Wild Renegade (4 page)

The
dress I choose is leopard print; it is skin tight and super short. No panties
for this chick. I shake my head at myself. Dammit, I'm just looking for trouble
with Ace, aren't I? I don't want to be just another notch on his bedpost. But
he is really hot, and maybe just a little make out session would suffice. Plus,
it would infuriate Hillary.

I'm
just slipping into my five inch gold strappy heels when there is a knock on my
door. My heart kicks up a notch and my stomach flutters at the thought of who is
knocking. I check the time. 8:58 pm. I smooth my hands down my dress and head
for the door. I check the peephole to make sure it's Ace. It is.

I
take a deep breath and open the door. Ace, who is staring off down the hall,
turns with a smile on his face toward me. His eyes widen and his smile drops,
leaving his mouth gaping open. His eyes land on my cleavage and linger there
for a moment before slowing raking down the rest of my body and legs. I flush
at the open appraisal.

"You...I...uh..."
Ace stutters. He shakes his head as if to clear it and tries again. "You
look...whoa...I mean...goddamn!"

His
eyes still haven't come back up to meet mine, lingering at chest level. When
they do finally come up to hold my gaze, my breath catches at the raw desire
swirling in their crystal blue depths. He licks his lips – a move that I
don't think he did consciously.

"Let
me grab my purse so we can go," I say, needing to back up from all of the
sexual vibes rolling off him.

Ace
put his hand on the door to hold it open while I turn to grab my purse. I hear
him make a strangled noise as I reach to grab it off the end of the bed. I
glance over my shoulder to see him biting his bottom lip as he checks out my
ass. My purse is just a small little thing with a wrist strap; it can only hold
my phone, ID, and money. I double check to make sure my key card is in there
before turning back around and sauntering back over to the door. It's actually
kind of nice to have this much of an effect on a guy.

In
my heels, I'm practically the same height as Ace. He might still have an inch
on me, but it's pretty close.

"You
look incredible," Ace growls.

When
I look over at him, he is once again looking me over. I flush. "Thanks."

We
stop at the elevators and Ace hits the down button. I take a moment to look him
over. He looks incredible, too. He's in dark blue jeans, a gray V-neck T-shirt,
and a black leather biker looking jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his
elbows. His jeans are haphazardly tucked into the tops of his black boots
giving the whole look a badass aura. His forearms are covered in tattoos, just
like Sebastian Beck.

The
elevator doors open, making me have to look away from him. Ace and I step into
the elevator. He hits the button to take us down to the lobby.

"Is
everyone already down there?" I ask, trying to strike up some kind of
conversation.

"Ah...I
think so," Ace mutters.

I
can see his reflection in the elevator doors and he's still staring at me. I
smile and shake my head. "You know, a picture will last longer," I
tease.

"Unless
you want me jacking off to it, that might not be a good idea," he mutters,
finally tearing his eyes away from me.

I
bark out a laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You
should, it's a big one." He grins at me.

The
elevator stops at the lobby and we get off. We turn the corner and head for the
lobby where I can see everyone else waiting. Dean, Beau, and Lizette are there,
along with Hillary, her butt buddy, a couple of the other male dancers, and
three giant bodyguards. Hillary’s eyes are locked on me, shooting daggers at my
heart. Whatever, I don't give a fuck about her.

Dean's
mouth drops open when he sees me and his eyes darken with lust. Well, shit.
It's then that Ace's hand comes up to gently grasp the back of my neck. It's a
very possessive move. One that he really doesn't have the right to make. I am
not a piece of meat to be claimed. I decide whom I’m with. He doesn't get to
warn other men off of someone who's not his. I stop walking, forcing Ace to
stop as well. His hand falls away as he turns to look at me.

"What's
wrong?" he asks in concern.

I
turn to stand in front of him, putting my back to everyone else. "You keep
your hands to yourself," I whisper.

He
frowns in confusion. "Really?"

"Yes,
really. That move you just pulled was to warn Dean off..."

"...No,
it wasn't..."

"...Yes,
it was. I'm not stupid. You think I didn't see the way that he looked at me.
I'm not your girlfriend, or your date, or anything to you at the moment, so you
don't get to decide who I can or can’t be with. Maybe I'd rather be with Dean
over you, ever think of that?"

"I...uh...I...no.
I thought you liked me," he stutters. He is obviously way out of his
comfort zone with me. I don't take shit...from anyone.

"I
never said that I didn't, but maybe I like Dean, too," I reply, raising an
eyebrow at him.

"Do
you?" he asks, a tinge of disappointment in his tone.

