Unsocial

by Dykes, Nicole

  I turn around slowly and face Alex, "What the hell was that?" I shout in a whisper.

  Her eyes are wide as she shakes her head. "I don't have any fucking idea. She called him Billy and didn't get a lecture. She kissed him in public and didn't get a lecture. I think she must have a spell on him. What’s that thing guys say, magic pussy."

  “Ewww, that’s gross, Alex.” But seriously, Will is the most uptight guy I have ever known. He hates bars because of the loud music, smoke, and crowds. "Okay, screw this. We need to drink, so I’m heading to the bar. Be right back.”

  "Yeah, work that dress and get us free drinks,” she orders. “Make mine strong, because I need it after witnessing that crazy shit.”

  I laugh and head up to the crowded bar. Just as I finish giving my order, I feel electricity jolt through my body and all the oxygen leaves my lungs. The noises of the club dim at the same time the lights brighten. All this because of the two strong arms circling my waist and the clean, masculine smell that I recognize as belonging to only one man, Dylan.

  Then he speaks in a gruff, sexy voice right in my ear, tightening his grip on my hips, "Miss me?"

  My mouth is dry when I turn around slowly to take him in. “Absolutely, yes,” I answer him. He leans in close enough that we share our breath which causes my breathing to speed up even more. I have only one last thought before lips meet for just the briefest of touches.

  My life is going to irrevocably change tonight.

  Chapter 23

  Dylan

  Brooke being here can’t be a coincidence. No, this is divine intervention. I spotted her heading toward the bar while half listening to Jax and a couple of the guys from the shop describe every potential New Year’s Eve take-out dish in the club, and that doesn’t mean food. Jax, being friends with douchebag Trevor, happened to get us passes back to the same club I ran into her before, where things could have gotten out of control but instead had gotten interrupted. Tonight there will be no interruptions. I slide my empty to the middle of the table and head for the bar right behind her. She’s here, I’m here, but we are leaving together. Just as soon as I figure out how. First, I must make contact. I slide up right behind her, so I know that she knows there’s a hard body crowding her and slip my arms around her tiny waist, then lean in.

  “Miss me?” I ask directly into her ear. I feel her whole body shudder against mine.

  She turns in my arms and looks up at me with eyes wide and shiny with instant recognition and surprise, “Absolutely, yes,” she whispers back. She doesn’t have to yell or try to speak above the noise of the club because I’m so focused on her that everything else around us has faded to nothing. She wants me. Just to warm her up to how I want this night to go, I lean in and buff my lips against hers. Her response is exactly what I’m looking for, she sways toward me and grasp my belt loops. “Dylan, what are you doing here?”

  "Trevor got Jax four passes for tonight, so we’re here with a couple of guys. What about you?”

  She laughs softly, “Same. He got passes for Alex and me as well.”

  I narrow my eyes, suddenly jealous and worried that he might be here. I ask, “Trevor isn't playing here tonight or anything, right?" Jesus, calm the fuck down.

  “No, he's in Chicago I think. It's just a DJ tonight, but he's pretty good."

  I nod relieved, not that I would have let that get in my way. "So are you just here with Alex?"

  She nods over to a small table where Alex is sitting, but she hasn't noticed us together yet. "Yep. So how was Christmas? Did the kids have a good time? And how was playing Santa?"

  I know Brooke loves the kids, and, trust me, I love that about her, but tonight that's not what is on my mind. Right now I just want to be me again. I pull her closer to me so she can hear me, "How about for one night we forget what we are and concentrate on who we are, just Dylan and Brooke. Two people who met here a couple of months ago but were interrupted. Tonight is our chance to finish that. Tonight, it’s just us.”

  She swallows hard, and her breath speeds up, she likes that idea. "But...”

  I put one finger to her lips, "Just us, baby. Just two people who’ve wanted to fuck the hell out of each for way too long. That’s all.”

  She smiles and nods once, "I like that idea."

  I return her smile with my own pleased one. Now I need to plan a disappearing act with her. We need to distract Alex. "Why don't you get your friend and join us over there?” I point to where Jax is sitting with two of our employees who do body work. “I'll get your drinks and meet you over there." I lean back in and nip her earlobe. “Hurry,” I urge her in a whisper.

