Nothing Left to Lose (51 page)

“They’re over
there,” I stated, pointing towards Nate.

He smiled and
took my hand as he guided us through the crowd. Nate’s eyes widened
as we stopped next to him. “Wow, you look hot Anna. Fuck me,” he
said, looking me over slowly.

“Thanks for the
offer, but I think I’ll pass,” I joked, shrugging.

He grinned.
“You’re funny.”

“Did you have
fun last night? I was worried when you didn’t come home,” I
teased.

“Aw, that’s
sweet. Were you concerned about little old me? Or did you just want
someone to rock you to sleep?” he asked, winking and smirking at
me.

“Yeah, you know
anyone?” I shrugged, playing along.

Nate looked at
Ashton and grinned. “You know, Taylor, you said I’d be in love with
her by the end of the weekend and damn, I think you’re right.” He
slapped Ashton on the shoulder proudly.

“Too bad I’m
taken, huh?” I joked.

Nate stepped
closer to me. There was a calculating edge to his eyes that made me
slightly nervous, not in the frightened way, but in the ‘he’s up to
no good’ way. “I think we should play a little game,” he suggested,
grinning wickedly.

“What kind of
game?”

His smile
widened. “A dating game. Let’s see who can get the most phone
numbers from the opposite sex tonight.”

I laughed and
shook my head, stepping closer to Ashton. “I have all the phone
numbers I want, thanks,” I declined.

Nate pouted.
“Oh come on, a little competition. If I win, then I get to drive
your rental car for an hour tomorrow, and if you win, hmm well,
what do you want?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I laughed
wickedly as a plan formed in my head. “If I win, you get up on
stage and sing a song of my choice,” I bargained.

He laughed,
looking way too overconfident in his ability. “Deal. There’s no way
I’m losing this bet. Getting girls’ digits is my specialty,” he
announced proudly.

I turned to
Ashton and raised one eyebrow. “You okay if I play this, Pretty
Boy? You know I’m coming home with you, right? Not gonna have a
jealous hissy fit?” A jealous hissy fit wasn’t actually what I was
expecting, more like a panic attack because I would be more than
four feet from him while out in the open.

“As long as you
know you’re mine, we’re all good,” he answered, bending and kissing
my cheek. He turned to Nate and smirked confidently. “You really
shouldn’t play against my girl, buddy. She’s gonna kick your
ass.”

Nate made a
scoffing sound in the back of his throat and waved his hand
dismissively. “Winner is the one who has the most numbers by the
end of the night,” he explained with a confident smile plastered on
his face. His eyes were already scanning the area for potential
girls.

I shook my head
quickly. “I don’t want to play all night. Let’s make it an hour
instead.” Nate nodded in agreement, looking at his watch. “By the
way, are there any rules as to how to get these phone numbers?” I
asked curiously. I didn’t want to be accused of cheating.

“Nope, no
rules. Anything’s allowed. Hour starts now.” He winked at me and
then strode off into the crowd and up to a couple of girls that
were giggling off to one side, dancing drunkenly. They didn’t stand
a chance against him. He was a serious charmer, and his awesome
personality was matched by his good looks. I smiled and shook my
head at his slutty behaviour, but I just couldn’t bring myself to
dislike him for it. He was such a great guy, women were clearly his
downfall.

Turning back to
Ashton, I smiled. “Wanna dance?”

He frowned.
“You’re not doing the game?”

I nodded,
taking his hand and giving him a little tug towards where some
other people were dancing already. “I am. I just don’t need an hour
to kick his butt.”

After about
half an hour of us dancing and flirting, Nate stopped at my side
and grinned. “I’ve got four so far, how many have you got?”

“I haven’t
started yet.” I shrugged.

He frowned,
looking slightly annoyed. “Are you not playing?”

“Yeah, I’m
playing. I’m just about to make my move actually, wanna watch?” I
asked, winking slyly at him. I strutted confidently through the
crowd and up to the bar. I leant over to the barman and gave him a
seductive smile. “Hi, I need a favour; do you have a microphone I
can borrow?”

“Er yeah, I’ve
got one here so I can announce the band,” he replied, picking up
and microphone, looking a little baffled.

