Misguided Heart (20 page)

I was going to grab her finger and pull her hand over my rock hard dick,
and then pull her mouth to mine with my other hand. The scenario played out in my head in slow motion, and my pants became unbearably tight. When she turned and took off, I silently cursed myself for being such a dick.

I stayed in my seat, pulled the closest girl onto my lap and mot
ioned to the bartender to fill my glass up. If I couldn't have her, I was going to have somebody. As the long legged blonde straddled my already hard lap, I scanned the club trying to get a small glimpse of Aston. When I couldn't find her, I focused all of my attention back to the girl sitting on top of me. She was slowly kissing up my neck and I couldn't tear my thoughts away from wondering what Aston was doing.

When she reached my lips, I solemnly shook my head. A big part of me wanted this, needing to be inside of someone to calm my fervently beating heart for the one woman who I couldn't have. I gently removed her from my lap, pulling her onto the dance floor with me. If Aston wanted to play that game, well I could play too.

I wrapped my arms around the blonde's waist, pulling her hips into mine. The song was a fast one and she had no problems in the dancing department. Don't get me wrong this girl was hot, but not as hot as another blonde I couldn't stop thinking about.

Just as she dipped down low and ran her hands up my thighs, I spotted Aston with her girls over at the bar. Of course that douche bag was eating her up, and most likely over serving her
, but I stood back and let it run its course. If I wanted to have her all to myself, I had to wait for the right time.

Aston

I was beyond livid as I looked into his smoldering amber eyes appraising me. I should have known that his pompous ass was behind all of this. Though as I stood there, staring at him with my best 'fuck you' glare, I could feel my body responding to him. I could feel the wetness in my skirt, so I forced myself to walk away. I wanted to run to him, wrap my arms around him and have my way with him, right there on the stool he was perched on.

But I didn't!

Instead, I turned and ran off to find the girls. This night was turning out to be far more than I had anticipated. As much as I wanted to see Sloan, a bigger part of me was throwing up caution signs all along the way.

When I made it back up to the bar, I found Annie flirting shamelessly with another one of the hot bartenders. He wa
s a bit smaller than Auggie, but just as good looking. I laughed as I saddled up next to Ariel. She seemed enticed by her drink as she slowly stirred the straw around in her glass.

“H
ey lady, what's wrong? Are you not having a good time?” Ariel was a very pretty girl. She was around Annie's age but looked about five years older. Her chestnut brown hair was cut in a sleek bob and it suited her very nicely. She was a thin girl, but not too thin and her face looked like porcelain. I wonder why she didn't have a boyfriend?

“N
o, I'm having a great time. Thanks so much for inviting me.” Her face read something completely different.

“O
f course. I noticed you haven't been dancing a whole lot. Do you not like dancing?” For some reason, I felt compelled to get to know this girl.

“N
o, I love to. My mind is just a little preoccupied, that's all.”

“I'm sorry. Is there somewhere else you'd rather be?” She was acting really strange and I was getting worried.

“Aston, I have to tell you something.”

“O
kay.” I looked at her intently, not ready for what she was about to confess.

“I helped Sloan plan this. I thought I was doing the right thing, but now I just feel awful. Especially after I saw how mad you got when you saw him. I'm so sorry.”

I threw my head back in laughter, which caught the attention of Shelby and Annie. They both gave me perplexed looks as I tried to tame my laughing down to a minimum.

“Oh h
un, I don't care. I know how persuasive that man can be. I have been on the receiving end one too many times. No worries, love. Now cheer up and have a good time.” I raised my glass, clinking it with hers. “Bottoms up girl.”

A huge smile hit her face and I was pleased that she was letting loose. There
was still something off with her, but I brushed it aside, not wanting to dwell on it. I grabbed all of the girls by the hand and pulled them behind me and onto the dance floor. I caught Sloan out of the corner of my eye with some blonde, all but attached to him and laughed knowing she was a horrible replacement.

As the night bega
n winding down, I realized what time it was and made my way over to Shelby. “Hey girl, it's one o'clock. I need to get home and sleep some of this alcohol off before work. You guys going to stay?”

S
he nodded in response then spoke. “I'm going to stay. Since you blew off that Auggie fella, I think I might partake in him. As long as you don't mind?”

“H
ave at him, Tiger. I'll call you tomorrow.” I kissed her on the cheek and made my way though the crowd to the front door. I didn't see Annie or Ariel anywhere, so I made my way out of the club.

“C
handler, have you seen the other two girls I came with?” I knew I was shouting but my ears were ringing at full volume.

“Y
eah, they took off a little bit ago.”

“Shit!” D
amn it, those bitches took my ride home.

“D
o you need a ride, babe?” I had always hated that he called me that. I swallowed down the bile creeping up my throat as I shook my head. Before I could fully answer, a familiar voice answered for me.

“I've got her.”

Ugh! Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

“I'm fine, thank you. I'll just take a cab.
” I shrugged his arm off of my shoulder as I searched my handbag for my phone.

“N
o you won't. I don't mind, really.”

“Y
ou may not mind, but I'm sure your date does. Honestly Sloan, I'm fine.”

H
is finger was under my chin, pulling it up so I was looking right into his eyes. “Number one, she's
not
my date. The only reason I was hanging out with
her
is because
you
wouldn't come and hang out with
me
. Number two, I'm taking you home. I don't trust a cab driver to not pull over and have his way with you, especially dressed like that.” His eyes raked down my body and my nipples instantly hardened.