  She slips past me and makes her way quickly through the growing crowd, and I’m admiring her determination as well as her ass in the shiny silver dress. When I catch sight of those boots, though, a really dirty plan begins forming. This is going to work. Finally, I’m going to do really bad things to Brooke.

  I get the drinks and head over to the large table where our party is still surveying the crowd and weighing all their options. Alex and Brooke walk over, and I pull out a chair for Brooke. Jax looks a little suspicious as always, but he pulls out the chair next to him for Alex. I hand Brooke her Rum and Coke, and she thanks me. She's trembling a little, but my instincts tell me it's from excitement and not fear of consequences.

  The music is loud, and we are all talking and drinking. Everyone seems to be having a good time. My mind is working overtime trying to keep up with conversation and planning how in the hell to get Brooke out of here because I can’t wait much longer. Jax has been laying it on pretty thick with Alex, and I'm pretty sure he has bigger plans tonight than fucking up my chance with Brooke. Alex seems to be eating it the fuck up, so my plan is going beautifully.

  Alex finishes her drink, and Jax stands up putting a hand on my shoulder, “Dylan and I are going for another round.” I stand up and look at Brooke’s drink which is still half full and smile because I want her sober. "You want water or anything?"

  She nods gratefully, "Yes, please."

  I follow Jax to the bar knowing he wants to give me a last-minute warning. But I’m not in the fucking mood to be lectured. We get to the bar where Jax orders Alex’s Red Bull and vodka, another beer for him, and a round of shots. I ask for two bottles of water, and when the bartender turns away to work on our order Jax asks, “So, what’s the plan?”

  Alright, this isn’t exactly what I thought he would say, but it looks like my wingman is on point tonight. His tone doesn’t have that warning that is usually part of a conversation about Brooke. Right now it’s more amused. I just go with it. "I'm going to do what you said, get her out of my system. First, I’ve got to get her out of here, and I need you to distract Alex.”

  He's nods thinking about it. "I can distract Alex. That part I'm fucking fine with, and honestly, I'm cool with you fucking Brooke. You fuck her out of your mind, and then it’s back to the old Dylan. Make sure she knows what this is or you’re fucked. But if you think for a minute that you have feelings for this girl I'm begging you to reconsider. Falling for your social worker who has the power to fuck up your whole life is not good.”

  I keep my face impassive and calm. I’m not thinking right now of anything but taking this opportunity to do what I’ve been dying to do for nearly six months. I’m not thinking social worker or client. One-night stand or relationship. All I have to give or can think about is this one night that I can have with Brooke. I’m not entertaining thoughts of some future that will never be because I know nothing about relationships or falling for someone. Jax knows this, so I don’t have a fucking clue why something like that is even on his mind.

  I don’t know what repercussions this is going to bring, and right now I don’t give two shits. Nothing is going to get in our way tonight. This is my chance to end this need I have to fuck Brooke so my life can get back to what I hope will be the new normal for Dylan Monroe. I won’t have the freedom for all the random hookups I used to have because of my hom
e situation, but I will have the freedom to take care of my needs whenever I want to. But first I’ve got to get Brooke out of my system. Until I do, I can’t think about fucking another chick. The last time I tried just made me feel like shit, and I’ve never had that feeling before. The guilty feeling was some fucked up foreign shit for me, so if I plan on being able to pick up random chicks again, I need to get fucking her out of the way first. Right now, I just want her.

  "It's just this time. You're right. Just scratching an itch, that's been there for far too long. So be a good wingman will ya?"

  He smirks, and I know he's in. He's been warning me against this, but maybe he believes this will "fix" things. Maybe he just really wants to get into Alex’s pants or both, who cares? We head back to the table, and everyone except for Brooke and I take the shots.

  Alex is watching us, but Jax is doing a pretty good job of distracting her. Brooke and I have been keeping it casual, mostly just sinking into the surroundings until we can find our way out of here. Finally the D.J.’s voice booms over the speakers, "Alright everyone, we have about an hour before midnight, and we have a guy here with a very important message for the special lady in his life.”

