Sweet Ride (10 page)

“Uh … not gonna
happen. Ryder and Ella are here. Wait until we go home tonight,” I
reply, trying to dissuade him.

“Babe, I can’t
wait. That was so fucking hot. It was better than
Debbie Does
Dallas
, and I love that porno.”

“Well, go to the
bathroom. Not like you’ve never done that before,” I state
firmly.

“Fuck, you can be
such a bitch sometimes,” he snarls at me.

“I know,” I say
with a smirk. He turns around and walks through the men’s washroom
door. Suddenly, a big, tight chest blocks my vision. Knowing full
well who it is, I put my hands on him and grip tightly.

Jack takes his hands
and runs them up the outside of my bare thighs, whispering in my ear,
“You’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand watching you with him
when you’re supposed to be with me.” The feeling of his fingers
on my skin sends a rush to my core, making me wet and wanting. I
slowly come to my senses knowing I
need
to stop this, but I
don’t know if I
want
to stop this.

“Leave me alone,
Jack. I’m with Dag,” I groan out, as his mouth begins trailing
feather-light kisses around my neck, and his fingers glide up the
inside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he goes. He’s making it
harder and harder to push him away, but then I remember the night in
the parking lot and how all he wanted was to fucking use my body,
just like every other guy. I also think back to when I saw him out
with that woman last week. God, what a dick.

“Back the fuck off,
Jack, before Dag comes out,” I say, more sternly this time, pushing
at his chest. I really mean business this time. I think. Yeah, I
definitely mean it.

“Payton, where are
you?” Ella calls out. When her voice echoes out, Jack takes off
through another door, back to the bar area. Thank God.

“I’m here. I just
had to use the bathroom. Sorry.”

“No big deal. You and
Dag ready to go to Pulse yet?” she asks, eyeing me like I was doing
the nasty in the bathroom. Ugh.

“Yeah, whenever
shit-face decides to come back,” I mumble. I hope Ella didn’t
hear that. It just kind of slipped out.

“What?” she asks.
FUCK!

“When Dag comes back
we can head out, I guess.”

“Okay, let me get
Ryder,” she says, walking away laughing.

Twenty minutes later
we’re walking into Pulse: the best fucking dance club in town. And
no, I’m not saying that because I work here and I’m drunk! I
really mean it. It’s the only place in town where you can really
let loose and have crazy, wild fun. That’s what I need after what
happened back at Climax. I think I need a bit of fun to try to clear
my mind for a few hours.

Ella and I get a table
while the guys get our drinks (I order shots, of course). I don’t
want to think straight tonight. I just want to get fucked up and
forget everyone and everything.

After taking my fifth
tequila shot I’m pretty well shit-faced. Perfect.

The music’s booming
and I want to dance—so bad. Ella and Ryder went out on the floor a
while ago, so I finally give in and take Dag’s hand, dragging him
out with me into the sweaty crowd. Over the next couple of songs, I
let Dag take over and do whatever he wants while dancing, which of
course means his greasy hands are all over me. Not only are his hands
all over my body, but his lips are, as well. He starts kissing my
neck, collarbone, lips, and breasts over my shirt; wherever he can
without being too raunchy.

I hate knowing that
he’s getting too into this, too into us. I know he wants more from
me, which would normally fucking piss me off, but I’m so drunk
right now, I just don’t care and will deal with it later. I just
want to have a good time and dance. I feel his phone vibrating in his
pocket against my hip. He takes it out and glances at it then tells
me that he’ll be back in a few minutes and to carry on dancing. So
I do. I don’t need him to have fun.

I watch him walk off
the dance floor when “I Came to Party” by Deuce starts playing,
and I feel a pair of strong, firm arms wrap around my body. I’m
instantly aware of whose arms are holding me. Jack’s warm breath
sears the skin on my neck as he whispers in my ear while moving our
bodies to the sensual beat. “Bella, you’re so much better than
him; let me have you. I fucking need you.”

I gasp as I hear him
called me ‘beautiful’ in Italian and remember the other times
years ago when he’d used the same endearment. I love it when he
speaks Italian. It turns me on like fucking crazy, and my body
instantly reacts. I rock back into him, digging my ass as far into
his erection as I can. I love the feeling of knowing that I do that
to him.

