Taming Dex

by Zoey Derrick

  I reply back.

  Raine: Here, safe and sound, in the bar.

  Her reply is almost instant, indicated by the three little dots in the bubble.

  Cami: That bad?

  I snort a laugh.

  “Something funny, sweetheart?” I jolt at the sound of Dex’s voice and look up to meet a pair of steel grey eyes penetrating me. Next to him are another set of gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

  “Depends. I think it’s funny.” I smirk and turn back to my phone.

  Raine: LOL, not yet, but we’ll see.

  I press send just as the waitress arrives with my drink. I take it from her and before she has a moment to straighten and turn to Dex, I down my drink. It freezes my esophagus on the way down, compliments of the ice bath it got before being poured. “Oomph,” I grumble and hand her back the glass.

  “Another?”

  “Please.”

  The waitress nods and leaves with Dex and Beck’s orders.

  “Aren’t you guys going with Mouse and Peacock?” I ask. There is an edge to my voice that I didn’t intend to come out, but Dex running off moments after meeting me told me all I needed to know. This is, and always will be, a one way attraction.

  “Nah, the scenery is better here,” he says pointedly looking at me, then I watch his eyes dart around the room.

  And let’s just drive the nail home. “Very nice. Well…” I stand up and continue, “I was saving your seats just in case. Enjoy your evening.” I skirt Dex, heading toward the bar. A hand grabs my elbow and ice freezes my veins and locks me down completely. I don’t move. I know his intention isn’t malicious, but I cannot help my body’s reaction. He lets go and fire replaces ice.

  “Stay?” I hear him ask.

  “Good night, gentlemen.” I walk away from them and go straight for the bar, capturing the waitress’s attention as I take a seat on the opposite side. I can see him and Beck, but barely, which is fine by me.

  I watch as they both take a seat, the waitress brings me my drink and then immediately takes them theirs. From where I’m sitting I can see just enough to not make it obvious that I’m looking in their direction. I watch as the waitress shows me her ass and Dex her best assets. I watch as he takes his beer from her and smiles flirtatiously at her. “That fucker,” I breathe.

  “I’m sorry, what?” the guy next to me says and I turn to look at him. Well, Dex was right about something, the scenery sure is nice in here. I strike up a conversation with Mr. Stranger In a Suit and do my best to ignore the two men I just left. I idly entertain the idea that with enough alcohol, I can throw all my inhibitions to the wind and sleep with some random stranger.

  Then I feel eyes burning into the side of my head from across the room and I am reminded of what a one-night stand with Mr. Stranger In a Suit will do to me tomorrow.

  I can’t help but wonder what Dex’s problem truly is. I mean, he’s looked me up and down, made a point about better scenery and looked as though it pained him to look away from me. He wasn’t exactly flirtatious with me, but I can’t help wondering if there isn’t something more to him. I frown and go back to Mr. Stranger in a Suit.

  What the fuck is she doing?

  Why the fuck do you care?

  I shake my head and pull my attention back to the blonde bimbo in front of me. Jesus, talk about hypocritical. Now to ditch the bitch.

  “Thanks for the drinks, love. I’m sure you have other tables to service.”

  She takes my hint. “I’ll be back with more beer.”

  “Thanks,” Beck tells her and she leaves.

  “What a fucked up night this is going to be.”

  “Wanna go someplace else?” Beck asks.

  I rub my eyes. “Nah, but go if you want,” I tell him.

  “You know I can’t leave you down here.”

  “Then fucking call someone to replace you. You don’t have to babysit me. Take the night off, go find your own piece of ass.”

  He snorts.

  “When was the last time you got some?” I ask.

  “Too fucking long ago.”

  “No wonder you’re such a prick.”

  He laughs again and finishes his beer. It doesn’t take us both very long before we’re staring back at Raine like idiots. Watching her flirt with the guy next to her. She’s smiling and laughing. What the fuck is wrong with me? If I want her, all I have to do is put on a smile and she’ll be spread eagled under me, taking my cock hard and fast. My cock hardens again. If I keep this up, I’m going to end up with a serious case of blue balls.

