Misguided Heart (10 page)

I let out a
sigh and turned to head towards Shelby. I knew I should have just kept in the direction I was headed, but a different part of me had to know.

“Darren, a
re you happy?” Ah, I so didn’t want to know the answer. If he was, then I would feel like shit for still holding some kind of a torch for him. If he wasn’t, well let’s just say that I would want to do really naughty things to him. I wasn’t one to break up a marriage though so that would just have to remain a very vivid fantasy.

He hung his head then slowly drug his eyes up to mine. Piercing blue eyes pierced straight through the grey eyes staring back at him. “It’s not what you think.”

That was all he said and then he turned and walked back to Braden. I stood staring at the empty space in front of me that was now quickly being filled by other bodies trying to get a spot on the dance floor. I crossed my arms over my chest and made my way back to Shelby. Her face was all contorted and confused. I just rolled my eyes at her, lifting an abandoned shot glass to my lips and drinking the contents in one gulp.

“Well, if that wasn’t the most confusing thing I had ever fucking heard.” I searched for another glass of alcohol anywhere on the table. When I came up empty handed, I motioned towards the bar and for Shelby to follow. Like a good little friend, she obeyed.

Shelby hung her heavy drunken arm around my shoulders as we saddled up to the bar. I motioned for the hot bartender for two more drinks, earning me a wink.

“So, what did he say? We were all waiting when he grabbed your wrist. I thought you were going to take him down.” She laughed.

“He had the balls to ask me what I was doing here. I mean, are you fucking kidding me?” I ran the sexual innuendo part past her and then hesitated to tell her that I asked him if he was happy. Against my better judgment, I told her. “I asked him if he was happy.” I hung my head in shame, before righting myself and not caring. “He said it’s not what I think. Um, hi, cryptic much?” We both started laughing, not wanting to talk about it anymore I changed the subject.

“So, did you go talk to Braden?”

“Hell no! He’s here with his girlfriend. I swear those two need to get a damn room.”

I laughed at her knowing damn well just how much
she
wanted to get a room with him. “You know you miss him.” I giggled.

“Oh shut up. You have so many exes in and out, it
’s unreal. And where the hell is Sloan? Have you even heard from him?”

Shit! I had totally forgot to text him. Shit, shit, shit! “No I need to go grab my phone and text him. Grab the drinks will ya. Just tell hottie behind the bar to put it on my tab.”

“Oh I bet you want him to put
it
on your
tab.
” I laughed all the way to the table, because honestly, I totally would let him.

Davis and his friends looked like they were getting ready to leave when I made it over to my purse. “Leaving already? That’s not the Davis I know and love.”

“Hell no, we ain’t leavin’, what about you guys?”

I looked at him with that are-you-serious-right-now look on my face, “That is a negative. We’re just getting started.” I frantically searched through my clutch for my phone, coming up empty handed. When I finally found my phone, it took everything in me not to drunk dial Nole. I swear these boys were going to be the death of me.

“You okay over there?” Davis’s voice cut through my drunkenness and I was grateful.

“I’m good. Just needed to text someone real quick.” I pulled up
Sloan’s name and started typing a fun little drunk text to him. When I got half way through it, I felt a light touch against my lower back. I was so sick of people coming up behind me; I almost turned around swinging. When I turned, I ran straight into his glowing amber eyes. Man he was hot! Apparently that was the theme for tonight, hotness! I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him against my hyper aware body.

I took a step back to get a better look at him and I swear I almost came in my panties. He was wearing
low-slung, dark wash jeans, that hugged his ass nicely and a black, V-neck shirt that left very little to the imagination about just how large his muscles were. He looked like sex on a stick and I wanted to swallow him whole.

“Well, that was quite a welcome.” He smirked.

“How did you know I was here?” I could feel the drunken flirting beginning, and I liked it.

“Wild guess, I suppose.” He smiled a teasing smile and I knew Shelby must have gotten a hold of him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. You want to dance?” I needed to have this glorious man grinding on me, like yesterday.

“Sure.” He held his hand out for mine and I gladly took it.

As we made our way onto the dance floor, I noticed that Braden and Darren were out there also. Great, as if there wasn’t already eight years of awkwardness to make up for. Darren’s eyes locked with mine as I slid one of my arms around Sloan’s neck. I liked Sloan, I really did, but my mind was preoccupied with making Darren jealous.

I watched as his eyes went as wide as saucers, looking
Sloan up and down. Yeah, he was jealous. I turned and started rubbing my ass into the crotch of Sloan’s pants and I could feel his excitement pushing against me. Oh my, even that was shaping up to be a sight to behold. Sloan’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist pulling my butt further into his erection and I let out a gasp. Darren’s eyes were about to bulge right out of his head and I gave myself a small high five. Take that, you married asshole.

The song slowly blended into the next and I turned around in
Sloan’s arms just so I wouldn’t have to look at Darren anymore. He could have his wife and whatever else he wanted, but I was going to have this man in front of me, and a glorious orgasm. If I was lucky.

Sloan

I hadn’t planned on leaving Aston alone for long, waiting for me at the hotel, but there was something I had to do and it couldn’t wait. I made it back to my house to grab the box of condoms off of the dresser and I quickly made a call to let one of my girls to not bother coming over tonight. I know how it seemed but I had more to deal with than one man could tolerate. That, and I didn’t have anyone to answer to anyway.

When I walked up to the front desk at the hotel, I was prepared for the lady at the desk to tell me Aston was already upstairs and waiting. After she told me that she had left just a little while ago, I found myself almost frantic, wanting to know where she had gone.