“Jack,” I moan, and
he turns me around, takes my face in his hands, and plunges his
tongue in my mouth.

“Payton,” he
mutters in between hot, hungry kisses. He grips my ass in his hands
and lifts me up against his hard body. I instinctively wrap my legs
around his waist so that every inch of me is touching his body
somewhere.

“What the fuck?”
Dag yells from behind us.

Cocksucking
motherfucker!

Jack sets me back down
on the floor, but doesn’t move an inch away from me. This pisses
Dag off, and he pulls on my arm to get me to move away from Jack, but
I am so stunned and drunk to realize what’s going on that I don’t
move right away. Dag yanks on my arm even harder and shoves me to the
ground, charging toward Jack. I feel pain shoot from my tailbone all
the way up my spine as I fall on my ass.

Shit, fucking, shit!

“Payton,” Ella
shrieks, running over to help me off the dance floor. Wrapping one of
my arms around her shoulder for support, I watch as Jack angrily
stares down Dag.

“Are you okay?”
Ella asks, just as Ryder comes up behind her.

“I’m fine,” I
say, looking back over at the guys fighting over me, or at least
Dag’s trying to fight Jack. Jack looks kind of bored. This
shouldn’t surprise me; after all, he only wants to fuck me. Why get
into a fight over me, when he could have any woman he wants in this
club. Then, much to my enjoyment, Jack moves in lightning-quick speed
punching Dag in the stomach and executing some kind of super-cool
police move, taking him down on his back. Jack has his forearm
pressed against Dag’s neck, keeping him pinned to the floor

“Don’t ever fucking
touch her again!” Jack explodes, while Dag tries pathetically to
escape Jack’s hold. “She should be with me, not a piece of shit
like you. I’ll touch her whenever the fuck I want!” Jack roars.
“And if you ever push her again, I’ll fucking kill you! We
clear?”

“Yeah, we’re
clear,” Dag chokes out. Ryder pulls Jack off him. He stands and
looks at me with an unsure expression as Ryder says something to him,
then turns and walks away.

“Payton, get your
shit! We’re out of here!” Dag demands, as he sits up and walks
over toward me. Oh shit, he sounds super pissed.

“Not gonna happen,
man. She’s comin’ with us,” Ryder intervenes.

“It’s okay, Ryder.
I’m fine. He won’t hurt me,” I say, trying to reassure him,
hoping that it’s true. I never thought he’d hurt me, but I hardly
know him, so I’m not really sure. I know there’ve been strange
things going on with him and something just doesn’t seem right.
Going against my better judgment, mainly because of my inebriated
state, I’m going to leave with him anyway.

“You sure?” Ryder
asks sounding concerned.

“Yeah, babe. Thanks
anyhow,” I give him a hug and sneak in a pinch on his fine ass.
What can I say? It’s Ryder, and he has the best ass ever. I take
that back, the second best ass ever. Jack definitely has the numero
uno ass.

“Call me when you get
home, Payton,” Ella says, looking troubled.

“She’s staying at
my place tonight; don’t think she’ll have time for that, right
querida?” Dag says with a super creepy look on his face.

“I think I’m going
home tonight, Dag. It’s been a bad night, and I’d rather just go
to sleep,” I say softly so Ryder and Ella don’t hear.

“You can sleep at my
place,” he states, putting his arm around me. Oh, fucking hell.

“Fine,” I say,
giving in. I give Ella a quick hug before we head for the door and
get a cab to his place.

When we get inside
Dag’s apartment, I head straight for the bathroom to splash cold
water on my face. What a fucked up night. I don’t understand what
Jack’s up to.
Why won’t he just let me be?
I want him so
bad it hurts, but I just can’t do that to myself. He doesn’t want
me like I want him, and he’ll end up breaking my heart.

When I’m calmed down
a bit, I walk out into the living room. This can’t be where he
lives because everything he owns is expensive and flashy, and this
place is anything but. It’s tiny and sparsely furnished. It does
smell good in here, though, like a combination of cologne and
tobacco, which of course reminds me of Jack. Dag walks over to me,
puts his hands on my hips, and grips them tightly, digging his nails
into my skin through my clothes.

“What the fuck was
that about, Payton? Why was he touching you? I thought you didn’t
want him, that’s why you wanted to do this, right?” he hisses at
me. Shit!
How’d he know this was about Jack?
He looks super
fucking pissed.