  When the waitress returns with more beers, I order more and something special on the side.

  Ten minutes later, Beck and I are both drooling as we watch Raine savor the taste of my something special on the side. When she received the drink, she raised it to us. Watching that woman taste alcohol is something else entirely. Watching her eyes roll up into her head as she takes in the succulent flavor of a Caramel Apple Martini. I start to count how many drinks I’ve seen her have. She’s up to number five or six and she looks like she hasn’t touched a drop. Lucky bitch. I’m starting to feel the twelve or so beers I’ve had so far.

  When she’s done with her drink she smiles at us and goes right back to talking to the dumbass next to her. So much for that plan.

  Within another ten minutes, three girls have joined us on the couch. Beck and I have no trouble whatsoever engaging in conversation with them. Ironically enough, none of them seem to know who I am, and I take complete comfort in that. The one chick - yup, don’t ask her name - is very flirty with me and I take to her quickly. The other two girls are flirting very nicely with Beck who is enjoying their company.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Raine stand up from the bar. She sways a little and the guy in the suit steadies her by grabbing her elbow and once again, she locks up. I wonder what that’s all about but I don’t get to dwell on it before my attention is brought back to the redhead half sitting on my lap. She’s subtly grinding her ass against my thigh, my already hard cock throbs that much harder and I try to capture Beck’s attention. Our waitress does that for me by coming back to the table, only this time she has a glass of amber liquid with ice rattling around.

  “This is from the lady, the one you were buying drinks for earlier,” she says with a little bit of a sneer. Shit.

  Without any warning, the waitress dumps the drink over my head at the same moment Raine saunters past me, laughing. The woman on my lap jumps up and ice cold Crown slides over my head, down my shoulders and chest. “Fuck,” I growl.

  I scowl at the waitress who is working overly hard on not laughing. I catch Beck’s shocked expression but he too is fighting a laugh.

  “Excuse me, ladies,” I say and stand. Beck is hot on my heels. Rather than going to the men’s room, I follow Raine out of the bar and to the elevator of the hotel. I keep my distance and I can still hear her laughing softly at her little stunt. I hold Beck back. I want to time this just right. Not giving her an escape. Beck will be with me the whole time and I take a little comfort in that.

  Surprisingly, I’m not pissed at her for her stunt. No, I’m so fucking turned on that it is going to take everything I have not to fuck her in the elevator on the way up. She wants to fucking play ball. Let’s fucking play ball.

  Finally the elevator arrives. I catch a glimpse of her stepping inside and Beck and I bolt for the doors, catching them just as they start to close.

  I am met with terrified ice blue eyes. The smile, the laughter, is gone and I don’t like that. Beck and I step into the elevator, trapping her from escaping before the doors close.

  My eyes are locked on hers. Fear, excitement, panic, desire… every single emotion plays across her features before the doors finally close.

  “I have to give you more credit. I didn’t think you had it in you,” I tell her, breathing heavy. The cool elevator air is making me shiver. “Now I’m cold, and need to be warmed up.”

  I reach for her wrists and she do
esn’t fight me, her eyes are locked on me. She shivers when I touch her. I feel it too, but I don’t linger on it. I lift her arms above her head and push her against the back wall, pressing my body against hers and she moans. A perfect fit. My lips slam down on hers. She freezes for a minute but then relents, giving in to my kiss. Her body writhes beneath me. I slide my knee between her legs and immediately she starts to grind against my thigh.

  My blood boils. My cock is rock hard and she melts against me. Her breathing becomes ragged and uneven, right along with mine. She wants me. I want her. No, fuck that. I need her.

  I pull my head back, reluctantly releasing her lips. My breathing sounds like I’ve run a marathon. My heart is going to burst through my ribs. She whimpers at the loss of my lips and my dick twitches once again. I look at her a little more closely, and Jesus, she’s fucking gorgeous.

