Wasted Love

by Danielle Jamie

  Spinning on my heels, I head back into my room and pull out my trusty rabbit. “Looks like you’re the only action I’m going to be getting this morning.”

  I really wish Jax would’ve stayed last night. I know if he’d let me do all the dirty things I was doing in my dreams last night, we could have given Savannah and Kayden a run for their money.

  That man seems like he’s going to make me work to get him into bed. I wonder if it’s the whole working for Kayden thing that’s making him act disinterested?

  I don’t know if he’s worried that if we hook-up, things will get weird or complicated between us; if so, that’s the last thing he needs to be worried about. I’m the most easygoing chick he’ll ever know. I understand the difference between love and sex. I am not one of those chicks who confuses a hot one-night stand with falling in love. I’m far from it.

  I’m focused on my dreams right now; not finding love.

  Time will tell if all we can be is just friends. There are plenty of other hot men in Texas, so I’m bound to find one who can help me relieve some stress before I fly back to Vancouver on Monday.

  After Kayden had gone to work, Savannah and I went for a run and surprisingly ran into our new neighbors, Zak and Jacob–who, by the way, are freaking gorgeous and sadly gay.

  Total bummer.

  They seem really nice, and we told them we’d try to get together this evening for a much-needed night out. I’ve been working nonstop for the last week and am in desperate need of some fun.

  Savannah and I spent the afternoon having lunch and checking out gyms in the area. I had fun checking out the guys in the gym. I normally avoid hooking up with them; they’re, usually, overcompensating for a tiny penis with their big muscles.

  We successfully found a gym we both liked that has a great kickboxing class, marking one more thing off our list of things to do since moving here. Being a stunt double is a tough job, so I need to keep my butt in shape. I need to make sure I’m at my best physically because it’s very easy for the studio to replace you with another actress who’s more than willing to take your place.

  When we got back to the beach house, Zak and Jacob were on the beach playing volleyball. Savannah and I changed quickly, then joined them on the beach for a few games. It was a nice way to pass the time while we waited for Kayden to get off work.

  Savannah had talked to him earlier today about going out with our new neighbors. Kayden told her he would be renting a limo for the evening, and he would also invite his best friend Braxton, who's a running back for the Houston Texans, and his girlfriend Mya. I guess the plan is for us to go out to eat across the road from Pleasure Pier, and then walk over to the pier to do some carnival rides and games. After that, we’ll walk down to the Sea Wall and find a bar to hang out in before calling it a night.

  If all goes well, I’ll be finding myself a hot Texas boy to show me a good time tonight at the bar–and in the bedroom.

  I’m finishing up getting ready for the night. Savannah let me know that Kayden will be here within the next twenty minutes, so I don’t have much time. I just finished blow drying and curling my hair. It’s going to be hot dancing tonight, so I opt for an updo. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I spray my curls one more time with hairspray.

  I slip on a pair of skinny jeans and my new stiletto cowgirl boots; I’m so rocking the country girl look and pulling it off with the perfect blend of L.A. chic. Digging in my oversized purse, I pull out my favorite Victoria’s Secret pink shimmer lip gloss that I cannot live without. I add a thin coating to my lips and pucker up to myself in the mirror.

  Perfect, I think to myself as I blow a kiss at the mirror. I’m a dork, I know–but hey, life is too short, and I refuse to take it too seriously. You have to enjoy every day and embrace each moment.

  I finish my makeup with blush and eyeliner. Adding the final touch with my fake eyelashes and a thin coating of mascara, I’m good to go.

  Doing a once-over in front of my full-length mirror, I rest my hands on my hips and nod at my reflection. I look hot. The guys are going to be throwing themselves at me, like usual. I’ve thought about Jax a few times today, but sadly he is off tonight and will not be joining us. It looks like I’ll have to save my Aussie Seduction mission for another day.

  Walking across the room to my vanity, I decide to accessorize more. So, I slip on some chunky gold bracelets to go with my gold satin top, and I’m ready to get out of here.

