Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (11 page)

“Finally, you take longer
than I do with your makeup,” I taunt, pushing on her back and
forcing her to walk out of the bathroom. “We have a party to attend
and while I’m all for being fashionably late, I do not want every
guy to be taken or vomiting by the time we get there.”

“Stop being such a drama
queen Savannah, you know, we nicknamed you well.” She teases as we
head out to my car. It’s midnight by the time we arrive at Vertigo
and there’s a massive queue outside the door. A hefty amount of
people glare at us as we use our VIP status to walk by them and
into the pounding club. The building is packed; there are more
people here tonight than I’ve ever seen and navigating through the
crowd is treacherous to say the least. After what feels like an
eternity we finally make it to the bar, I order a
Cherry Hooker
and it
brings a grin to Brooklyn’s face. It’s made from cherry brandy and
orange juice. It tastes like heaven in your mouth, cherry brandy
and orange, but more importantly, it gets you drunk fast…the
perfect combination.

“I’ll get the same as her.”
Brooklyn shouted over bar.

“So we’re being Cherry
Hookers together tonight?” I ask seductively.

“Yes we are; we’re going to
let loose, dance all night, get smashed and find us some men!” She
screams at me through the music, we’re both going to be hoarse
tomorrow.

We finish off our drinks
and head to the dance floor, managing to dance on our own for about
half an hour before a group of guys approach us and join in. I
automatically focus on one who looks to be about our age, with
short dark hair and broad shoulders; he looks like he spent an
awful amount of time in the gym and reminds me of an Abercrombie
and Fitch model.

He’s dressed as a rock-star
and, oh my, did he look sexy as hell under the rainbow of lights.
He walks up behind me, resting his hands on my hips and I begin
swaying into him with the music, his hands slowly working their way
down towards my thighs. I feel the heat radiating from his body and
sweat begins to mist my body, he leans down and runs his tongue up
the back of my neck, licking the saltiness away. Damn that’s hot. I
throw my head back against his shoulder as he works his way up my
neck, licking, kissing and sucking on it. Chills run up and down my
entire body and I wonder how it’s possible to be simultaneously
burning hot and covered in goosebumps.

He whispers in my ear that
he wants to get away from the crowd, and with our fingers linked
together, he leads me down the hallway and into the restroom
corridor.

“You look so fucking hot in
that cop outfit, it makes me want to be bad just so you’ll have an
excuse to handcuff me and punish me.”

He growls seductively into
my ear, sending more chills down my spine, making the pulsing
between my legs become unbearable.

“Oh believe me, I would
love to put these cuffs on you, but right now I have an even better
idea,” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite firmly, making
him shoot a sharp breath out. He presses me against the wall,
ravishing my mouth. He runs his hand slowly up the back of my
thigh, stopping when he reaches my ass.

“These fishnet stockings
are killing me…I don’t even know your name.” He grips my ass firmly
and moves his mouth down my neck, pressing against me until I feel
his hard length press against my stomach.

“Savannah, my name is
Savannah,” I manage to breath between moans; his tongue on my neck
is making it hard to concentrate on anything.

“Well Savannah, I think
it’s about time we got out of here before I rip your panties off
right here and fuck you against this wall.”

He spins me around so my
back faces the wall and slides his fingers up my thigh, this time
working his hands under my skirt. He rides his hand over my clit
through my damp underwear before sliding his fingers under the lace
fabric. I lay my head back against his chest and let out a deep
moan. The smell of his cologne, the sound of the music and people
everywhere was…
intoxicating
.

I’ve only drunk two Cherry
Hookers but it feels like I’d had triple that. My head is spinning
and my body is beginning to tighten. I feel my climax building and
the danger of doing this in public making it that much more
exciting.

“I…don’t know your name,” I
breathe, as I press myself deeper onto his enticing fingers,
silently demanding he continue.

“Shayne,” Just hearing his
deep rasp in my ear sends me over the edge and an orgasm rocks
through my body, causing my legs to buckle under me. His arm wraps
around my waist, holding me firmly against him. He quickly spins me
to face him again, “You’re one hell of a girl Savannah, you ready
to go and try out those handcuffs?” He flashes me a mesmerizing
grin that makes my entire body flush again.

I return to the bar to find
Brooklyn at the bar with one of the men Shayne had come here with.
I inform her we’re heading out to the parking garage and will be
back shortly to dance some more. I’m still reeling from the public
orgasm I just had; I’ve never done anything like that before and it
was exhilarating getting caught up in the moment, so turned on that
I couldn’t hold back.

I hold Shayne’s hand as he
leads me to his car, his eyes radiating desire. He rips off my
panties in record time and I help him unbutton his jeans, sliding
them down to his knees. This was going to be quick, pleasurable
sex. Tonight I was having fun. I want to forget about Logan and all
the women I’ve had to deal with over the last couple of weeks,
Shayne is the perfect guy to help me jump this hurdle and move
on.

I climb into the back seat,
pull out my handcuffs and tell him to handcuff me to the handle
above my head. He flashes a small smile and slides the cuffs
through the handle, attaching them to my wrists. Being restrained
has always made the entire sexual experience more arousing to me.
The idea of being completely vulnerable to another person, giving
them the power to do to you as they please, is tantalizing. Just
knowing you can’t do anything but lie there and take it is
mind-blowing in itself.

Shayne definitely knows his
way around a woman and gives me some of the best sex of my life. I
come three times before he lets me return the favor. My wrists burn
from the cuffs but the sensation is overpowered by pleasure surging
through my body. For the first time in a month I feel happy, free
from the pain and lies. I’m ready to move on with my life, to focus
on me and my happiness.