  It was an unguarded moment of complete jealousy that caused me to pay the waitress two hundred dollars to dump the drink on Dex. I could have, should have, just done it myself, but fuck that, it was more fun to watch from a distance.

  Staring into his eyes, I can feel the fury radiating off of him, which ignites all of my girl parts. The burning desire coursing through my veins was the last fucking thing I expected to feel after my little stunt.

  When his lips landed on mine, I was too stunned to close my eyes and I watched Beck as he watched us. His breathing altered at the same time mine and Dex’s did. That told me that him watching us kiss was just as hot to him as it was to me.

  “Feel better?” I finally manage to breathe.

  “I’ll fucking feel better when you’re underneath me.” The growl in his voice implies all I needed to know. The jealousy I felt was a game, a ploy, he was purposely baiting me. A part of my mind registers that I should be furious at that, but I can’t find it in me to feel that way.

  “What are you waiting for?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Can I do this? Live in the fantasy for one night? What the fuck do I have to lose? My job. Yeah, I took that chance the moment I had the waitress dump that drink on him.

  The elevator beeps. He releases my wrists from against the wall, but he doesn’t let both of them go. He takes my hand in his and pulls me from the elevator.

  I can do this, and I know exactly how I can do this. I can do this and get both of these men out of my system and move on. I grab Beck’s hand as I walk past him, pulling him along behind me. He hesitates only for a second and then quickly falls in step behind us.

  I watch as Dex fumbles with the key and the door. Beck interlocks his fingers with mine and that burning lust is back, brighter and more desperate than it was before. Jesus, this is going to kill me. But I can’t do this with just Dex; just Dex will destroy me in ways I will never get over. The man you’ve fantasized about for the last few years, equally as desperate to sleep with you as you are with him, at least that’s the perception, is nearly too much to handle.

  Finally Dex gets the door open and he ushers me inside. “Oh no,” Dex says.

  “Oh yes, you want me, he comes too.” I watch him war with himself, looking between me and Beck and back to me again.

  “Yeah, all right,” he says and Beck and I step inside the room. As soon as we’re clear of the door, Beck scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his back and he pushes me against the wall. His lips and erection slam into me at the same time. My breath leaves me in a rush. His lips are soft, softer than Dex’s, but the kiss is different. It’s filled with passion but there are no sparks with Beck. Nothing close to what I felt with Dex and I know this was the right choice. Beck will keep me grounded; keep me from running away with the emotions of a lovesick teenager when it comes to Dex. The kiss does nothing but suck my breath from my body. I’m panting as Beck slides his tongue past my lips, finding mine. He tastes like beer, and I no doubt taste like hard liquor.

  Beck turns, pulling me away from the wall and pushing me into Dex who helps to hold me up. His hands are rubbing along my ass, up my back and back down my sides. I let my legs go, indicating that I want to be put down and they honor my silent request.

  I can barely stand up steady enough, but I don’t have to, both men drop to their knees, making it easier for me to see and kiss Beck. And I do. Dex’s hands slide up under my tanks. Gently massaging along my back. Climbing higher. Beck’s hands roam north, finding the underwire of my bra and following it around my back. I feel his fingers fumbling, looking for the hooks and I smile against his lips. Pulling back, I pull on my tanks, lifting them over my head and I hear Dex growl behind me. “Fucking hell.”

  He pulls back from me, sitting on his haunches. Beck smiles against my stomach as he licks and kisses me. His hands roam north again to find the front clasp of my bra.

  “Get that off her,” Dex says hurriedly. He’s eager to share what he’s found.

  I feel the clasp of my bra come undone and immediately my tits fall free. My left nipple is quickly captured in Beck’s mouth and I moan, my knees shaking.

  “Fuck,” Dex groans. Then I feel him pushing on my hips, desperate to turn me and Beck releases me with a pop.

  “What’s so fucking-,” Beck falls silent, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing, but with the way my heart is pounding, I’m sure it can be heard in China.