Oh man, was I in T-R-O-U-B-L-E!

I nodded my head and let him lead me in the direction of his car.

Sloan

My night had turned to shit in an instant and I sulked in a corner by myself, waiting for Aston to be ready to go. I told Ariel that I had no problem taking Aston home, so she and Annie could take the limo.

Ariel had helped me orchestrate this whole debacle tonight, so I knew she would be more than willing to help me out one last time. When she agreed
, my heart picked up pace and jumped in my chest.

I couldn't explain the draw I had to this woman, but god be damned if I wasn't going to find out. I calculated my moves, waiting for the precise moment to jump in and save her. Not that she needed a man to save her, she had made that perfectly clear, but I couldn't help myself. I needed her to need me, even if it was just for a ride home.

I watched her as she made her way out the door of the club. I knew one of her exes worked the door and that she would most likely stop to say goodbye, so I gave her a five-minute head start.

Damn if I didn't feel like a stalker!

I watched as she grappled with the decision on whether or not to call a cab. You could tell by her reaction to Chandler, the bouncer, that she was definitely not going home with him. Intervening at this point felt wrong, but I needed to feel her next to me for a little bit longer. After arguing with me for a few minutes, she finally agreed to come with. I'm sure it helped her make up her mind when I pointed out what a cab driver would be willing to do, if they had her in their cab.

Okay
, maybe that was going a little overboard but it got her to come with me. My arm instinctively wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into me when I felt her pull away. There was no way I was letting her get away from me, so I just pulled her in a little bit tighter.  When her body finally relaxed into mine, I smiled knowing I was slowly getting under her skin, but in a good way.

Aston
faded in and out of consciousness as we drove to her house. I had memorized the back roads, to get us there faster, but the ride still seemed to drag. I wasn't complaining. It was more time that I got to look at her beautiful face. When her house came in view, my stomach clenched at the thought of having to leave her.

Her face was looking a little green
, and I tried to remember back to how much she had to drink tonight. When my count passed eleven, I gunned it and pulled in her driveway just as she opened the door, spilling the contents of her stomach on the curb. I made my way over to her, pulling her back as she continued to heave. Her hands tried to push mine away a dozen times, but she was no longer in control.

“S
top trying to push me away, Aston. Just let me take care of you, please.”

Her hand dropped from my leg a
s she slowly gave up. She shook her head and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. When she was finally done, I swooped her up into my capable arms and carried her inside. She tucked her head under my chin and I finally was able to take a deep breath.

I took the stairs two at a time, just in case she had the sudden urge to throw up again. When I reached the threshold of her bedroom
, I waited for her permission to take her all the way inside. With a small nod, I walked over to the bed and began undressing her. I took my time with her heels, admiring every inch of this amazingly beautiful woman. The somewhat gentlemanly side of me stood back and decided to speak.

“I
’ll turn around so you can get undressed the rest of the way and get under the covers.”

He
r glossy eyes met mine and my heart started to melt. “Stay with me?”

It was
a question, not a statement, and I didn't know how to answer. Should I be a gentleman and say no, or do I give in to my heart's desire and jump into the bed beside her? “Are you sure?” I whispered, praying she hadn't changed her mind.

“Y
es, I'm very sure.”

I was silently jumping for joy like a prepubescent boy. My hand slipped out in front of her, helping her to stand and undress. I turned my head as she used my shoulder for support. My eyes veered to her
, and I caught the smallest glimpse of her naked form. My pants instantly tightened and I silently cursed myself for looking.

Damn it
, you horny dick!

My hand went cold as the warmth her hand held disappeared. I quickly turned around to see her safely tucked under her covers. I smiled down at her sleeping form before I grabbed a pillow and made my way back downstairs. E
verything in me told me to go back upstairs and curl my body around her small frame. I must have looked at the stairs at least a dozen times before I finally settled in on the couch. There was a small afghan laid across the back of it that was a little too small, but it would do for the night.

I laid fl
at on my back, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. I never noticed how intricate the details in her house were. The vaulted ceiling had intricate tiny drawings etched into the plaster. Upon further inspection, I noticed all the details in the paint in her living room also. Her walls weren't just painted, they were well thought out pieces of art. I smiled knowing that my suspicions were being confirmed; she was so much more than what you saw on the outside.

My eyelids became extremely heavy
, and I was fighting a losing battle to stay awake. Seconds later, I succumbed to the darkness and fell into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

****

My dream was as realistic as they come. Aston's hands were all over me and she was actually allowing mine to be all over her. My lips slightly touched hers and I was startled awake.

H
oly shit! I wasn't dreaming. I took in the sight before me and couldn't help but get a little choked up at the sight of Aston's perfect naked silhouette straddling me.

Aston

When I woke up a little while later, it was still pitch black outside. I lifted the comforter off of me and was completely mortified as I took in my naked body. My brain slowly began rewinding and the mortification only intensified, as I remembered my prize-winning moment of throwing up in front of Sloan.

Sloan! Shit, was he still here?

I remember asking him to stay with me, but he wasn't in the bed next to me. Great, I'm sure I finally pushed him away enough, that he was over it. I tip toed my way to the landing on the stairs and found his gorgeous sleeping body, sprawled out on my couch. After debating in my mind whether or not to do what I felt was right or to do what I wanted, I took my naked ass all the way down the rest of the stairs.