“Hey! I was just going to call you,” she shouts into the phone.
“Hey, yourself. Why were you going to call me? And, where are you?” I can barely hear her over the background noise.
“I’m at Rowdy J’s, that new nightclub that’s being advertised everywhere. It’s the opening night, you should come down. Drinks are half price all night and they’ve got a band playing that sounds pretty good.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll be there within the hour.”
She squeals. “Text me when you get here, I’ll meet you out front.”
I press end and quickly get dressed into my dress, then I spend about forty minutes doing my hair and makeup. I blow-dry my hair, leaving it loose and looking slightly windswept and just-out-bed messy. I go with sexy and smoky for my eyes and I chose a red lip gloss to match my shoes. Taking a small red clutch from my purse hanger and fill it with my i.d, some cash, my credit card, my phone, my lip gloss and a stick of gum. Time to go.
I make my way quickly down the stairs and through the maze of hallways before I come to the front entrance. It really is grandiose. It’s all shiny marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Off to my right is the formal living and dining room – my father uses them simply to entertain business associates. While this area of the house is beautiful, it doesn’t have the homey feel that the rest of the house does. My father has always been very strict when it comes to keeping certain aspects of his life separate. His main rule has always been no one other than family is ever allowed on the second and third floors of the house. That’s our home and they’re not welcome up there – ever.
Once I step off the carpeted stairs, my heels clack across the marble as I make my way out.
“What the fuck?” His voice almost causes me to stumble, but I keep walking, pretending I didn’t hear a thing.
I pull down the gold colored handle on our elaborate mahogany wood door and step outside.
“Miss Harlow,” our driver, Pierre, nods his greeting to me as I descend the six stairs and make my way toward him.
“Hi, Pierre,” I smile as I slide into the leather seats. Closing the door, he rounds the hood and starts the Bentley. Just as we’re pulling away from the house, I look through the dark tinted, bullet-proof windows, and see Beau burst out the front door. I see him scowl at the car and then we round the trees surrounding the drive and I can see him no longer.
Well, fuck him. He’s got no right to be pissed.
Fuck. Him.
**
Almost an hour later, Pierre pulls the car to the front of Rowdy J’s and opens my door. I sent Calista a text about ten minutes ago, so she should be out here waiting for me. People line the sidewalk, all waiting for a chance to get inside on opening night. I walk up past the red velvet rope, to a security manning the door.
“Back of the line, ma’am,” he orders, boredom evident in his tone.
“Oh, stop it, Jelly,” Calista scolds, walking up behind him and smacking him on the top of the arm.
“Thought I told you not to call me that in public,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Sorry,” she rolls her eyes. “She’s with me, Rocco.”
“When I’m working, you call me Trigger. We talked about this, Calista.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Go through,” he sighs, opening the rope for me to walk inside.
“Who is that?” I ask, looking back over my shoulder. The guy is gorgeous! Tall – really tall, and built like God. Wide shoulders underneath his crisp black suit, wide forehead with a strong, chiseled jaw and full lips. Brown eyes with flecks of gold, making them appear warm.
“Oh,” she shakes her hand, dismissively and sips her drink. “That’s Rocco, he lived next door when I was growing up. He’s my brother’s best friend.”
“Cool.” I link my arm through hers and we walk into the bar. The music is pumping and the place is packed. Looking around, the bar area surrounds three walls, similar to a U shape. In the center, there’s a range of different tables – high, low, small, large – and people are filling them all. There are lounge chairs as well, and the main color theme is white, red and black. The floor is shiny black, the table tops are white, and the chairs are red. Crystal chandeliers and illuminated lanterns are scattered around the ceiling.
“Our table is this way,” Calista says, pointing left. I follow her through the crowd and into a smaller, more exclusive room. There are only about thirty people spaced throughout the room. It’s decorated the same as the other room, except all the chairs are lounges and the tables are low, like coffee tables.
