Apparently, we’d both been wrong.
I went to bed, finally, and dreamt of Zoey. In my dreams, she was on her knees, begging me to fuck her and spank her at the same time. I woke up hard as a rock and had no choice but to rub my cock, stroking it as I imagined the pretty Zoey begging for my dick. It was wrong, I knew. She was my best friend’s little sister, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her or craving her.
As far as I was concerned, that settled it. On Saturday night, I’d shoot my shot. I was smart enough to know I only had one chance, and I wasn’t about to blow it. Zoey was probably only in town for the weekend, or at most, a week. I’d ask her out and see where it went. Maybe we’d get to spend a few nights rolling around together and I’d get to see what I’d been missing. Maybe there would be more. Either way, I was certain of one thing.
I wasn’t about to let Zoey Lane slip by again.
2
Zoey
“Red or green?” I held up two dresses side-by-side. They were both beautiful in different ways. The red dress made my ass look huge and spankable, while the green dress was all about the tits. No matter what kind of guy I was going to flirt with tonight, I had an option to please.
Lauren, my brother’s girlfriend, just shook her head. She wrinkled her tiny little button nose, and she crossed her arms over her chest. It was easy to see why Felix had chosen a girl like Lauren. She was wildly adorable in all the right ways.
“You don’t like them?” I asked, a little disappointed about the dresses. Okay, so Lauren wasn’t nearly as much as a player as I was, but she had great taste, and I respected her decisions. Besides, it was my brother’s party. If Lauren didn’t think I should dress too skanky, I’d listen to reason.
“I love them,” she clarified. “I just think this will look best.”
She surprised me by holding up a thin piece of black fabric.
“Is that a belt?”
“No.”
“Is it a thong?”
“No,” she laughed, shaking her head. She tossed it at me. “It’s a dress.”
“Barely,” I said. Even for me, the dress was shockingly tiny. “I won’t be able to wear panties with this.”
“Cut the crap, Zoey,” Lauren laughed. “All of your brother’s hot single friends are going to be at the party. You don’t need panties.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I hate that word,” Lauren said. “I’m saying that you’re going to have a lot of opportunities to...play...tonight. If you want to take them, you should be ready.”
“Thank you,” I said, accepting the dress. “I like the way you think.”
I did, too. Lauren was absolutely perfect for Felix. She was sweet and funny and sassy. She was a schoolteacher, which meant she was basically the complete opposite from him. Felix worked at a high-powered law firm with none other than his best friend, David Walker. Together, the two of them were a lethal set of criminal defense attorneys who could do just about anything they set their minds to. They worked at a law firm that offered just about any service necessary, but those two were the rising stars at their firm.
“I’m not saying you have to sleep with anyone,” she clarified. “I mean, if you don’t want to.”
“I’m only in town for the week,” I said. “Trust me. I want to. I’m going to be bored out of my mind if I don’t find someone to entertain me.”
“Are you still planning to look at houses next week?” She asked carefully.
“Yep.”
I’d flown in the day before my brother’s party to get settled and to have time to relax, but my visit wasn’t purely to see family. I’d come to Kansas because I had been offered a job with a local digital media agency, and I had accepted. My dad and brother were the only ones I’d told. I hadn’t let anyone else know that I was going to be moving back. I didn’t really want to.
After high school, I’d left Kansas for a reason, and that reason was David Walker. I’d never admitted to my brother that David had been the one who punched out Eric. I’d never told him that David was the reason I hadn’t dated again until I had graduated and landed safely in California. Hell, I didn’t even tell him that I’d sprouted a huge crush on David at some point. As far as I was concerned, that was none of my brother’s business.
But it had been 13 years. I was no longer the 15-year-old sophomore who was hoping for an invite to the prom. Now I was 28 years old, and I was enjoying my career. I loved the companies that I worked with, and I loved helping people solve their marketing problems. It was everything I’d ever wanted. Part of me had hidden away in Monterey because it was beautiful, but there was another part of me that was just scared to be who I was.
Now I was old enough to know better, and I was old enough to chase after what I really wanted.
And what did I want?