  I cover my chest and lean into the wall. Alcohol runs wild in my veins. I press my cheek to the wall and let them admire the show. I reach for my belt buckle, undoing it quickly, followed by the button and zipper on my jeans. I lower them, leaving the black thong in place so that the entire piece is in view.

  Sweet Mary mother of…”Jesus,” I breathe, watching Raine lower her jeans just a little. Showing off the black thong she’s hiding under there. My hands roam up her back, taking in the gorgeous tattoo that covers her back.

  On the back of her neck is a star. That’s only where the tattoo starts. Covering her shoulder to shoulder, from her neck down to two very sexy dimples on her hips are thick black lines, drawn into tribal wings. The wings wrap around her shoulders, and the trails of the wings wrap around her sides onto her stomach, though I haven’t seen that side of her yet. A line of flowers breaks up the lines, simple yet elegant just the same. The flowers grow in beauty and intensity as they travel down her back. There is more to the tattoo than what we can see at the moment. The flowers continue downward, toward her butt before disappearing.

  “I’ve seen some amazing tattoos in my day, but this takes the cake,” Beck says as his hands join mine. She moans at our touch. Her back arches and she writhes beneath our hands.

  I slide my hands down, tugging on her jeans, pulling them down further. As if the back wasn’t a total, knock me on my ass surprise; the flowers that continue down her thigh are just as gorgeous. On her left thigh, running from hip to, ahh there it is, knee are several lilies in a line going from large to small as it descends down. The lilies are mostly black and shades of grey, but there are hints of pink in the middle of the flowers. I run my hand along her thigh gently and I watch as she shivers at my feather light touch. “Any more beautiful surprises, sweetheart?”

  I’m momentarily taken aback by the endearment; it’s the same name I call every girl I sleep with. But for the first time in my life, it actually feels wrong. Trying to brush it off and focus, I tap her foot, she lifts it and I remove her boot, then her sock before finally sliding her jeans off and repeating the process with her other leg.

  She is huddled into the wall, hiding her front from us. “Turn around,” I tell her, though looking up and seeing all her glorious ink has my boxers soaked with pre-cum and my cock is as hard as granite. My balls are starting to ache.

  She slowly turns around, but keeps her arm over her chest. Beck reaches for her wrist to pull it away and she lets it go. “Fuck,” I growl and stand on my knees. Her nipples are pierced and I cannot control myself anymore. I start to lick and her back arches, then I suck her dark pink nipple into my mouth. Beck joins me, taking the other just as I have and her w
hole body quivers. I reach for her hip to help steady her, but decide that she should probably lie down.

  Releasing her nipple with an audible pop, I look into her ice blue eyes. For a moment, everything in the world fades away. “Lie down,” I breathe.

  Beck releases her other nipple and she sidesteps us and climbs up onto the bed to lie in the middle of it. She is uninhibited or maybe just inebriated, but it doesn’t matter. The beer is making my head spin just a little.

  Beck and I look at each other. No doubt the lust I see in his eyes is reflected back in mine. We stand. I pull off my shirt and Beck quickly follows.

  “Ahhh,” she moans from the bed and we watch as her hand slides down her stomach and disappears behind the thin scrap of her thong.

  “Enjoying the view?” Beck says in a growl and she moans, arching her back, her other hand going to her nipple, tugging and pulling on it. I shed my boots and jeans. Leaving my boxers, though it’s a moot point and climb onto the bed between her legs.

  ‘That is mine,” I mumble to myself and her hand stills. Our eyes meet again. Confusion and desire. So, I’m not the only one who’s getting mindfucked over this mess. I grab her wrist and pull her hand free of her pussy and immediately slide my tongue along her fingers. Holy fuck, it’s not like anything I’ve ever tasted before. She tastes amazing. Sweet and delectable. I make quick work of cleaning off her fingers while she watches me.

  Beck climbs onto the bed at her side. His hand roams over her stomach, along her hip and finally up to replace her hand at her breast. I watch as he leans down and pulls the nipple I had in my mouth only moments ago into his.