We each take a seat and Calista waves the waiter over to us. Calista is the daughter of a New York senator and a doctor. While she grew up living a sheltered, spoiled life – much like me – she’s nothing like you would expect. She’s fun, funny, beautiful, caring, loud, obnoxious (sometimes) and most importantly, she’s loyal. Tonight she’s all dolled up in a tight, dark blue bandage dress with a V so deep down the middle her small boobs are nearly busting out. Her blonde hair is curled loosely and she’s got the attention of almost every guy in the room.
“Two Cosmopolitans, please,” she orders our regulars. The waiter walks off and she turns to me. “You look hot!”
“Thanks,” I laugh. “So do you. How did you find out about this place?”
“Jelly’s friend is the owner and he sent me a VIP pass. I’m so glad you could come out tonight. I’ve missed you, and we haven’t had nearly enough time together since you got back.”
“I know. I’ve missed you, too. I guess I’ve just been preoccupied with Dad.” And Beau.
“Speaking of, how is your dad?”
“He’s doing okay, I think. Cancer is in an inconvenience to him, you know?” I shake my head and roll my eyes.
“Yeah, if anyone could treat cancer like a pain in his ass, it would be your dad,” she agrees, knowing how my dad is. Waving to the waiter again, she orders us two tequila shots each, with lime.
“We need to catch up properly. We could do brunch tomorrow? Shopping, pedicure? You can fill me in on what’s been happening between you and Beau since you got back,” she grins and winks.
I scoff. “Nothing is going on between me and Beau Diesel.” I throw back both my shots in quick succession, before sucking the life out of the wedge of lime.
She looks at me and like only a best friend can, she sees straight through my bullshit.
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow,” she gives me a pointed look. “Right now, you need to drink up, Princess, because I want to dance.”
I throw back the rest of my drink and we walk out onto the floor. The VIP dancing area is much more intimate than the main dance floor, it’s a smaller space, but there are less people, so it’s not so bad. We find a place and begin to sway our hips to the music. I get lost in the words, my hands travel up and down my sides as my body moves. My eyes are closed and my whole body is relaxed as I let the rhythm overtake me.
We’ve been dancing for about four songs, when I feel a pair of hands on my hips. I open my eyes and see Calista not far from me, with her tongue down some guy’s throat. I relax back into the guy behind me and begin to move against him. I can feel his erection digging into my ass, and I decide to break away from him. I stop moving and attempt to walk out of his grasp, but his fingers dig into my hips and pull me back against him. That’s when a waft of his scent hits my nostrils – cologne mixed with the natural earthy scent of a man and a hint of sweat. Beau fucking Diesel. I turn abruptly in his arms and scowl.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap.
He smirks, which makes him looks hotter, and that makes me madder.
“Get lost, Beau.” I turn and try to walk away, but he loops an arm around my waist and pulls me towards a small corridor. Entering the first door, he closes it behind him and presses me firmly into the wall. It’s dark, so I don’t know what kind of room we’re in – an office, maybe? A storage room?
“Had a hard on since I
saw you leave the house wearing this fucking dress.” His lips hit mine and I kiss back with as much passion as he’s giving. My arms leave my side to thread through his hair, pulling him closer to me. He grinds his pelvis against me, and I whimper.
“Beau,” I whimper, as he lifts my leg to rest around his hips. Tracing his hand up the inside of my thigh, his fingers find my barely-there lace thong.
“Fuck me,” he growls. Then, he tears my thong in two. I gasp and my eyes widen when he tucks the material into his pocket. I hear his breath hiss as his fingers find my wetness.
“Always so fucking wet for me, Duchess.”
My back arches and I moan, long and deep, as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of me.
“Please,” I beg, desperately needing his cock inside me, because I’m stupid like that. I’m a glutton for punishment. His fingers leave me and his cock fills me in one smooth motion.
“Yes,” I cry out as he takes me roughly.
“You’re like a fucking drug….can’t get enough,” Beau chants as he thrusts into me furiously.
