where is Stanley with the car?” Caleb never let us go out drinking without a car service. I reached for Kennedy, trying to grab her arm, but she backed away. She hiccupped, then placed her hand over her mouth as she looked at Haas and me.

  “Caleb texted me earlier,” she confessed. “I’m heading to his place now.” She looked at Haas. “Would you be able to take my Lynnie Winnie home?” she slurred.

  Fuckin’ A.

  “I’ll get a cab,” I interrupted, not wanting to give Haas any ideas. The black town car appeared and Stanley, Caleb’s usual driver, stepped out to open the door for Kennedy. I walked her to the car and hugged her good-bye.

  Pulling away, she looked at me. “Don’t get a cab, Lynnie. Let the hottie take you home. We are celebrating you tonight! Besides, when was the last time you got some, especially some that hot?”

  We both looked at Haas. I didn’t remember the last time I’d had sex—vibrating toys didn’t count. How pathetic is that?

  “Get in the car, Kenn. Call me tomorrow.”

  I closed the door be
hind her. Once the car drove away, I turned to face Haas. Biting his lower lip, he came closer to me.

  “So, can I take you home?”

  His hands flashed across my mind, and the thought of having them all over my body excited me. Kennedy was right. I was here celebrating, so why not end the night with a bang? Pun intended.

  “Yes … but your place.”

  He grabbed my hand and wrapped his arms around my body as he drew me to him and then bent me backward. His mouth invaded mine with a carnal hunger, kissing me with fervor as my body hastily submitted to him. My mouth opened, allowing him to explore, and a soft moan escaped me as my knees weakened with each stroke of his tongue.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked, pulling away from my lips and kissing my chin … my cheek … my neck.

  The wetness between my legs answered for me. “You have my panties in your pocket, Haas. Yes, I’m sure.” My knees wobbled a little with every breath I took, but I stood on my tiptoes and leaned in, bringing my lips back to his and kissing him with the fire burning deep inside of me.

  I was just sinking my hands into that perfect brown hair of his when he broke away and quickly escorted me to the back of his limo. He set his hand on my lower back as he held the door open. I didn’t make eye contact with the driver standing next to the car. I told myself this was the only one-night stand I planned on having—no need to let anyone see my face. The second he closed the door, Haas’s lips were on mine again. I tried to keep my legs closed, but he moved over, positioning himself between them. His mouth moved down my neck, and I moaned with each kiss he planted on my skin as his hands moved up my body, tracing small, enticing circles over my breasts. I leaned back on the cool leather seat and opened myself to him.

  The ache between my legs throbbed more with each passing block. Chills ran up my spine as his hands slid between my legs and up my thighs, stoking the fire within my core.

  The alcohol running through my body gave me courage, and the words that came out of my mouth were filled with need and desire. “Eat it,” I said, opening my legs wider for him and biting down on my lip for fear of rejection. I reached down between us and rubbed my clit for him, the juices on my fingers letting my hand slide easily as the buildup became unbearable.