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  After rushing Lex out of my room and listening to Cale ramble on about one of his old friends crashing with us for the next week, I need this damn rush; the alcohol pumping through my veins, weakening my demons. Hell, I might even go for another one just for the numbness.

  Fuck it. Why not.

  Holding up my empty shot glass, I nod at Sarah to come my way. She instantly drops what she’s doing to come to me. “Give me another one.”

  Snatching my empty glass away, she smiles and nods over to Cale and Hemy working their shit on the girls in the back corner. “Shouldn’t you be over there showing them how it’s done?” She laughs while pulling out a bottle of Jack and filling a new shot glass. “They’re both looking a little tired and worn down. You know how bachelorette’s are; last night of freedom and all.”

  I turn around in my stool and look at the two idiots. Cale is standing on a couch grinding his cock in some girl’s face while wiping sweat from his forehead. Hemy has some girl on the floor, rolling his body above hers, but he’s moving in a rhythm slower than the music.

  Tired? How the hell can they . . .

  “Yeah, well give me another shot and then I’ll show them what’s up.”

  “I’m sure you will, Slade. Keep slamming these back and I might be showing you what’s up later.” She pushes the shot of Whiskey across the bar and I grab it. “Go ahead. Drink up.” She winks.

  Smirking, I hold the glass to my lips. She already knows how I work. “We’ve already had our night, Sarah.” I tilt the glass back and run my tongue over my lips, slowly, just to remind her of how I pleasured her. This causes her to swallow hard and her breathing to pick up. “It was hot as fuck too.” I slide the glass forward and stand up. “But it goes against my rules.”

  Her eyes linger down to the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. She smiles while running her finger over the empty glass. “Good to know I can at least still get you hard.”

  I toss down a twenty and start backing away. “Baby, you get every man hard.” I point to the awkward looking guy that has been staring at her since I sat at the bar. “Especially that dude.”

  She glances at the scrawny dude with glasses and forces a smile. He smiles back and leans over the bar, awaiting conversation. “I so hate you, Slade,” she growls and I love it. Growling turns me on.

  “That’s all right. I’m used to it.”

  She tosses a straw at me and I knock it away with my hand before turning around and making my way over to the bachelorette party.

  The girls are tossing back drinks; some of them standing on tables while a few of them are watching from afar. Those are usually the married ones; the good girls. That’s all right though, because I don’t need to touch them to pleasure them. They’ll still get off.

  As I’m about to show my boys up, to my right, I notice two girls dancing and minding their own business. Instantly, my focus goes to the curvy body that is swaying back and forth, drawing my cock to instant attention. It’s so seductive it makes my cock hurt.

  Skin tight blue jeans mold to her every curve, making me imagine what it would be like to run my tongue over that tight little ass; to taste every inch of her.

  Letting my dick do the talking, I walk up to the dance floor, grab the drink out of her hand and set it down on the table beside me.

  She looks pissed off, but that’s all right. Pissed is sexy as hell on her. It makes me want her more. Her eyes stray from the table I just set her glass on and land on my stomach. Then my chest. Then, slowly, up to my face. She swallows and a look of lust flashes in her eyes. She wants me and I haven’t even done anything yet.

  Holy fuck. She is beautiful.

  My eyes trail from her long blond hair that stops just below her breasts up to her red pouty lips. Damn, I want to suck those between my lips. She’s looking at me through long, thick lashes and even in the dimmed lighting; I can see that she has two different colored eyes. I can’t make out the colors, but I can see the shade difference.

  So fucking hot.

  “Umm . . .” She smiles and runs her hand through her hair. “Can I help you with something? We kind of have a private party going on here.”

  Taking a step closer, I lean in and brush my lips over her ear. “Yeah, I can help you with something,” I whisper. “I can help you with a lot of things.”

  Her breathing picks up and I already know that I have her. It’s that simple. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know you.” She takes a step back, but her eyes trail down my body before coming back up to meet my face. She looks nervous. I love that. I can teach her a few things. “And I was drinking that.”

  I watch her with a smirk as she reaches for her drink and pretends to give me a dirty glare. It’s not working on me though. I already know her body language and she’s already let it slip that I do something to her. “I can give you something better than that.”

  Her tiny nostrils flare as her eyes rake back down my body, stopping on my fucking crotch. If that’s what she wants then I’ll give it to her. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. I’m just here for a friend’s party.”

  She likes games. Good thing, because I like them too.

  Closing the distance between our bodies, I cup her cheek in my hand. I bring my lips close to hers while looking her in the eyes. Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers and bring my eyes down to meet her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

  Her lips begin to move as if she’s about to respond and I have the sudden urge to suck them into my mouth; to own them. She’s breathing heavy and I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs that are pressed against my leg while I rub my thumb over her cheekbone.

  I feel myself leaning closer until my bottom lip brushes hers. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  She takes in a quick burst of air and takes a step back. “Umm . . .”

  “Slade!” A drunken female shrieks from behind me.

  Shit. I hate shriekers.

  Exhaling, I turn my head, but keep my eyes glued to the beautiful blond in front of me. For some reason, I don’t want to take my eyes away.

  Those lips. Fuck me, I want to fuck them. I want them wrapped around my cock.

  “About time you got here.” A dark haired woman with huge fake tits bounces in front of me and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the beauty in front of me. I see blondie’s eyes glance down at my hand, but she quickly turns her head away and clears her throat as if embarrassed. “My favorite piece of eye candy is here.” She throws her arms up and starts screaming while pulling me away. “Look everyone. It’s fucking, Slade,” she slurs.