I
shrug. "I don't know either of you well enough to decide just yet, but I'm
not some groupie whore who is going to sleep with you just because of who you
are, so don't treat me like one."

Ace
nodded, respect and admiration shining bright from his eyes. "Okay, you
are absolutely right, I'm sorry."

I
nod in acceptance of his apology and turn around to go meet up with the rest of
the crowd. I smile and say hello to everyone, except the bitches, of course. I
end up standing next to Lizette as we wait for the limo to pick us up. I can
feel both Dean and Ace staring at me. It's getting to the point where I wish I
wore something else. I'm not used to getting such blatant ogling. And I really
need to make sure that I don’t flash my hoo-ha when I get in and out of the
limo – oh, what a great headline that would be – I’d have to kill
myself.

I
turn to face Lizette. "Do I look like a slut?" I ask her quietly.

Lizette
laughs. "Girl, if anyone can pull off wearing that dress and
not
look like a slut, it's you,"
she says matter-of-factly.

"I
just feel like maybe it's a little too much." I sigh.

"No,
it's fine. You look fantastic," Lizette assures me.

She
is looking pretty fantastic herself. She's in a silver sequined dress that is
also skin tight and short. Her long blonde hair is down and flowing over her
shoulders and
back
. She's a very beautiful woman, who
landed herself an extremely handsome man in Beau Kennedy. He obviously only has
eyes for her; he has not once checked me out. It's incredibly sweet the way he
watches her. The love between them is very evident - every smile they give each
other, every heated glance. I can only hope that one day I find a love like
that.

~Ace~

The
stretch limo finally shows and we all pile in. I end up sitting next to Dean on
the double seat by the back doors. I'm not sure how I feel about being put in
my place by Nicole. On one hand, I admire her for being the strong woman that
she is, but on the other, I'm irritated that I don't have her complete
attention. I'm not used to having to compete with Dean for a woman. It's
usually either they want him or they want me.

Nicole
is sitting on the end of the bench seat next to Lizette, so she is adjacent to
me. We are close enough that our knees brush together when the limo turns. She
is chatting it up with Lizette and I can't help but watch her. She's so
beautiful with her olive skin and dark hair. Her dark eyes are shrewd and I
swear she can see into my soul. That mouth of hers is just begging me to kiss
it. Her lips are pouty and sultry and I want to bite that bottom lip of hers.
And that body of hers...no words. She is tall and lean and toned. Her legs are
to die for and I would kill to have them wrapped around my waist...or my
shoulders.

When
we get to the club, we all file out of the limo and gather on the sidewalk.
There is a roped in line along the side of the building for all of the
non-celebrities trying to get in. Yeah, we don't have to wait in that line.
Dean takes the lead and heads for the bouncer at the door. As we're walking up,
I can hear people starting to recognize us. At first it starts as "Is that
who I think it is?" to full out screaming "OH MY GOD! IT'S ACE
VAUGHN, BEAU KENNEDY, AND DEAN DAVENPORT!"

We
smile and wave as most of the women in the line go absolutely nuts. Then the
flashes from camera phones start. Ugh, can we please go in already? The bouncer
finally opens the door for us and we all enter the club.

The
music is bumpin' and it's a good song, so I start bobbing my head as we make
our way through the dense crowd to find a table. A soft, small hand finds mine
and I glance back to see that it's Nicole. She gives me a sweet smile that I
can't help but return. I lead her through the gyrating bodies toward a back
corner where I see that Dean has found an empty section of white couches. Our
bodyguards hang close by and redirect unwanted attention away from us. We all
find a spot on one of the couches as a waitress walks up to take our drink
orders.

I
start with a few shots and a vodka cranberry. Nicole, who is sitting next to
me, orders a rum and coke. I lean back into the couch, putting my arm along the
back of it and behind Nicole's shoulders. I lean in close so that I can talk to
her over the music. She's already dancing in her seat.

My
lips brush the shell of her ear as I ask, "You're gonna dance with me, right?"

Nicole
turns her head to look at me, putting our lips only inches apart. Man, I am
dying to kiss her. Her brown eyes meet mine.

"Yeah,
we can dance," she replies.

"You
know, if looks could kill, you'd be dead right now." I tell her.

Hillary's
eyes have not left us for one minute since we left the hotel. It's really
starting to get on my nerves. I don't know what the hell she is thinking, but
we had sex once and that's it. It's never going to happen again.

Nicole
rolls her eyes but doesn't move or turn away. "Don't get me started. I'm
ready to smash her face in."