“I don’t know, Dag.
I was totally drunk, and you were doing things to me when we were
dancing that turned me on. Then you left, and when he came up behind
me, I thought it was you,” I explain, trying to convince him of
something that’s a total lie, but whatever. “What does it
matter?” I add. I mean he knows this is
fake
, right? Who am
I kidding? He totally thinks this is real.

“It does fucking
matter, Payton. I think this could be more between us,” he says,
trailing his fingers down my neck, across the top swell of my
breasts, heading down to my stomach. He curls his other arm around my
back and pulls my body closer to his, so I can feel his erection
pressing into my stomach.

“I can’t do more,
Dag,” I whimper. “I’m sorry if you want it to be more, but
there’ll never be more between us.” I don’t feel bad telling
him this because he knew the deal when I first mentioned the idea to
him.

“We’ll see,
querida,” he replies, before taking my mouth in a kiss that I’m
sure he thinks is seductive. Ugh. During the make-out session, we
move toward the sofa, and he sits me on the edge, kneeling on the
floor between my legs. He begins rubbing my thighs with his calloused
hands, and I mean to push him away, but I can still smell Jack on me
from rubbing my body against his tonight and feel his hands on my
body, which lights me on fire again. Damn it!
Why does it seem
like all I ever think about is Jack?
I slowly close my eyes and
start visualizing him from earlier tonight.

“
Bella,” he
rasps against the skin on my neck. My eyes remain closed, and I lean
toward his body, as he starts touching and kissing me. I moan when he
starts to push my skirt up, lifting my hips so it bunches around my
waist. Jack pulls my panties aside and enters his finger in my very
wet sex. When he pushes another finger inside me, I buck and grind
against his hand.

“
Yes, oh fuck,
yes,” I moan, feeling something building that I’ve only ever had
with Jack. He leaves my lips and starts kissing down my body, ripping
my shirt down the front and kissing my breasts while still descending
down my aroused body.

“
Fuck Bella,
you’re so wet for me,” he groans against my pussy, just before he
starts licking my clit. My body’s burning, and I start feeling
myself tighten up knowing that I’m going to explode in his mouth,
on his tongue, at any second. I want it so bad, so I start grinding
my hips into his face, begging it to happen.

“
Oh fuck, Jack,
yes, oh God, yes.” I’m almost there when everything goes cold.

“
The fuck you
say?” Jack growls.

What? I open my eyes
and look at the man in front of me.

Oh Shit! It’s Dag.

“I … I …” I
stammer when his fist collides with my face, sending a searing pain
through my cheekbone. The force of impact makes my head whip to the
side.

“I’m going to make
you pay for that, Payton. You’re never going to forget my fucking
name again!” he hisses in my ear as he rips my panties away. I hear
his zipper as he pulls it down.

“No, don’t. I’m
sorry, I just can’t. Not right now,” I say, fear spiking through
me, tears falling freely down my cheeks. As I remember that traumatic
night years ago, I start to panic.

“Too late, chica. I’m
sick of this shit. I’m going to make you scream my name, not his.”
His menacing tone scares me. I’ve got to get out of here. I feel
dirty, and I’m going to be sick. I push on his shoulders as he
tries to force himself into me. He kisses me, trying to push his
tongue inside my mouth, but I won’t let him. He pinches one of my
nipples, and I scream out in pain. This only adds to the pain in my
face. When my mouth opens, he takes advantage and jams his tongue in,
so I bite down as hard as I can. He pulls back, cursing, so I take
the opportunity to drive my fist in his stomach, making him stumble
back a bit and keel over because I caught him off guard.

When he’s back far
enough, I kick him as hard as I can smack-dab in the balls. Fucking
right in the balls—works every time! A little move I learned in
self-defense classes. As Dag hunches over grabbing his groin, I jump
up and start running for the front door as fast as I can, not caring
that my shirt’s been ripped open and my skirt’s gathered up
around my waist. Dag’s apartment isn’t located in a normal
residential neighborhood. Oh hell no, of course his apartment’s
situated in an industrial area, which right now is pretty desolate.
No neighbors around to help me.

“Payton, you stupid
bitch! Get back here!” Dag shouts out from behind me somewhere.