“Any chance I
can borrow it and stand on the bar?” I asked hopefully, pouting and
trying to be persuasive.

He blinked a
couple of times and nodded, handing me the microphone. “Er…
sure.”

I put a twenty
dollar bill on the bar. “Can I get a shot of whatever you have
there,” I asked, pointing to the nearest bottle. While he poured
it, I lifted myself up onto the bar, trying to be ladylike
considering my dress was relatively short. I grinned as I spotted
Ashton and Nate both watching me with confused looks on their
faces.

I stood up and
took the shot from the barman as he held it out to me. After
flicking the on switch on the microphone, I tapped the top of it,
making a loud noise and a little screech. “Excuse me? Hi. Can I
have everyone’s attention, just for a minute?” I said into the
microphone, making my voice ring out through the bar. People
stopped and looked at me, obviously wondering what was going on.
“So, my name’s Tracey, I’m twenty-one, and I’m only in town for the
next three days. I’m a part time lap dancer, and I’ve just found
out my boyfriend cheated on me with my sister!” I lied, downing the
shot. “He’s here tonight. His name’s Nate. He has blond hair and
blue eyes; he’s wearing a blue shirt. So, girls, if he comes up to
you, I’d think twice about it, fucking asshole!” I scowled, trying
to sound annoyed. “So anyway, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m
looking for some no-strings-attached rebound sex. If there are any
single guys in here interested, then come and give me your number.
I’ll be over in the corner with my gay friends.” I pointed over to
the corner where Seth and Wayne were. “Thanks for your time.” I sat
down carefully and then eased myself off the bar. I smiled
gratefully at the barman and placed the microphone onto the
bar.

“I’ll give you
my number,” he said quickly, scribbling on a napkin and holding it
out to me.

“Great, I’ll
give you a call tomorrow,” I looked down at the paper, “Paul,” I
added, reading his name off it. He grinned, and I walked back over
to a shocked Ashton and Nate. “Beat that,” I teased. “Oh, and I
think something by Queen would be good.” I patted Nate’s chest,
giggling at his astonished, yet slightly proud face.

“I told you not
to play against my girl,” Ashton chimed in, shaking his head in
disbelief.

By the time I
got back to where Seth was standing, I already had six numbers.
Nate shook his head in protest. “You cheated,” he accused.

“No way! I
asked you if there were any rules and you said that anything was
allowed. Isn’t that right, Wayne?” I asked, grinning.

Wayne nodded.
“Yep, dude, those were your exact words,” he agreed, laughing as
Nate punched him in the shoulder.

I grinned at
Nate triumphantly. “So, how many do you have? Can we stop now?” I
asked as another guy came up to me and handed me his number.

He sighed
dramatically. “Yeah, okay. You win, I guess,” he grumbled
dejectedly.

I grinned and
turned to Ashton, cupping his face in my hands. “What? You’re
secretly in love with me, and you’re not really gay?” I cried. He
flinched, taken by surprise at my outburst, but I didn’t give him
time to recover before I pressed my lips to his, kissing him
passionately.

As we walked
back to my apartment, I held Anna’s hand tightly. I’d had another
incredible night. The band had been great, dancing with her was
great, and Nate singing at the end of the night was priceless. Nate
was easily the worst singer I had ever heard in my life, so Anna
couldn’t have chosen a better forfeit for him to do.

Nate was coming
home with us tonight too. Due to Anna’s little
‘he slept with my
sister’
stunt, he hadn’t managed to hook up with anyone
tonight, much to his disappointment. From the corner of my eye, I
glanced at Anna and silently wondered if she was going to want me
to make love to her again tonight. Every part of my body hoped that
she did. The girl literally blew my mind. Last night and this
morning was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and I’d savoured
every last second of it in case I never got to do it again.

In a way, Anna
had ruined me. I couldn’t even look at other girls anymore; they
were nothing in comparison to her. She was just incredible inside
and out and what we had was more than just sex, it was everything
that was good in my world. Being that close to her and knowing she
would never allow another in my place made me feel as if I were the
only man in the world.

When we got to
my apartment, it was a little after one in the morning. “Hey, wanna
play PlayStation?” Anna chirped.

