Theirs To Desire

SIX | WYATT

The moment I saw Devyn's face clouded with uncertainty and guilt, and Dexter's filled with childish excitement, I knew I had committed a grave mistake.

I should have braced myself for defeat but I didn't and that one announcement had cost a drift between Devyn and me. I had felt his determination, the moment he had pushed open the glass partition, but instead of trying again, I lost my s**t and dragged his cheerfulness in my self-pity session.

I knew I would have to face defeat if I wanted success and yet, I couldn't find it in myself to accept that one loss.

Not only I was shying from trying again but my brooding actions had caused a wave of uncertainty among our group members as well. It had always been me, who pulled himself back each time a new defeat strolled our way and it was always Devyn, who clutched my hand and gave me that push of motivation to explore my inner strength and face the light.

And today, I failed him again.

"Hey Wyatt, you want to know a secret of mine?" Dex's eyes caught mine surprised one in the rearview mirror of his black Bentley when I turned my neck away from the window and focused on him.

I hadn't realized Dexter's presence in the glass room when Devyn was trying to show me the positiveness in every negativity side of our previous night's defeat. And that whining of mine led him to threaten me into surrendering and whose ultimate result was, me, sitting like a scolded kid in the back seat of the car while Devyn and Dex were monitoring my mood shifts from the front seat.

"I don't want to listen to your bloody secrets which most probably would be filled with your evergreen d**k stories or the bazillion times, you had been kicked by wild chicks!" I countered annoyed, unfolding my hands from my chest and re-folding them when I noticed the lack of broodiness in my posture.

"Well, before I add you to my secrets, let me correct your naivëty. Those kicks are the symbols of love that my woman leaves with me as a payment for the satisfaction that I provide them. And as for the d**k stories–"

"Do I seem like I care about your glorious stories?" I pinched the bridge of my nose and inhaled sharply before glaring at him from the front mirror. "Just pull over and I am out. You both can go wherever you want, without me."

"No can do buddy. After the p***y-whipped act you have shown in that glass room, I get what your body wants."

I had an odd urge of punching myself in the face to make sure that this guy was actually existing and breathing the same oxygen as me.

"Really Dexy boy? So you claim that you received my body's signals of what it craves and I am clueless?"

"Hell yeah! Where's the confusion here? Can you blame your body parts who are cowering back because their possessor is an A-grade asshole–"

"No wonder you get kicks and punches each night you go out to add a new adventure to your d**k stories. With that dumb mouth and an equally, if not more, dumb brain of yours, you will only get threats of castration."

"Don't you dare talk ill about my d**k, you are just jealous because of the attention it gets but it still doesn't justify your actions to bully him!"

"Oh for my own mental sanity's sake, I beg you to drop me here–"

"Don't beg to me. I will make you meet someone whom you will beg and for some entirely different reasons."

If he was not in the driver's seat and three lives depended in his hands, I might have shoved his own shoes in his mouth and choked him to death.

"I don't want to meet someone, I am happy in my lone bubble. Now stop this f*****g car or I will be turning my fantasy of killing you to reality in a few minutes." I bared my teeth and gave him an actual snarl but the thickheaded beast didn't even budge in slight.

"Calm down Wy boy. I am just trying to help you, but if you want your own woman for tonight, that's also fine by me. Maybe call her to meet you at our bar yeah?"

I was sure my face had a look of constipation because of the growl & frown I was making at the same time. As much as I was trying to avoid this pointless discussion with him, I couldn't help but feel the irritation rising inside me along with a new craving. But I refused to give Dex the satisfaction by backing down.

"I don't have any woman of mine and neither I want one. I don't want anyone near me–"

"If you want a man, that too can be managed."

"I don't want a man either. Pullover the car and–"

"Now that's the thrill. Neither man nor woman, then who do you want?"

"Listen, Dexter, I don't want any breathing creature near me right now, just–"

"So you want to make your little boy sleep in a s*x-deprived state?"

"It's my choice whatever I–"

"How is it your choice? Doesn't your d**k possess a single right to protest?"

"As I said earlier–"

"You are–"

"STOP CUTTING MY WORDS, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

A sudden knife-cutting silence spread inside the car as I roared in frustration and thumped my balled fist in the car seat. For a moment, I thought I had won this senseless round of bickering, but I should've known better.

The silence only lasted for mere seconds when Dex puffed out a cheek-full of oxygen, might I say over-dramatically, and rolled his eyes, even more dumbly. "I can't believe, you are considering sleeping without a woman to warm your bed."

"The feeling of disappointment is mutual, brother, I too can't believe you burying yourself inside a woman each time the s**t goes down!"

"Well, isn't that how it works? s**t goes down, find a woman, lose your mind with the lady–"

"Don't know about your ever-horny self but I don't use a woman for my restoration of sanity purpose." I rubbed my temple and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt a rising headache. Though, it was nothing new. Dexter's company possessed the headache-inducing capacity and at that moment, inside that car, on an unknown path, all I wanted was to strangle him.

"Like I would believe you? You probably would have f****d more girls in these past weeks because of the competition pressure."

"For your soul's eternal peace, no brother I haven't f****d anyone in these past weeks, and for that matter, this whole year be–"

"Whole year?!" Dex craned his neck back in my direction with a genuine surprise shining in his eyes. "You mean you have been celibate for a whole year?"

"What's the matter of immense surprise, Dexy? Yes, I haven't been active this past year." I deadpanned in a monotonous voice.