I
grin. "I would pay to see you go all Philly on her ass."

Nicole
laughs. "I'm sure it will happen sooner or later."

"No
doubt," I agree.

With
the way things are going already, I think I might have to have a talk with her.
These evil glares have to stop. I don't like feeling as though someone is
always watching me. It's creepy. As the drinks start flowing, I forget all
about Hillary and her crazy obsession with me. My only focus is Nicole. I want
to get her on the dance floor so I can have that sweet body of hers up against
mine.

Chapter
Three

~Nicole~

Jesus
Christ, how much liquor was in those drinks? I'm hammered after only three of
them, but they tasted soooo good I couldn’t stop myself.
 
I
thought you weren't going to get drunk?
I wasn't trying to!
Am I talking to myself?
Did I just answer?
Shit, I am really
drunk! I suck down the last of my third drink when Ace stands and holds his
hand out to me. I look up at him through glassy eyes. He's taken off his
leather jacket and is in just his gray T-shirt now. He nods toward the dance
floor. Ooookay! I set down my glass on the table in front of me and stand. I
sway but Ace grabs my arm and steadies me. I giggle and let him pull me into
his strong arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His eyes darken and he smiles naughtily as he starts walking backward toward
the dance floor with me still wrapped up in his arms.

Ace
finds a spot in the mass of writhing bodies and wedges his hard thigh between
mine as we start to move to the music. His hands are roaming all over my back,
sides, and ass. Our hips jam together and there is no doubt that he is
extremely turned on. The rigid length of his dick is pressed snuggly against my
pelvic region, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want his cock somewhere
else at the moment. Inside of me, maybe? Yeah, that'd be good.

Dammit,
I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I'm not thinking clearly. I don't want
to be some one night
stand
for him. But he's not
playing fair with those sexy crystal blue eyes and sensual lips of his. Why
does he have to be so damn gorgeous?

I
don't even know how long we’ve been dry humping for – because basically,
that's what we're doing – before I feel Ace's mouth at my neck. His warm
lips kiss a trail up to my ear. His hand palms my ass and gives it a squeeze as
he nips at my ear.

"You
are so fucking sexy, I want you so badly right now," he rasps in my ear.

"I'm
not a slut," I slur even though I know I'm going to end up fucking him,
because seriously, I really, really want to.

"I
never said you were."

Fuck
it.
 
As soon as the words leave his
lips, I kiss him. I'm not talking a little peck either. This is a full on
make-out session right here. Our teeth bump and our tongues clash together. He
tastes like cranberry juice and it's freaking delicious. He moans and thrusts
his hands into my hair. I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as he takes
control. Heat quickly pools between my legs.

I
know I shouldn't be doing this; I shouldn't be kissing him, and I definitely
shouldn't let it lead to other things, but dammit, I'm drunk and I really can't
find it in myself to care. I claw the back of his head as I press my aching
breasts against his solid chest. It's been a while since I've had sex, and
yeah, I really need it right now.

Ace
wraps an arm around my waist and starts propelling me backwards. We bump into a
few people but no one seems to care. We're still kissing as we're moving, mind
you. Suddenly, my back slams into a wall and Ace's hard body pins me against
it, his mouth back at my neck. I gasp as his large hand covers my breast and
squeezes. He drags his mouth up to my ear, his goatee scraping my skin the
whole way. I shudder, damn, that feels awesome.
 

"I'm
gonna fuck you so good," he growls.

Thank
god he has me pressed against the wall because I swear my knees would have
never held me up after hearing that. No guy has ever talked even the least bit
dirty to me. Apparently, I like it. At least when I'm drunk, anyway.

I
have no idea where in the club we are, but it seems like a dark hallway. Ace
once again wraps me up in his arms and moves me. This time his hand slams into
a door and we stumble through. I have a moment to realize that we've stumbled
into the men's bathroom. There are actually a few guys standing at the urinals
as Ace propels me toward the handicap stall.

"Really,
Ace?" I hear Beau's voice drawl.

"Shut
the fuck up," Ace mutters before closing us in the large stall and locking
the door.

Once
again, Ace shoves me up against the wall. I gotta say, I am really loving the
rough handling, it's really freaking hot! He kisses me hard as his hand
immediately lands between my legs. He groans when he realizes that I'm not
wearing panties.

"You're
trying to kill me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

I
snicker against his mouth, making him smile, too. He makes quick work of his
belt and zipper, while reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a condom. As
he opens it, I reach into the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs and palm his
rock hard cock. His very nice sized rock hard cock. He hisses out a breath, his
hips thrusting forward into my hand. Oh god, I can't wait to have this
beautiful man inside of me.

