Lover's Revenge

Lover’s Revenge

Lover’s Revenge

Throwing a summer party at the beach house she
inherited from her grandmother is just what Dayna needs to
take her mind off her two-timing ex. After his best friend
arrives to check up on her she realizes her desire may have
been focused on the wrong friend. When they share a late night
walk on the beach, it’s clear he shares her lust. Now, Dayna is
determined to take advantage of their mutual attraction.

What’s a little revenge sex among friends?

Lover’s Revenge

© 2012 Lyric James

Electronic Publication January 2012

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“This was a realy good idea, Dayna. Thanks for inviting us,” her friend, Harper, said before diving in the pool.

Dayna had thought so too, when she’d sent out the mass email to just about everyone she knew. She’d assumed al the people she invited to spend with her this weekend would be enough to keep her mind off
the mistake
.

That was what she’d begun to cal him the last few months.

He didn’t deserve to be caled by the name his parents gave him.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” she replied after Harper resurfaced. “I’l see you guys later.”

It was dusk, her favorite time of day, when the sun seemed half-way in and half-way out of the ocean. The May sky was a perfect blend of crimson, orange, and gold, and today’s weather had been warm and sunny. The sea-salt air was clean and fresh and made her want to sit on the beach and slide her toes through the soft, warm sand.

She left the group splashing around in the pool and wandered inside the house. Between the people outside, the group inside, and those who were down at the beach, she had about twenty guests. She might have to make another grocery run before the weekend was over. The men had taken over and cooked on the gril that evening, and she’d had plenty of food, but with everyone hanging out, she might need more beer. The scent of griled hot dogs and hamburgers stil lingered in the air.

Dayna walked outside to the front porch. Warm air bathed her as she leaned against the balcony rails. She inhaled the salty air and thought about taking a walk along the beach to let the cool ocean play over her ankles and feet. Or she could go back through the house to dive into the pool. She hated feeling this way. Even though her home was ful, something was stil missing, and she knew what it was.

When she’d inherited the house from her grandmother three years ago, every party she’d ever thrown had included
the
mistake
. He’d been a sort of co-host, but now it was just her. She despised feeling alone in her own skin, especialy with a crowd around her.

A curl of rage slid through her veins. Even after six months, she stil wanted to slip her fingers around his neck and squeeze. No, better yet, his penis. She smirked at the thought.

She turned to look at the house she’d made a home away from home with its towering glass windows and pale blue trim. Her grandmother had won the lottery ten years ago and bought the beach house on a whim. Dayna had been surprised at the purchase.

It was hard to picture her grand in something so massive, with so many rooms, living in it al by herself. But the lady had made it her own, and Dayna absolutely loved it. Every time she came to Destin, she felt her presence and wished the woman who had been a second mother to her was there for her to talk to. Having a conversation with her had always been so much easier than one with her own mother, always so critical of her and the decisions she made. Nothing was ever good enough.

When Dayna graduated from nursing school, and even got her Master’s degree, her mother told her she should have gone to medical school to be a doctor. After she’d bought her two-story house in Talahassee, her mother complained that it would be hard for her to walk up the stairs. And even though her mother was probably right about the ex not being good enough for her, at the time it had realy hurt when her mother criticized him.

If her mother knew she’d broken up with
the mistake
, the words
I told you so
would repeatedly be drummed in her ears.

Dayna twisted around when she heard gravel crunch under the tires of an oncoming car and frowned. Everyone who’d RSVP’d arrived early this morning. Her house was the last on the street, so whoever it was had to know where they were going.

She recognized the car as it got closer and gripped the railing with both hands. The sleek, black, two-seater with dark-tinted windows, chrome wheels, and dealer license plate could belong to only one person.
The mistake’s
best friend, Jared Stephens.

What the hel was he doing here?

As his long length exited the car, she couldn’t help but catch her breath. God, he was gorgeous. Her ex had been
fine
, but Jared...there was something about him that made her think of Mathew McConaghey, David Beckham and Ryan Reynolds al wrapped up into one delectable package.

She’d never dated a white guy before, had never even thought about swinging that way, but Jared sure made her wonder what it would be like.

“Hey, Dayna,” he said with his smooth, cultured voice, a smile on his face as he approached.

Her heart raced, and she crossed her arms so he wouldn’t see her shaking hands. “Jared. It’s been a long time.” Since the night it happened, actualy. The night she’d caught her two-timing ex with another woman.

Jared was dressed for a day at the beach in a pair of white linen pants, matching shirt, and brown sandals. He came up the steps and hugged her. When he enveloped her in his arms, she caught a whiff of musk and pine and earth. Damn. He smeled good.

After he released her, she asked, “What are you doing here?”

His gaze roamed her face before he said, “I received your invitation.”

Dayna blinked. The mass email she’d sent out. She thought she’d deselected anyone who had a close connection to her ex. Her mouth opened and closed before she said, “You didn’t email me back to tel me you were coming.”

The side of his mouth tilted upward in the cutest lopsided smile. “It was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

She winced and nodded her head. “But you’re welcome to stay. You did drive al the way out here.”

Jared leaned his hip against the wooden post at the top of the steps. “To tel you the truth, I wasn’t going to come, but the meeting I had scheduled this morning was canceled. And actualy, I wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing. I…I mean, we haven’t seen each other since it happened…since that night.”

Dayna didn’t want to relive it or see the pity in his eyes. She moved away from him and turned her back, clenching and unclenching her fists. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine,” she muttered with a little edge in her voice. The last person she wanted to discuss her humiliation with was Jared. He probably knew al along what his
friend
had been doing behind her back, but because of their secret man code, of course, he wouldn’t, and couldn’t, tel her.

“If my being here upsets you, I can leave,” he said quietly.

With a heavy sigh, she twisted around to face him. Her gaze roamed over the angles of his face, and she was surprised she already knew every detail. The light scar in the middle of his left eyebrow happened while hiking with his father when he was eleven.

He’d gotten his hazel eyes from his mother and the dimple in his right cheek from his father. His ful, kissable lips...every man on his dad’s side of the family had them.

Kissable
lips. Why in the world had that thought crossed her mind?

He was so different from her previous boyfriend. In the beginning she’d thought the old adage,
birds of a feather flocked
together
. Strong, independent, loyal guys who worked hard, played even harder, but were faithful and considerate to the women they were involved with. She’d begun to think she was on her way to a marriage proposal.

What a laugh.

The entire time she’d dated
the mistake
, she only remembered Jared in a liaison with one woman. At least, she’d met only one. She knew he dated, of course, but he never got serious with anyone. Somehow, his trysts would run their course and end.

She often wondered why that was. The ex had told her that Jared wasn’t the serious type, so that led her to believe he was a player, but she never saw it for herself. He never paraded women around, talked about them, or degraded them in any way. To her, he’d always been respectful. Every time he’d joined them at the movies or out to dinner, he’d been unobtrusive, even though he’d made their twosome a threesome.