Theirs To Desire

SEVEN | WYATT

Just as I let the words tumble out of my mouth, I had to stifle an urge to kick myself hard. I didn't even think for a second how vulgar the words had sounded. I was well aware of Dexter's lifestyle and thinkings and yet, here I was, dropping a thought-less comment on a woman and forming scenarios in my mind, whether the girl would kick me or slap me.

At least, I got to know the reason behind kick marks on Dex's face, every morning he came back from his nightouts.

Due to my proximity to her, I heard her taking a deep breath and exhaling it rather softly through mouth. She still hadn't turned around but I could almost imagine her bee-stung cherry coloured lips, parted slightly and that mere image was enough to make me release a low groan, which snapped her out of her lost state.

She slipped off my hold and turned abruptly towards me.

"I apologize for my lack of conversational manners. I just, I don't know what that fucker was thinking while coming up with this weird s**t. But trust me, I am not like this. I mean, I just kind of got carried away and spoke that, I didn't mean it." I paused when I realized that she might not hear what I was saying as the music on the dance floor was exceptionally loud. "What I want to say is please don't give me your kick-gift, I might not be a thick-skinned beast like Dex!"

I held my breath and waited for the beauty to process my words. The fact that I was feeling like a total lunatic, standing like a statue, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by the drunk hurdle of a screaming crowd, had me clench my fist in irritation.

I couldn't even see her eyes, or her face properly as it was curtained by the wild locks of red hair and an addition was the cheap lighting system in the ceiling. The neon lights were glaring above us, creating a dark shadow below our eyes and hence obscuring the views of one's face.

"I-I can go if you want. I will have you paid double for your waste of time. Dex didn't ask me before setting this whole s**t up and. . . and this is now getting awkward, I-"

She pressed a finger to my lips, instantly making me gulp back my words. Before I could scrunch my brows in question, she was dragging me towards the back stalls of the club and I, having no other choice, followed her in a partial daze.

In a matter of seconds, my back was pressed against the wall of one of the farthest stalls and she was standing at a distance of few inches from me. Her hand was on my chest and bicep while she assessed my face and allowed me to do the same.

The only difference between her and my staring was, she held a neutral expression on her face while I had trouble with picking my jaw from the floor.

I had caught a glimpse of her hypnotic beauty on the dance floor but now that she was this near to me, I could see each curve and edge of her heart-shaped face, under proper lighting.

Her hair, like fire, was spilled over her shoulders, wild and free while those wide eyes, like a fierce night, held something deep within their abyss. I suddenly realized that the girl, just like me, was battling her own demons, hiding those dark mysteries behind the coldness in her eyes which screamed to be unveiled. The more I stared at her face, the more I felt myself tugging at an invisible connection between us, about which, I was sure she had felt too. The slight hesitation in her countenance was proof of my assumption.

Something about the way she was touching me made me uncomfortable as if she was seeking something from me. Something intense which she was craving for. I didn't know if she realized that I could feel occasional hitches in her breathing or the momentary slip in her heartbeat at moments, despite her neutral demeanour.

I would have to ask Dexter where did he find this beauty or more specifically, who was she.

The silence between us had been stretching at an unknown pace and as much as the position I was in–– the captive of a woman–– bothered me, I couldn't deny the thrill of arousal which poured down straight to the base of my hard-on. Without a pre-warning, I found myself leaning into her and suddenly her lips were on mine.

I couldn't help myself as my mouth moulded to hers, my hands went to her waist and pulled her closer to me. I felt myself dominating over her loosened embrace which made her release a surprised gasp, and I swept my tongue in, taking advantage. She tasted exactly like my imagination, like freshness, a craving so primal that made her challenge me to fight for the ultimate domination. Her palm curled into my hair, pulling and tightening against my neck, sending me to a sensual state of intoxication. She took my momentary distraction to her advantage and delved her tongue inside my mouth, demanding me to snatch the domination.

I didn't. I couldn't.

The way she had her hands curled around my neck and arm, made me lose myself to her ways. It was her take to order me and I knew, I would have complied anything at that moment.

I let her explore my submission as my hands travelled up and down her back, with an urge to push her against my chest so tightly that we become one. I wanted to explore her darkness too, but more than that, I wanted to save her. From what? I didn't know. I couldn't help but wonder if she had done this exact thing–– fighting me to submission–– with my bandmates. I knew I had to remember that she was there as a set-up made my Dex, but still, that small twinge of jealousy and possessiveness left me wanting to keep her only for me.

"Nicolette," I whispered as her mouth travelled down my neck, licking and biting her way as if she was desperate, just like I'd been desperate for her.

Her hand, which was resting on my bicep, slid seductively along my waist, to my abdomen and I hummed with desire. Lightning ran through my veins, and my c**k throbbed and pulsed with each beat of my heart. The moment her lips landed on the base of my neck and her hand, over the bulging dent of my pants, I felt like I've gotten a shot of adrenaline as excitement made it almost impossible to stand still.

"Jesus, Nicolette, you are driving me crazy." I groaned as nails bite against the fabric of my clothes.

I felt her going still for a split second and then she was sliding to her knees. My eyes were squeezed shut and my hands, clenched around the metallic hanger on either side of the stall.

I was almost on the verge of pulling the leashes of my wild desires as a result of brewing anticipation. I had been imagining different scenarios, varying from the 'o' shaped image of the beauty's mouth around my c**k to her wild red hair spread across the stall's wall as I bury myself deep inside her. And those images, made me shiver in approval.

And to turn my fantasy image into reality, I forced myself to stand still in the same position and willed the red-haired beauty to start showing me the magic of her mouth.

"Uh-oh? Wow! Already in position, sir?

A loud chirpy voice reached my ears from somewhere near making my eyes snap open. I found a short height woman, wearing a leather dress, depicting her bar-worker status, standing in front of me, eyeing my state seductively.

I gazed all around me in search of Nicolette, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead of her, now this blue-haired woman was with me.

"Do you want to take this anywhere else?" The new woman purred in a throaty voice, which instantly spiralled down my hard-on, deflating it from the former stand-up position.

"Excuse me, what? Who are you? And where is that girl who was with me here?" I anything but growled at her when she attempted to crawl up my chest.

She stared at me with confused eyes, clearly offended by the way I skirted her away from me and barreled up to the other side of the stall. "Which girl? You are Wyatt Knight, aren't you?"

My brows furrowed in defence as I processed the fact that she knew my name. This small slip could cost me a bunch of vultures outside the club with cameras in their hands. "Who are you? Stop playing any games. I was here with a woman and suddenly she has disappeared! Don't tempt me to call the bouncer and throw you out of here."

"You can't be serious! I was not paid to deal with this bullshit–"

"Paid? Who the hell are you and what paid?"

She shot me a hard glare and stomped her way over to me. "If you didn't need my services, why in the ever-loving world did you book me? Mr Dexter told me to meet you on the dance floor and you are here, acting like you don't even know who was paid to please you tonight."

Fucking hell!

"You are. . ?"

"I am Nicolette, asshole. And you can suck on your money or maybe hire another fling. I am leaving."

She didn't give me a chance to explain myself and huffed her way out of the stall area.

This time it was anger that surrounded me. The real Nicolette was nothing like Dex's definition. And the fake Nicolette, or whoever the night-eyed beauty was, where did she go, leaving me spread like a spider on the stall wall with images of 'o' in my mind?

In a surge of anger, I fished out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and punched Dex's digits.

"Hell–"

"CONSIDER YOURSELF DEAD!"

"–ooooooo."