  A goofy-looking guy stumbles on stage, and I notice Alex and Brooke sit up for a closer look.

  Alex looks over at Brooke with wide eyes, "Holy shit! That's Will."

  Brooke nods, "I see."

  Will? Brooke’s ex-boyfriend, Will? What the fuck is he doing here? From what Brooke’s mentioned about him, he was too uptight to go to a bar.

  The DJ hands him the mic, and he speaks in the most annoying nasal tone I’ve ever heard on a grown-ass man, “Bianca, I know we’ve only known each other a short time, but I've never met anyone like you. You bring out the very best in me. I want to be the best for you forever." Holy shit, is this some kind of fucked up marriage proposal? I watch Brooke as he drops down on one knee and pulls out a huge diamond ring, "Will you marry me, my darling?"

  A fake, platinum blonde chick with huge fake tits flies up to the stage to complete this cheesy-ass proposal by squealing, "Yes, Billy, oh, yes, yes, yes!" He stands and tries to pick her up, but he fails spectacularly. Instead, they end up jumping up and down like a couple of 10-year-olds.

  Alex bursts out laughing, which causes Brooke to do the same thing. I look at Brooke, "Is that your ex?"

  Brooke is still laughing. "As embarrassing as it is to admit, yep.”

  "And you think it's funny that he just got engaged?"

  “Not as funny as it is that I actually dated him for three years.” She shakes her head, “What was I thinking?”

  Jax shakes his head, "That shit right there is fucking crazy.” He looks over at me in all seriousness, “If I ever plan something like this, please remind me of this point in time, or better yet, just shoot my ass.”

  Brooke wipes a small tear that had formed from laughing so hard then addresses me, "Sorry, it's just so bizarre. I mean this is the guy that nearly had a seizure when I left two buttons undone on my blouse because it made me look trashy.” She gestures toward the now kissing couple, who look like they need a room, and soon, “And now look who’s he marrying.”

  She and Alex starting laughing all over again. Jax watches them for a second before taking a drink of his beer, “Sounds like a real winner.”

  I can't for the life of me understand why she ever dated him in the first place, but who the fuck cares now, She isn’t jealous or upset, so that’s okay by me. She's laughing, so I'm good with that. "Sounds like you dodged a bullet."

  She breathes trying to stop laughing, "You have no idea."

  Alex holds her glass up and toasts Brooke, "Here's to ditching that loser."

  They clink their glasses together before getting up to go to the dance floor. Jax and I take a second to look at each other, shrug and follow. I need to tell Brooke the plan I came up with, and what better way than when we’re cheek to cheek. Jax keeps Alex occupied, and I dance as close to Brooke as I can without raising suspicion. I don't need Alex thinking something is going on and deciding to lecture Brooke, making her back out.

  A slow song comes on, and I pull Brooke a little closer, "So you're okay with him proposing to her?”

  She laughs a little again, "Yes, why wouldn’t I be? I have no feelings for him. I have to admit, though, part of me is just a little curious how what he sees in her."

  "Fake tits, fake tan, fake enthusiasm,…."

  She chuckles again, "Yeah, it's weird. I have no idea what even attracted him to me in the first place or vice versa. With me, he wanted this girlfriend who would devote herself 24 hours a day to being perfect and demure, and he just asked a Playboy Bunny to be his wife. I don’t even know how something like that happens.” She looks at me seriously for a moment. “You know, I had the wild-child boyfriend in high school who just wanted me to play fast and loose all the time with him. In college, I had the super-serious, law student boyfriend who wanted me to look perfect, act perfect, and be perfect while I hung proudly on his arm. I’m beginning to think I’m nobody’s type unless there’s one somewhere in the middle I don’t know about.”

  I have no idea what to say to that. I would rather not think of her as anybody’s type because that just makes me want to kick someone’s ass, and since I missed my chance to do that with Trevor, I could ruin this ex’s night and kick his. I give myself a mental shake because I’m just thinking all kinds of fucked up shit right now. “Yeah, I can’t imagine you with someone like him either.”