My body tightens around him and I bite down on his shoulder as my orgasm erupts through my body. His thrusts quicken and then he stills. He groans, and I feel his cock begin to throb as he empties himself inside me.
Knowing the moment will end, I kiss him. Slow and lazy. My tongue tangles with his and I sigh when he pulls back.
“FUCK!” He explodes. I jump when his fist slams into the wall beside me. Then he opens the door and stalks out of the room, leaving me feeling confused, but not at all surprised.
I fix my dress and comb my fingers through my hair. Then, I make my way back out to the dance floor, pretending nothing is wrong, when really, I’m dying inside.
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No Turning Back (Full Circle #1)
By Casey Peeler
Prologue
July 20, 2012
My body feels like it is about to turn to complete mush as I place my wet swimsuit into my locker after practice. I brush my hair and grab my bag as I head home.
"Oh shit, Dylan! You scared the hell outta me!" I yell, walking out of the locker room at the Grassy Pond Aquatic Center (GPAC). Dylan grabs my arms and pulls me into the closest corner and kisses me with lust, force, and desire. He has the perfect body, perfect hands, perfect mouth, just damn near perfect minus the control he has on me. He’s like a bad habit I can’t break, my own form of crack. Once I got one taste of him, I had to have more. I’m freakin’ strung out on Dylan Sloan. The only problem is my parents don’t like him, but they know the more they push, the closer I drive straight into his arms. It takes every ounce of strength I have to keep his smoldering lips off mine.
"Stop. If Coach sees us, then we'll have to work double time tomorrow."
"Seriously, Charley, ya gotta loosen up."
"I’m not kidding, Dylan. I got a lot riding on this sport, and you do, too!"
"All right, just one more kiss." I kiss him slowly and gently, but it leaves me craving more.
"There's a party tonight at Trent’s on the West Side. You’re going with me. I'll pick ya up around seven."
"You know my parents aren't going to let me stay out late. Maybe I can see what Piper’s up to; maybe she can cover for me?" I say with a wink.
"I like the way your brain works.” He slaps me playfully on the ass as we walk to our cars.
"Just text me the plan. I can't wait to see you tonight." He kisses me one more time before I get into my Honda and text Piper before heading home.
Me: U got plans 2nite?
Piper: Heard there’s a party on West Side.
Me: Dylan wants me to go with him & I need
cover
Piper: U got it, might see u there Justin txt me
earlier
Me: Ur the best, I'll fill you in on the night
Tomorrow:)
I turn on the dirt road that leads to our farm. Knowing I’m about to lie to my parents, I put on my game face as I approach our old farmhouse. I notice my mom and dad are loading up the Chevy 2500HD and cow trailer. That’s weird. I cut off the car, grab my swim bag and walk toward the truck.
“What y’all doing?” I ask my mom.
“Your dad just got a call that the cows need to be at the sale in Athens by 6 a.m. tomorrow.”
“Are you serious? That’s like what five hours away or somethin’.”
“Charley, I know it seems crazy for us to go that far on such short notice, but they are paying big down there. Tessa is working and going to Kim’s for the night. I figured you could stay here and keep an eye on the farm. We should be back late tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I can do that. Y’all need me to help ya finish loading up?” Seriously, how did I manage not to have to lie about my plans tonight?
“Nah, we’re good. Just make sure you go check on the goats near Cash’s. Joker keeps jumping the fence,” Dad says.
“All right, love y’all and be careful.” I give Mama and Dad a hug, go into the house and squeal like a giddy schoolgirl while doing a happy dance. Never in a million years would they let me stay out late at a party with Dylan if they were home, and they sure wouldn’t leave me alone if they knew that was the plan for tonight.
Me: Parents gone tonight no need for cover,
see ya at 7
Dylan: Ur j/k right?