"Fuck
me," I breathe.
Holy shit! Did I
just say that?

Ace's
eyes practically roll back into his head for a second before he springs into
action. He shoves his pants down his thighs, rolls the condom on, yanks my
dress up over my hips, and then lifts me up. I instantly wrap my arms and legs
around him. He uses his chest to press me back into the wall to help hold me
up. One hand is clutching one of my ass cheeks while the other is being used to
guide himself into me. He presses in slowly. His eyes are locked onto mine the
entire time he's entering me. Talk about sexy. I gasp when he's finally
completely inside. Oh god, he feels so good.

He
leans in and kisses me softly as he starts to move. Our noses brush and our
lips catch on each other's as he goes. I moan low, trying to keep as quiet as
possible because of where we are. I don't think sex has ever felt this good
before. I don't know if it's the excitement that other people may be listening,
or possibly just the serious attraction to each other that we have? Whatever it
is, it feels amazing.

"Goddamn
baby, you feel so fucking good," Ace pants before smashing his mouth
against mine.

I
moan into his mouth. He thrusts into me over and over. I swear I've died and
gone to heaven. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and grip his dark hair.
I yank Ace's head back by his hair and bite his bottom lip. He blows out a
harsh breath and I know that he’s trying not to cry out. I tighten my legs
around him as his rhythm picks up.

"Are
you gonna come for me?" Ace pants.

"Yes,"
I breathe.

And
it's true. I can feel the orgasm building. I'm shocked actually because I
usually don't come by just penetrative sex, I usually need some clitoral
stimulation too. But this time is different. I drop my head back against the
wall as my body coils tight. I'm right on that edge. Ace drops his mouth to my
neck and runs his tongue in a line up to my ear.

"Do
it, Nicole. I wanna feel you come around my cock," he whispers.

Well,
shit, doesn't that just set me off? My breath catches in my throat as my orgasm
explodes out of me. I whimper as my core contracts around him. My whole body is
trembling and it takes everything I have not to scream out. Ace's grip on my
ass tightens and I'll be surprised if I don't have bruises of his fingers there
in the morning.

"Ace,"
I mewl.

"Fuck,
yes," he hisses.

He
shoves up into me a few more times before he orgasms with a final thrust and a
grunt. Ace drops his forehead to mine as we struggle to stay upright. I can
feel him shaking; most likely from his orgasm and the exertion of holding me
up. He leans in and kisses me languidly and something emotional shifts between
us as he kisses me. The kiss seems like more than just an after sex kiss. It's
like he's trying to convey his feelings through it, which is ridiculous because
we've only known each other for a week.
 
What kind of feelings could be possibly
have
for me other than sexual attraction?

Ace
slowly pulls away and helps me set my feet back on the ground. We clean up as best
as we can and straighten our clothes. Ace stares at me for a moment, a soft
smile on his face.

"What?"
I ask curiously.

He
shakes his head. "You look thoroughly fucked. It’s a beautiful look on
you." He smirks, reaching out to fix my hair.

I
smile drunkenly and reach up to fix his messed up hair. "Ditto."

He
chuckles and kisses me again. "We better get outta here before I try for
round two."

I
hum my agreement as he takes my hand and opens the stall door. Luckily, no one
is in the bathroom. I glance in the mirror to make sure that I look okay. And I
do, thank god. Makeup is still in place. Hair is okay. Dress is fine.

"You
look gorgeous," Ace murmurs, his eyes looking at me with a fondness that
has my heart fluttering in my chest.

I
smile and let him lead me out of the bathroom. We enter the darkened club and
find our way back to the couches where everyone is hanging out. Well, Beau and
Lizette aren't there, they are on the dance floor. Dean is sitting on the couch
with some chick that he must have found in the club. She's sitting in his lap,
kissing his neck. His eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side,
giving her better access. I shake my head. He might be the next one in the
bathroom.

Ace
sits on the couch and pulls me down onto his lap. The waitress shows up and we
order more drinks. I glance around because I can feel the death glare on me.
Yup, there she is, Hillary, giving me the nastiest look that I've ever seen.
She's standing at the edge of the dance floor, staring at me. Her gaze is
livid. And of course, being as hammered as I am, I shoot her the finger. Her
eyes flash furiously.

Ace
notices what I'm doing and chuckles. He then grabs my face and kisses me, a
teasing, deliberate kiss to piss her off even more. I'm sure that this is just
cranking her up and is probably going to make her explode at some point, but I
don't really care. She can go kick rocks.