  Jacob and Zak came over and waited for Kayden with me and Savannah. We got the party started early, each doing a shot or two before loading the limo to dinner. I’m excited to go out to Fish Tales. That place has the best seafood in Galveston, and I just love the chill, beachy vibe it has.

  Hopefully, Mya is a fun girl. Since I’m constantly traveling, it’d be nice to have another friend here for Savannah. You never know with those football girlfriends; some I’ve met at parties in L.A. were the snobbiest bitches you’d ever meet.

  Kayden told us she’s cool. They’ve all been friends since elementary school, so I’m crossing my fingers that tonight is a blast.

  Chapter Four

  Dinner at Fish Tales was amazing, and Pleasure Pier was a blast. We walked down Seawall Boulevard for a few minutes and decided we’d stop in a bar, Club Drip. We had the limo take Braxton and Mya home early because she was extremely sick, and puking her guts out. All the alcohol and food she consumed at Fish Tales didn’t mix well with the roller coaster rides at Pleasure Pier.

  I felt bad they had to leave, because, much to my surprise; she was really sweet and fun. We had a blast dancing around in the limo on the way to dinner. She wasn’t shy at all and got along with me and Savannah immediately. Braxton was just as sweet and funny as he was the day we met him. It was last Sunday, my first night here, when Kayden took me and Savannah out to dinner to the steak house Braxton owns.

  That poor guy has a crazy ass phobia of stuffed animals, and we got a kick out of torturing him with the stuff Kayden won for Savannah at the pier. Kayden and Savannah are like two teenagers; they haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other. I constantly caught him smacking her ass or pulling her against him for a kiss. It’s so sweet, but being surrounded by all these couples tonight has kind of sucked. I couldn’t help but feel like a third wheel.

  I need to find myself a man tonight. This being alone crap is for the damn birds.

  Club Drip is pretty awesome. It reminds me of the smaller clubs in Los Angeles. There’s bottle service, and the waitresses are all dressed in tight corsets and mini leather skirts. The place is packed, and it’s still pretty early for a Friday night.

  We’re all seated in the back of the club in a big booth area because Kayden ran into a few friends here.

  The guys are now fully engulfed in football talk, which is putting me to sleep. Grabbing Savannah’s wrist, I yell, “Let’s dance!” to her over the music and people talking, then tug on her wrist and pull her away before she has a chance to protest.

  “Okay. Let’s go dance!” she says, laughing and glancing over her shoulder at Kayden, who immediately spots us leaving. “We’re going to dance for a bit!” she shouts at him before blowing him a kiss.

  Kayden winks at her and yells back, “Okay, babe. Have fun.” He then goes back to his football conversation that he and his buddies all find so interesting.

  “Y’all going to join us?” Savannah asks, looking from Zak to Jacob, who are both sitting with Kayden’s friends. Zak is fully engulfed in the conversation, but Jacob looks disinterested.

  Nodding, Jacob nudges Zak with his elbow, “Let’s go dance.”

  They stand and follow close behind us as we make our way through the club towards the dance floor.

  The dance floor is made of two small dance floors side by side. It isn’t the biggest, but it’s enough room to have a good time. I lace my right hand with Savannah’s left and start swaying to the beat of Take it Off, by Ke$ha. Letting the music consume us, we beam at each other as we
bounce around and dance to the hypnotic beat that’s bumping out of the large speakers. We’re so close to the speakers; I can feel the music vibrating in my body, which only energizes me more.

  Lacing our other hands together, we hold them in the air as we sashay our hips and jump to the beat. I love dancing, but I love dancing with my best friend even more because we just let loose and have fun.

  Jacob and Zak are dancing beside us with a tall, hot, all-legs blonde between them. I love how even though they’re gay, they are sexy as hell and don’t mind flaunting it and flirting it up with chicks.

  This girl is eating up the attention.

  I wonder if they’re into threesomes?

  My thoughts are altered when I feel a tall, hard body press up behind me. Two strong hands slowly slide along my sides, gripping my hips. Glancing down, I spot two full-sleeve tattoos.

  Tattoos are my weakness.