I grinned; she
honestly was the perfect girl. “Yeah, if you want to.”

Nate jumped
over the side of the sofa. “First game!” he called excitedly. I
rolled my eyes; he was such a kid at times.

“You two play
first, I’m gonna go change,” Anna suggested. As she walked past me,
she trailed her hand across my ass teasingly. I had the strong urge
to follow her into the bedroom, but I wasn’t sure she’d want that.
Instead, I plopped down onto the sofa next to Nate. We were in the
middle of a mission on Grand Theft Auto when Anna walked out of the
bedroom. She’d let her hair down so it fell messily around her
shoulders. She had on one of my T-shirts and nothing else. Her
long, toned legs were bare and begging to be touched. I couldn’t
take my eyes off her.

“Holy shit,
come sit by me, Anna,” Nate suggested, smirking at her and patting
the chair next to him. Jealousy reared its ugly head, as it kept
doing when he hit on her, so before I knew what I was doing, I’d
punched him in the arm.

Anna giggled
and shook her head. “I’m gonna make a sandwich or something, you
two want anything?”

“Yeah, sounds
good. You need a hand?” I asked, silently adding ‘or any other body
part’ on the end.

“Nah, I think I
got it, Pretty Boy,” she smiled her sexy smile and disappeared into
the kitchen.

Instantly, Nate
turned to me with wide eyes. “How the hell do you cope with that
all the time?” he asked, shaking his head.

“Cope with
what?”

“With dating
Anna. I mean, damn, she’s so hot, I’d just want to bone her all
day. You really like her, huh?” he questioned. He wasn’t teasing,
which was surprising.

“Yeah, I’m so
totally in love with her that it’s not even funny.”

“You’d better
not screw this up, bud, because seriously, I’m gonna ask her out if
you do,” he said, looking at me warningly. His serious expression
told me he wasn’t joking.

“I won’t screw
it up,” I promised. I just prayed that at the end of my assignment
she’d still want to be around me.

“Good, because
I really like this one, I think she’s a keeper.”

“Who’s a
keeper?” Anna asked as she strutted back into the room with a plate
of sandwiches, which she set on the coffee table.

“This girl on
the game,” Nate lied quickly.

Anna looked at
the screen, and a little frown lined her forehead because we were
driving down the street in a stolen police car, no girl in sight.
She picked up a sandwich and sat next to me, swinging her legs up
into my lap. My attention was now solely on her bare legs and not
on the game at hand so, of course, I was killed within a minute and
passed my controller on to her. The position certainly wasn’t
helping with my inappropriate arousal that seemed to happen all the
time around her, and she was sure to feel it poking her in the leg
but, thankfully, she didn’t mention it.

Unable to
resist, I traced my hand up her leg, marvelling over the feel of
her soft skin. My heart started to race as my hand reached her
inner thigh. Her leg twitched, and her breath seemed to catch in
her throat as she looked at me and sank her teeth into her bottom
lip. I gulped loudly as she sat up and manoeuvred herself onto my
lap. Her hand fisted into the back of my hair as her eyes locked on
mine. The pure, unadulterated lust that I saw on her face sent
shockwaves through my whole body. She leant in, pressing her chest
against mine tightly as her mouth inched towards mine before
stopping a hairsbreadth away.

“Bedroom, Agent
Taylor. Now.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke.

I grinned,
catching on immediately. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered, taking the
controller from her hand and tossing it to a shocked and envious
Nate. I gripped her pert little ass and pushed myself up off the
sofa, taking her with me. Her lips crashed against mine as I
carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind
me.

As the kiss
deepened, I pressed her against the wall. My fingers dug into her
thighs, trying to cope with the sheer luxury of having her body
wrapped around mine again. Slightly confused as to what she wanted,
I broke the kiss and put my forehead to hers. “Anna, what are-”

Her lips
pressed against mine, silencing me before I could voice my question
fully. Her hands immediately went to my belt buckle, pulling on it
frantically. My excitement bumped up another level as she wrenched
the buttons open and slipped her hand inside, releasing my now
painful erection. I groaned as her small hand wrapped around me
tightly.

“Now, please,
right now,” she begged breathlessly.