  "I guess he's what I thought I needed at the time to get my life under control, but I think I gave him too much control and lost some of myself.” She looks up at me teasingly. “I have just enough wild child in me to make me bad with just enough angel in me to be a good.” She bats her eyes at me and licks her lips, and my knees, I swear, my knees get weak.

  I pull her close to me, "I’m going to get real up close and personal with bad Brooke tonight. Let's get out of here."

  Her breath quickens, "Where can we go? You have kids at home, and I have a roommate?”

  “My place. Don’t worry about the kids. They’ll be asleep. And it looks like Jax has Alex occupied having a pretty damn good time. Make up a work emergency, and I'll meet you outside soon."

  She nods and I follow her back to our table. She's playing it cool, but she's anxious to get out of here. Jax and Alex are still on the dance floor, and the other guys are hitting on girls at the bar. I hand her my keys. “I drove my Camaro. Go on out there, and I’ll tell Alex you went to take a call. You text her and tell her you had to get a taxi to go to the office for a work emergency. I’ll meet you out there as soon as I can.”

  She grabs her purse and coat and slips out of the bar. After a good five or more minutes, just as I’m ready to go out of my mind, Alex and Jax walk back to the table. "Where's Brooke?"

  I lift my shoulders, "Something about a client.” I’m not lying with that answer. "Said she'd text you or something. She seemed in a hurry.” Again, not a lie.

  Jax knows I'm lying, but stays my wingman and nibbles on her ear, "Don't worry, Alex, I'll take ya home."

  She grins and then looks at me, "Are you sure she's okay?"

  I nod, "Yeah, shit is always coming up with her like this I'm sure."

  "Yeah, she's constantly being called away for work."

  There we go, she buys it. Jax pulls her in for a long kiss, so when they break apart, I stand and throw some money on the table. “Okay, you two. I’m out of here. I have kids at home to check on. Have a good New Year.” I feel victory when both of them barely acknowledge me. With as much control as I can muster, I stroll through the exit before breaking out into a jog toward my car. I open the driver’s side and notice Brooke in the seat. “You ready?”

  “Yeah,” she motions toward the passenger side with her head. “Get in, I’m driving.”

  “Uh, Brooke…” I begin.

  She shakes her head at me. “Nope, if this is going to be my only night of ‘bad
Brooke’ then I’m taking full advantage and driving this car. So, if you want me to go home with you, I suggest you get in.” She gives my ride a little gas and bites that goddamn lip.

  How can I say no to her?

  I waste not one fucking second getting around the car and into the passenger seat. Brooke puts in gear, and we are off. Fast. Now, I need to take the time here and tell you, just so you’ll understand, that no girl, ever, has driven a car of mine. That is a no, no. I love my cars. I don’t own one vehicle, motorcycle included, that’s under 90,000 dollars. And you can call me a chauvinistic jerk, but I’ve never believed a woman can handle a hot rod like a man. However, at this moment with visions of Brooke’s tight little body writhing beneath mine and later riding my cock, I don’t give two shits that she’s driving like she’s in second place in a NASCAR race and has every intention of being the one to take the checkered flag. All that means to me is that she’s hopefully as anxious to get to my house as I am. So, not a problem that she’s driving with no regard for speed limits or any other law of the road for that matter.

  We’re both quiet on the drive, and the silence only increases the sexual tension that’s almost palpable between us. When we turn on my street, I break the silence. “We’re just Dylan and Brooke tonight."

  She pulls into the drive, and I hit the button to open the garage door which she pulls into smoothly. After she puts the car in park, I lean over and give her a deep kiss before pulling away. I reach for the keys and turn off the rumbling engine. “Stand in front of the Runner. Everything off except those boots,” I order. Her eyes widen, but she obeys.

  Hell yeah.

  I watch her cross slowly in front of me to stop in front of that fucking car that’s been haunting me for a week, ever since the last time I had her in her and across the hood. Tonight, we’re finishing this fantasy. I reach into the glove box and grab several condoms. Probably ambitious on my part, but oh. The fuck. Well. Not wrapping my shit up before sex is never going to be an option.