  I glance up at Savannah, my wing girl, and wait for the signal; we always warn one another if a sleazeball tries to get all handsy on the dance floor.

  Savannah flashes me a killer grin and a wink, our signal for ‘he’s yummy, so go for it.’

  Hell-Freaking-Yeah. Mama needs some lovin’ tonight–especially after that hot ass performance from Savannah and Kayden this morning. I’m still all worked up!

  Spinning around, I glance up to get my first look at Mr. Tattoos. Because he is smoking hot, all I can say is Damn!

  He looks to be just less than six feet tall, with short black hair that is slightly spiked on top in a careless way. It's like he just ran some product through his hair before heading out the door. He has black, one-inch gauge earrings in his ears and tattoos that cover his neck and both arms. I don’t know about the rest of his body, but if all goes well, I’ll be seeing what artwork is hiding under the tight black T-shirt he’s wearing.

  His arms are ripped and look as if the sleeves of his tee will split in two if he flexes his bicep. After taking in the breathtaking artwork of skulls, flames, and rose tattoos that cover his arms and blend together perfectly across his skin, I slowly slide my gaze up to his face and our eyes lock. They look to be hazel, but it’s hard to tell in the club lighting…whatever color they are, his eyes are magnetically pulling me into him. My gaze drifts down his face, stopping at his lips. He has a hoop earring in the bottom left side of his lip that is sparkling in the strobe lights.

  He gives me a mischievous grin as he snakes his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. Smiling back up at him, I clamp my bottom lip between my teeth, fighting the urge to suck that lip ring into my mouth.

  I wonder what other piercings this man has?

  We don’t speak; we just move to the beat of the music as our bodies grind against each other. I feel my body tingling with the intense need to be fucked by him. It’s impossible to ignore the sexual charge between us. I can feel it intensifying with every passing second.

  A few girls try to cut in after grinding behind him, but each time he shifts his body, giving them the signal to move on, that he’s not interested. How could they not want to be all over him? He’s a living, naughty dream standing before me.

  Every girl dreams of spending a night with a tatted-up bad boy, and this man screams trouble. I recognize the intense gaze in his eyes because I have the same; we’re both looking for a good kind of trouble.

  With the heat radiating out of his eyes, his stare is melting me where I stand.

  He wants to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck him.

  Lacing my fingers behind his neck, I pull him down to me. I lean up on my toes, pressing my lips to his ear as I try to talk to him over the music.

  “What do you say we get out of here?” I ask before leaning back and searching his face.

  Pulling away from me, he slides his hand away from my hip and reaches for my hand. “I was just about to ask you the same thing. Your place or mine, beautiful?” he asks as he leads me towards the exit.

  It only takes me a second to answer, “Yours.”

  I’ll let the lovebirds have the beach house all to themselves tonight, and I’ll worry about outdoing their performance from this morning another night. Right now, all I care about is finally having a good fuck. It’s been way too long, and my vibrator just ain’t cutting it.

  I need to feel the touch of a man’s mouth on every inch of my body. Plus, looking at this guy, I can tell his body language screams, I’m going to fuck you hard and dirty.

  Which is exactly what I’m looking for.

  Never letting go of my hand, we push our way through the crowd and within seconds we’re stepping out into the brisk night air. Turning, he grips my hips and pins me against the building and stares down at me. As his eyes search mine, his breathing increases.

  After a few moments, he finally speaks. His voice is deep and raspy, with a slight drawl. It’s the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard; pure male sexiness at its finest.

  “So beautiful, you got a name?” he asks, with amusement in his words.

  I let out a small giggle as I realize we haven’t even introduced ourselves yet. I got all caught up in the moment, and I didn’t even think to ask him what the hell his name was.

  Pressing my hands against the cool building to brace myself, I tilt my head up at him and with a small grin tell him, “Brooklyn.”

  “Hmm…you look like a Brooklyn,” he says matter-of-factly while fingering the curls in my ponytail.

  With him this close, I’m overpowered by his scent. I don’t recognize it, but it smells dangerous and delicious–just like the man wearing it.