I walked through two clubs with no luck. Just as I was leaving the second bar, I received a text from Aston’s phone, but it was from her friend Shelby. Without hesitation, I made my way over to Toby Keith’s where she said they were. I scanned the place ferociously. I was beginning to slowly give up when I spotted her across the bar. She stood out in a sea full of beautiful woman. That’s how gorgeous this girl was. My eyes didn’t see anything but her. I scanned her surroundings, wondering who was here with her; when I stopped at the table she was standing by.

Her hands were raised and she was throwing back shot after shot. Now I’m sure that she could handle her liquor, but as I took a seat at the bar and sat back watching, I could tell she was getting d
runker by the minute. I kept a distance and took in the situation, surveying the sharks gathering around her like a fresh piece of meat.

My hands balled into fists on my lap, but I kept my cool. I knew if I barged in at the wrong time, she would send me packing. When I saw a somewhat tall, muscular football looking guy approach her, I waited for her to give him the brush off. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. They didn’t interact as if they liked each other, but there was definitely something th
ere that was being left unsaid.

I sat back and watched her current predicament unfold. I could tell at one time or another, there was something between these two. When their conversation became heated, that’s when I took my cue to cut in. As I ma
de my way in her direction, a cute little red head abruptly stopped me. If my sights weren’t already set on someone, I would have jumped at the opportunity to take this girl home. After giving red the brush off, I had lost track of Aston and her gang. I took a lap around the bar and dance floor, when I finally spotted her back at her table.

Aston was looking fuckable tonight in her little getup. She was wearing tight as hell skinny jeans and a top that showed off all the right parts I wanted to look at. To top it off
, she was wearing a pair of killer heels, ones that I could imagine wrapped around my neck.

Yum!

After watching her for a little bit longer, I finally made the decision to break up the little sausage fest that was going on around her. I snuck up close behind her and placed my hand on the small of her back. She flinched a bit before turning and realizing it was me. My interest was peaked instantly, as to how many guys had been touching her or hitting on her all night.

He
r arms came up quickly around my neck as she pulled me into a deep hug. I could tell that she was inebriated and was hoping that wasn’t the only reason she was being affectionate towards me. Oh, who am I kidding, I loved how the alcohol was making her. It felt as though I had been waiting for her touch for months.

She stood back
practically eye fucking me, so I did the same. Her eyes took in my attire, which she rarely saw me in, and stopped at my belt. I knew exactly what she was looking at and I wanted her looking. My dick knew her eyes were on him as well, because he was suddenly standing at attention.

When she finally pulled her gaze back up to my face, she smiled a sweet and
endearing smile. Then she asked me, how I knew where she was. I didn’t want to rat out her friend, so I played dumb and said it was a lucky guess. This seemed to appease her, so I left it at that. I was just about to drag her onto the dance floor with me, when she beat me to it. I mean honestly, there was no way I was going to say no. I was going to get the opportunity to have my hands and other body parts, touch her without getting slapped for it.

We had a good rhythm going. She could really move, and her ass was all over my crotch, sending my dick into spasms. I touched almost every inch of her body as she grinded against me. I kept my lips close to the back of her neck and I could feel her stiffen ever so slightly when my breath would reach her neck.

When the current song started its transition into the next, I suddenly got the feeling that we were being watched. Sure as shit, when I lifted my head away from her neck, the guy she had been arguing with and his buddy were steady staring in our direction. I noticed her look over at them a few times and jealousy began surging through my veins.

It seemed she wanted to make the one she was
arguing with more jealous, so I took it upon myself to help her out with that. I was doing my civic duty and being a gentleman. I laughed under my breath knowing it was only for my pleasure, okay and maybe hers, later.

My sex drive was instantaneously thrusted into over drive, when she reached behind me to slide her hands down my ass. If she was going
to keep these shenanigans up, I was going to fuck her right her on this goddamn dance floor, for all to see. I’m pretty sure she could sense it, because her demeanor changed in a flash.

Aston

I could feel the alcohol consuming me with every step I took. I definitely made that two hundred dollar tab worth it. I smiled up at Sloan just as he was bending his head down to mine. I slipped my hands around his neck and into his hair, giving it a gentle tug. His lips hovered over mine for what felt like forever, but was really only a couple of seconds. I couldn’t help myself. Desire and lust took over as I crushed my lips against his.

I threw
all caution to the wind as I entangled my limbs and lips with my boss’s. Oh, I so hope I don’t regret this later. His lips were soft and melded to mine like butter on corn. My mouth and body were in the present moment; loving every second his warm breath touched the inside of my mouth. My mind on the other hand, well it was stuck somewhere else.

I could feel the strength in his hands grappling at the thin top I was wearing. The heat from his body was making me numb, or maybe that was the alcohol, either way it was a welcome feeling. His tongue caressed my bottom lip and I gave him entrance almost immediately. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck, wanting to feel all of him pressed against me. Oh boy, did I feel ALL of him. I’m not exaggerating when I say, WOW!

I could feel the warmth pooling between my legs and I was suddenly very thankful that I had worn panties tonight. I smiled against his luscious lips and then found myself giggling. Oh yeah, I was drunk.

“What’s so funn
y over there?” He whispered in my ear.

I pulled my face back so I could
look into his hypnotic eyes, “How bad I want to take you back to the hotel and have my way with you.” I winked.

His plump lips fell open into an ‘O’ an
d I knew I had peaked his interest, among other things. I turned swiftly to head back towards the table and to grab my bag to leave. I caught a glimpse of glaring eyes from across the dance floor. I turned, grabbing Sloan’s hand in my own and pulling him in the direction of my friends.