Me: Nope :)
Dylan: Plans just might have to change…
Me: Ur not getting lucky
Dylan: :(
Me: U know I’m not that way
Dylan: Maybe I can change ur mind… see you
at 7
Me: XOXO
I go into the house, grab a Choice Cherry Gold, pop the top and look for a bite to eat. I’m starved! I scan the fridge and notice that Mama has left a chicken pie for us to eat. I fix my plate and scarf it down. All I know is if Coach keeps up these two-a-day practices, I don’t know if I’ll be standing at the end of the summer. Oh crap. I gotta text Piper.
Me: No rents tonight, no cover, thanks girlie :)
Piper: Really??
Me: Yup! D thinks he’s getting lucky tonight lol
Piper: LMAO! He should know better. Call me
later
I look at the clock, and it’s almost 5:30. I better get a move on. I’ve gotta get all this chlorine outta my hair. I turn on the radio to my favorite country station, crank up the volume, and make my way to the bathroom to get ready. I use my most favorite scent in the world, Aruba Coconut. I decide that I need to look beyond hot tonight for Dylan. I know exactly what I’m wearing—Miss Me Jeans, a hot pink tube top and a black bow stretch belt. Heck, I decide to ditch my boots tonight for black wedges.
As I get ready, I look into the mirror. If I’m going to look hot for Dylan tonight, I have to do something a little different. I add my eyeliner a little darker to my light blue eyes, apply just enough shadow, blush, and bronzer to my porcelain skin, and finish my look with berry-colored lipstick. If I’m the girl on his arm, then I need it to look like we’re a match made in heaven. With that thought, I decide to roll my hair to give it extra body and a totally sexy look.
As I wait for the curler to cool, I can’t help but think about the first time Dylan asked me out. It was right after the state swim meet. We both placed first in our events. Our relays were in the top two, and Dixon High was State Champions. We were screaming with excitement. The next thing I knew Dylan was hugging me and looking at me with those eyes. I knew he was bad news. He was a love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy, but I didn’t care. He chose me, and I chose him. And for some reason, he had never pushed the sex issue. I just didn’t do that kinda thing, and I was upfront about that from the beginning. He was everything I liked in a guy— tall, short dark chocolate brown hair, a hot body that doesn’t leave much to the imagination in a Speedo, washboard stomach, tattoos, and as competiti
ve as me. His only downfall is his possessiveness of me.
I’m ready by 6:45 and decide to watch a little CMT. I hear the exhaust of his Black 2011 Mustang coming down the drive. Why am I so nervous tonight? I leave on the porch light and head to the car. As I get in, Dylan looks at me.
“What?!” I say with a smile because I know exactly why he is looking at me with those eyes.
“Damn, Charley, are you trying to kill me?”
“I just wanna look good for ya.” I give him a soft, sweet kiss and then we head down the dirt road on the way to the party.
We make our way to town and arrive at Trent’s on the West Side. Dylan hops out and grabs his cooler from the trunk. I check my makeup in the visor mirror and get out as well. Dylan grabs my hand and gives me a look like he’s up to something.
“D, what are you up to?” I say with my hands on my hips.
“Nothing, I just want us to have a good time tonight.”
“You know we will,” I say with a smile. Dylan walks beside me, and I lace my fingers into his as we walk into Trent’s.
Since I’ve been with Dylan, I’ve experienced a lot of drinking and partying, as well as first, second, and third base. He wants a homerun, but I’m just not ready for that. I want to make sure the person is the one. I want my own fairytale, and before I take a relationship to that level, I want to know it’s forever.
The first thing I notice when we enter the house is there is more than the usual crowd here. I see a ton of people that are older than me, but it is summer and most people haven’t gone back to college at this point. Dylan takes me into the kitchen and places our cooler in the corner. I grab a Fatty Natty and take a swig. Yuck! Dylan keeps me close to him as we head over to talk to Trent. I don’t necessarily enjoy these parties, hence the beer, but Dylan is expected to be here. He is Mr. Popular at Dixon High, and like a magnet, all the girls and teachers fall at his feet. It amazes me how a guy can just walk into the room and have all the girls swarm to him. What makes me smile is that fact that I know I’m the one he loves and treasures.
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