He returned his attention to the road and I felt the motion of the car slowing gradually. "We can turn the car, you know. Joking aside, I care for you bro. We can get you a qualified doctor and they will help you with your medical issues and the deprivation of your s*x drive–"

"Jesus Christ, Dexter, there is nothing wrong with my shagging ability and little Wyatt is also working fine. Can you please tone down your weird thoughts? It's giving me a murderous headache."

I saw as he snapped open his mouth to backfire something dumb at me but a loud laugh boomed from the other seat in the front, snatching both our attentions towards the sound.

Devyn was practically lying in his seat, clutching his stomach with one hand while his phone was in the other. The corner of his eyes was crinkled and brimming with tears, as an effect of laughing too hard. I shook my head while Dex chuckled slowly and pulled the car with a groan, outside our club.

"Guys, you both are pure dumb-sters. You both fought for almost 25 minutes over a shitty, baseless topic. What was that again? d**k-stories? Naw, d**k-therapy!" Devyn composed himself and tumbled out of the car after sliding his phone in his pant's pocket. "Come on, dumbasses, it's time to loose some booze." He poked his head inside the window and strolled inside the club after laughing some more at both of our scowling faces.

I released a sigh after watching him disappearing inside the Vodka & Ooze club and realizing the lack of any way out from the situation, I followed Dex inside.

The bouncers gave us an excited nod in welcome but kept their excitement limited to themselves. There was no way they would have given our identities away and that was one sole reason for calling this shitty club 'ours'.

This was the only place where we, the infamous web of 5 charmers, were able to lose ourselves without a slight fear of paps or getting snapped by hidden sources. The outer appearance of the club–– moss graced walls and cheap neon lighting–– repulsed the paps away and forced them to make this assumption, we could be found anywhere but here.

Stacked crowds inside the club was also not a matter of concern as, either the lack of proper lightning held them back from recognizing us, or the drunkenness of more than half of the crowd made us mingle without attracting suspicious eyes.

I joined Devyn and Dex at the farthest end of the bar area and silently thanked the bartender who had already poured a glass of hard drink in front of me. I welcomed the initial burn and bitterness of liquor and let my eyes wander across the dance floor, only to stop at Mariano–– the cleaning boy of supporting crew–– wiping sweat off his face and tucking the wine-stained mob in the stand. I opened my mouth to deliver something sarcastic to the man but Dex beat me to it.

"Hey, Mari boy, watcha cleaning? Someone offered their drink to your darling floor?"

Mariano breathed out a laugh and strolled near our stools. "No, Mr Drummer. There was this pretty lady, quite lost in her world, her flute fell on the floor and thence the mess. And you all know me, how much of a softie I am for pretty ladies. I couldn't ask her to leave the club."

I shook my head and watched him going inside the back of the club. Mariano was famous for his bad temper, pretty much in whole Chicago. He had banned the entries of few drunk heads who had either spilled their drinks on the floor or broke something in their drunk states, in the past. The only exception to this rule was pretty ladies. And if Mariano's claim of not banning the lady, who broke the glass, from the club, was true then the lady must be exquisite.

"Well, I haven't bought you here only to chug down wine like a thirsty fucker." Dex slapped my back and pushed me off the stool, earning a mischief filled chuckle from Devyn. "I have booked Nicolette for tonight, for you." He passed me a wink at the same time when Devyn gave me his signature s**t-eating grin.

"What the actual f**k guys? I don't want any Nicotine– or whatever the name is, for tonight or for any time. I am going out."

Dex shot me another of his dumb grin and started following Devyn towards the dance floor. "No, you are going straight to Nicolette, she is there on the dance floor waiting for you. Red hair, sharp blue eyes and a damn ooh-worthy mouth."

I fell in his steps and glared in Devyn's direction for leaving me alone in this weird situation. "Listen, Dex, I don't want any distraction or anything. Ask this girl to return back and that no one will be needing her service tonight." I tried to place my argument but he waved off my attempts.

"You need it. God, Wyatt, you haven't seen that woman's mouth in action. She is wild, bro, she can bring a pop to o****m. Just give her a shot."

What. The. Actual. f**k!!

"And listen, when you meet her, say that same line that I had made you memorize or else she will scratch your face. You remember what you have to say right?"

"Like one would forget that crappy cheesy punchline!" I scoffed while remembering the pickup line which Dex had made all four of us memorize before arriving at the clubs. Tonight, I got to know the reason behind that line.

A sort of identity card.

"Perfect. Now go and let that goddess show you some tricks down there, or your loss." And with that, he was gone.

My eyes widened when I realized I was standing in the middle of dancing bodies with Devyn and Dex nowhere in sight. I was about to pull my cell and knock some sense into my best friend when a drunk tumble from my left knocked me further onto the floor.

My words died down on my tongue while my hand hung in mid-air as my eyes finally took in the dancing form of the sexiest lady on the floor!

A rush of arousal had me stiff and insane. I didn't know where that irrational thought came from but I praised Dexter for his taste in women. Just as he had mentioned, the woman, whose back was now a few inches away from my chest, was a literal goddess of beauty. Red hair, curtaining her face, mouth which could curl into a perfect 'o' whilst working on my celibate member. I could feel her intoxicating warmth oozing out from each pore of her drenched form while a fragrance of sea and lime tickled my nose, taking me in a thought-less blissful abyss.

I didn't stall further and closed the distance between us. Maybe it was time to break my one year of celibacy. Whatever that strange feeling was, I failed to understand, but that feral attraction made me forget my failure, last night's defeat, or my brooding self.

I ran my nose along the arc of her ear lobe and felt her stiffening while my mouth, having its own mind, spit out the quote which Dex had made me knock into my head:

"Will it sound too p*****t if I say, you are looking the most fuckalicious thing on two legs tonight?"