  Smiling to blondie as she watches me, I mouth, “You’re mine later.”

  Her lips part and I can tell she just swallowed. I have her thinking about it. It’s written all over her face. Her friend starts nudging her in the side until finally she pulls her eyes away from me and smiles nervously at her friend.

  Shit, I’ve gotta have her. I won’t stop until I do.

  Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.

  Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly fucking her.

  She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to please them and I’m damn good at it.

  “Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.

  “Let us see your body. Come on!”

  Absofuckinglutely.

  Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.

  She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the m
uscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.

  As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.

  KAYLA KEEPS NUDGING ME TO get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn porn.

  A stripper? I shake my head and snort. A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?

  The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white T-shirt he had on. Now, it’s off and . . . crap. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe. This is embarrassing.

  Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calling me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; holy shit, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?

  “Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self? Snap out of it.”

  I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to him as I pretend to pay attention to her.

  Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”

  I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching Cale and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.

  “I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and oh God, that ass.

  His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.

  Crap, my mind is in the gutter.

  Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.

  Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.

  What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.

  I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.

  Cocky jerk.

  Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.

  Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked. Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .

  Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model. Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.

  He’s staring at me, while practically having sex with this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing here watching as if it were me.

  What is wrong with me?

  I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.

  He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.

  My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.

  His eyes are intense; telling me he wants me as his. A part of me almost wants to give in just from that look alone.

  My eyes slowly leave his eyes, searching my way down his muscular body and landing right on his hard dick.

  Oh. My. God.

  You can see everything through his tight briefs. The thickness of his dick and even the shape of its head. The whole package. He’s so . . . hard.

  Stopping in front of me, he smirks and tilts his head down toward his cock. My eyes are betraying me. Damn bastards. They won’t move away. “You know, it’s against the rules, but I would let you touch it if you wanted to.”

  Shaking my head, I pull my eyes away and slam back the rest of my drink. This is my third one and I’m a lightweight; probably not a good thing. I take a step back as he takes a step closer. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Touch what?”

  Reaching out, he grabs my hand and places it on the V of muscles that lead down to his briefs, slowly sliding it down his sweaty, slick body. “My cock,” he whispers.

  My body clenches from his words and I hate it. Yanking my hand away, I grab Kayla by the arm and slam my empty glass down onto the table beside me. I need to get out of here. “Thanks for the offer, playboy, but I’m here to meet a friend and like I said, I’m not interested.”

  Smirking, he takes a step back as Cale slaps him on the shoulder. “Dude, back away from our temporary roommate. You’re freaking Aspen the fuck out, Sir Dick a lot.”

  I see the smile in his eyes as if he’s got me right where he wants me now and he looks like a man that always gets what he wants. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he backs away slowly, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, until disappearing back into his crowd of fan girls.

  Cale gives me a quick hug and apologizes. “Sorry about him. Just ignore him and you’ll be fine.” He starts backing away and smiles. “We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

  “All right, pretty boy,” I call out. “Better hurry and get back to your crazy fan girls.”

  Cale is the definition of pretty. Short blond hair, striking green eyes and the sweetest dimpled smile you’ll ever see. I will never understand why my sister has never hooked up with him.

  Turning to Kayla, I let out a deep breath and instantly turn red with embarrassment as she starts laughing. “What!” I yell.

  She smirks and pretends like she’s giving a blowjob.

  “Stop that! You dirty, bitch.” I push her shoulder and she laughs. “I need another drink.”

  She turns toward Slade, dancing his dick off in the middle of some girls. “I would need a drink after that too. Holy shit! That is one fine piece of ass.” She starts pulling me towards the bar. “Plus, you need t
o get your mind off a certain someone,” she says to remind me. “Relax a little.”

  “Yeah,” I breathe. “Probably so. I’m not going to let it bring me down this week.”

  When we reach the bar, the pretty bartender smiles at me and shakes her head.

  Wondering if she’s laughing at me for some reason, I take a seat on the stool in front of me and give her a hard look. Slade has me all kinds of feisty at the moment and I can’t believe he’s Cale’s roommate. Not good. “What?” I narrow my eyes at her as she reaches for an empty glass.

  Scooping up some ice, she looks over my shoulder and laughs again. “Honey, no one turns Slade down. Are you insane? That is one piece of ass that you don’t want to miss out on. Trust me.”

  Trying my best not to look behind me, I fail. I should kick my own ass. I glance over my shoulder to see Slade staring at me while using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest. He slowly moves it down his body as if teasing me.

  Crap! He even looks sexy doing that.

  I growl under my breath and ignore what she just said. Obviously, he’s a man whore. “Just give me another drink, please. Make it strong.”

  The bartender tilts her head and goes about her business. Thank goodness because I really don’t want to think about that half naked, sexy asshole anymore.

  “Right on,” Kayla says happily. “It’s a good thing I’m driving your ass around.”

  “Probably a very good thing right now,” I say softly, trying to get my thoughts in check.

  After setting eyes on the sexiest asshole I have ever seen, I have a feeling I’m going to need help if I’m going to be in the same house with him for the next week.

  Crap, I’m in for a ride.

  MY NIGHT WAS MADE WHEN Cale said those three little fucking words. Our temporary roommate. Apparently, she lives in Rockford and is planning to stay here in Chicago as a bit of a break from home. He wouldn’t tell me why and I could care less. It’s none of my business. I don’t mind sharing my bed; although, Cale will probably offer his to be nice.