We clean up and head back
inside the club. We dance for hours and, only after admitting I
could no longer stand in my six inch stilettos did Brooklyn finally
agree it was time to head home. I hadn’t had a drink since the
earlier cocktails and I feel completely sober so I drive us home I
hated the idea of leaving my prize possession in a parking garage
overnight anyways.

I bid goodbye to Shayne,
thanking him for giving me a very memorable Halloween. I’m relieved
I managed to find a guy who I felt nothing but sexual attraction
for. There were no butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me;
there was passion yes, but nothing more.. I feel a hundred times
better leaving the club than I did when we first arrived, Brooklyn
was right; this is exactly what I needed.

“Lucky bitch, you got a
piece tonight and I leave empty handed."

Brooklyn says, giving me
puppy dog eyes and pouting her bottom lip at me.

“Hey, you get a piece of
ass every other day! I haven’t had sex for over a month and that
was a month too long, that’s for damn sure. Shayne rocked my world
tonight and it was exactly what I needed. So thank you for
convincing me to come out tonight.” I wrap my arm around her and
pull her against my side, resting my head on her
shoulder.

“Well, I’m just happy to
see you smiling again, even if it has only been a few hours. Seeing
you crying every day, keeping yourself locked up in our house is
heartbreaking. It makes me want to go and ram this stiletto heel
repeatedly into Logan Sanders’ groin.” She has a dead serious look
on her face - the usually easy going, bubbly Brooklyn was gone and
the angry, resentful Brooklyn was rearing her ugly head, I’ve only
seen this look a few times and it never ends well…Ever.

“I’m done talking,
thinking, dwelling on Logan, the only way I can get past all this
pain and sadness is to try to move on with my life and forget he
ever existed. I want nothing more than to make him suffer, but
wasting my energy trying to seek revenge on him is useless. It will
only hurt me more in the end. I don’t need to give the press
another story to write about. I’m sick and tired of seeing the
worst moment of my life all over the covers of numerous
tabloids."

“All I know is karma better
be a major bitch to Logan because he sure as hell earned a karmic
beat down…that’s for damn sure,” With that Brooklyn drops the
subject of Logan and we talk about my night, “I knew you were
always a closet wild child, Savannah Livingston.” She giggles as
she examines the red marks on my wrists.

“I told you before, I like
it kinky sometimes and I had no idea public sex could be so overly
stimulating. It felt like everything he did was magnified a hundred
times. I don’t know if it’s the danger of being caught, but it was
exhilarating to say the least. I don’t think I’ll forget this
Halloween for as long as I live.”

*****

Chapter 8

*****

We finally stagger through
our apartment door around four in the morning, tossing our heels on
the floor and heading silently to our rooms. . I crash hard and
fast, today has been physically and emotionally draining but
finally for the first time in a month, it’s in a good way. It’s no
sooner than I fall asleep though, that I’m bombarded with
nightmares of Logan, standing in the club watching me with Shayne,
laughing and chastising me, telling me how I’m a slut just like him
and gloating about how he’s ruined me for any other man. He tells
me how they might please my body but they’ll l never be able to
satisfy my heart. When I wake in the early hours, I find my sheets
drenched in sweat and have to strip my bed, I can’t escape him. I
suddenly feel sick about myself, was I a slut? I’ve always judged
girls who have sex with strangers; it grossed me out to think of
sleeping with a guy who I knew nothing about; anything could
happen. Now I seem to have succumbed to acting just like them.
Imagine if I’d picked the wrong guy.

I take a shower to wash the
stale sweat and the stagnant smell of Shayne from my body; it feels
like I bathed in his cologne. Just a few hours ago I’d felt like
tonight was amazing, I thought I was finally taking down some of
those emotional barriers I put up after Logan, yet now I’m
regretting it all. My head is swimming with conflictions and I
curse Logan for being able to ruin my night after everything that’s
happened.

I shower quickly and make
my bed with new sheets, it’s already getting light outside but I
fall back asleep in minutes, my mind still ablaze with thought of
Logan, Cara and Shayne.

The weekend passes quickly
although it seems every day lately is one big blur. Brooklyn stays
in the rest of the weekend, vegging out with me, watching shows we
had on the DVR. With both of us working all week it’s hard to find
time to sit down and watch anything. We’re in the middle of making
lunch on Sunday when Brooklyn’s phone rang; it was her agent. In
seconds she is screaming across the kitchen and jumping around with
excitement.

“OMG, that is amazing! Yes,
I'm so excited; I’ll be there bright and early Monday
morning…thanks, bye.”

Brooklyn puts her cellphone
on the kitchen counter and immediately starts screaming again,
enthusiastically bouncing her way over to me. I get so wrapped up
in her excitement that I start screaming and jumping around with
her.

“Wait! Why are we jumping
and screaming?” I can’t help but laugh at how silly we’re being. I
have no idea what was going on right now but her excitement is
contagious.

“The most amazing thing ever
just happened,” she cries as she grips my shoulders and shakes me
vigorously. “I went and auditioned last week for a small roll
on
Criminal Minds
,
it’s only one episode, I’m going to be a kidnap victim who will be
rescued by Shemar Moore and the other cast members!”

Her face flushes a deep red
and she starts bouncing on her toes giggling, “Shemar freakin’
Moore, Savannah! That smoking hot man is going to be like five feet
away from me! I swear to God, I just died and went to
Heaven.”

“Oh. My. God! Are you
serious? That’s amazing! Your parents are going to be so excited,
after all this time of struggling things are looking up. I swear I
would risk incarceration for the chance to touch Shemar Moore. When
he says “baby girl” he makes me tingle all over.” I can’t believe
this; Brooklyn is going to get to work on the same set as Shemar
Moore. That’s like dying and walking straight into
Heaven.