  “I’ve been told that a time or two,” I joke as I lift my right hand and fist his T-shirt, tugging on it gently. “So now that you know mine…are you going to tell me yours?”

  Leaning in a little closer, he tells me in his raspy voice, “Xander…and by the end of the night, I don’t doubt that my name will be permanently embedded into your brain.”

  A shiver travels down my spine as I take in a deep breath of air.

  “And why is that?” I ask, but I already know the answer to this question.

  Letting out a low chuckle, he cups the side of my face before leaning down and pressing a hard, rough kiss to my lips. The instant his tongue slips into my mouth, my lady parts explode with excitement as I feel a tongue ring slide across my tongue.

  The contrast of the softness of his lips kissing me roughly, and the feeling of his lip and tongue ring teasing my mouth are making my body tingle from my head to my toes. I ache to feel his mouth and tongue ring pleasuring every single inch of my body.

  I fist the back of his shirt and moan into his mouth. He kisses me harder, pinning me between the building and his hard, toned body. As fast as our kiss started, it ends, leaving me breathless and my lips begging to be kissed like that again.

  “Wow,” I say, in almost a whisper.

  He slides the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, then flashes me a cocky smirk and says, “‘Wow’ is right. I’m definitely ready to get the hell outta here…and I think you already know the answer to your question.”

  He’s right. I know I’ll go hoarse from shouting his name. I doubt I’ll ever forget this guy.

  “Well. Aren’t you sure of yourself? I am brutally honest, and I won’t fake it–no matter how fucking hot you are. So I expect you to back up these words of confidence.”

  Xander’s mouth drops open momentarily before snapping shut. “Duly noted,” he says, then smacks my ass and lets out a low growl.

  Fuck. That’s hot.

  Cupping his crotch, he grabs the semi-hard dick bulging in his dark jeans. “Believe me, baby. There will be no fakin’ needed.”

  Well, then.

  “Well, I’ll just have to see about that,” I tell him as I pull my phone out of my back pocket. It’s blasting “Only Prettier”, by Miranda Lambert, Savannah’s ring and text tone on my phone.

  We have a major girl crush on her.

  Savannah:

  Hey girly, just wanted
2 check up on u. IDK if ur coming back with us, or leaving with the hottie from earlier?

  “I hope that isn’t your boyfriend trying to find you?” Xander says, taking a step towards me and grabbing my waist to pin me back against the wall.

  Shaking my head no, I try to shake away the naughty thoughts flashing through my mind. I’ve never wanted to be fucked outside in public so badly in my life. Being arrested for indecent exposure would be so worth it. On second thought, that’s not the best way to kick off living in a new place. So I refrain from ripping his clothes off.

  “Nah. I don’t do the boyfriend thing. Too much drama. Plus, men are like food to me; if I ate the same thing every day for the rest of my life, I’d get sick of it. I like to keep things fresh and new.”

  “Well, I like the way this pretty mind of yours thinks because there’s no way I’m turning back now.”

  Rolling my eyes, I hold my phone up to him. “It’s my best friend, Savannah. She’s inside with her boyfriend and just wanted to see if I needed a ride home with them. I’m going to text her, letting her know I’m leaving with you; then we can go.”

  Leaning down, he pressed his lips against my neck and bites on it gently. “Good. Because even if you did, I was not letting you go anywhere but home with me,” he murmurs against my cool skin, instantly making me flush red hot.

  “Really? What if he was, like, seven feet tall and four hundred pounds? With the ability to kill you with one punch? Would I be worth it then?”

  Xander’s eyes grow dark as they scan my body before stopping back on mine again. “The chance to fuck this,” he says, running his hands down my body before stopping on my ass and pulling me against his now fully hard erection, “would be worth the risk.”

  This man is one smooth talker. He could talk any girl out of her clothes in a matter of seconds!

  Releasing me from his grasp, he runs down the stairs to the parking lot with his steel toe boots banging forcefully against the wood beneath him. Following him, I quickly type a text to Savannah.

  Me: