Never Me (17 page)

“What is it, Nadine? She is gorgeous, probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He had to know that stung. I was sure he did. I felt the heat on my cheeks. He was still mad. Fine, I had an ace to play.

“She sure is, if you like men,” I said, antagonism dripping from my voice.

“I would bet my dick on a stick that is not a man! Surely a woman as beautiful as you isn’t afraid of a little competition.”

“Well, I would hate to see your dick on a stick, Spencer, but how about a little wager for fun?”

“I’ll bet anything. You’re crazy. That’s a woman. NO WAY is that a man.”

“I win, you dance all alone on the dance floor, like I guess you expected me to do.”

I was sure me accompanied on the dance floor is what started our little jealous tiff. His silence confirmed it. Talk about insecure. Pot, kettle, buddy.

“And if I win?” he said with so much confidence I almost felt sorry for him.

“Your call,” I said, roving him in his plain white tee and jeans. Jesus, he would look good in a ketchup costume.

“You submit to me for a day.”

“Fine.”

“Whatever I say goes, Nadine.”

“Fine.”

“You’re going to regret that.”

“I’m not going to lose, Spencer.”

The parade stopped and the announcer’s voice came blasting through the speakers.

“Our guest judges have narrowed it down to five. If you weren’t tapped on the shoulder, ladies, please leave the stage.”

Our girl stayed put as the plot thickened. I had no idea how I was going to get this girl to admit she was a guy, but only seconds later I was saved the trouble.

“Okay, ladies. Lift them.” The majority of the girls lifted their skirts, revealing everything underneath. The guys screamed and howled in appreciation. Our beauty smiled a devilish grin and lifted her glittered skirt, revealing a perfect pink penis. Spencer’s curses were louder than those of the other protesting men and the gasps of the women around us.

“We have a winner!” The announcer stomped his way down to our beauty, handing her a trophy. The crowd cheered, including me who did rich girl golf clap inches from Spencer’s nose.

“How the hell did you know?”

“The contest name was
Dress and Guess,
Spencer. Not to mention the walk, see.” I nudged him to watch our lady in drag walk away. “It’s practiced, not natural. And even though he had his Adam’s apple shaved, I looked for it.”

“That’s crazy how you pick up shit like that.” His anger was easing away from him as he studied me.

“Still the prettiest you’ve ever seen?”

“Shut up, Nadine.”

“Get to dancing, Spencer.”

As if on cue, the music started to play. It seemed I was running this night. I joined Amy and Jack at their table and Ellie introduced me to her distraction—it was either Chase or Gage, I couldn’t hear. I turned to watch for Spencer to settle our bet. I caught him walking toward us and he stopped in the middle of some dancers on the floor. I suddenly felt terrible for him. What if he couldn’t dance? Oh, he would hate me for sure. I didn’t feel bad for long.

“
Nadine, are you okay?” Amy chimed next to me.

I felt the sweat building on my forehead and between my thighs, but couldn’t tell if it was me or the whore who was losing their mind. He moved with such precision, I couldn’t maintain my composure. Jesus, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. I watched his hips move and looked around to catch the eye of every single girl in the bar staring at him in amazement. I felt my hands start to sweat as I started to answer, but Amy didn’t give me a chance.

“Jesus, he’s the best I’ve ever seen,” Amy blurted out, just as shocked. Apparently, this was another hidden talent.

“Show off,” Jack mused, laughing at Amy as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and gyrating his hips into her back.

“Fuck me,” I murmured as a drove of women started making their way in his direction from all sides of the bar. He lifted his eyes to mine and I stood there, like an idiot, mouth gaping as he swayed his hips and moved his arms perfectly to the music. He gave me the come here finger and I instantly started moving my legs, in his grasp within seconds. He wrapped me into him, my back to his chest, dumbing down his talent to move our hips in sync. I saw the glare of half the woman at the bar and smiled broadly.

I lifted my arm, cupping the back of Spencer’s neck, bringing his face to mine and his heated eyes to survey my chest. He slid his arms up and down my sides, over my waist, slightly brushing my chest but kept it clean. When the song was over he walked off of the floor, leaving me there breathless, but turned back to me a few steps away, his hand out.

He was screwing with me, again. This round went to both of us. And this time I didn’t mind.

As the night went on, I felt the tension in me growing for Spencer. Rachel, his new cling on, was practically wrapped around him. He continued to dart his eyes from her to me with a confident smirk as I sat there like an idiot waiting for him to do what I assumed he would do: give her the brush off. As he continued to make conversation, I gave up. I saw his hand stay on the seat close to touching her and I was done. This was complete and hypocritical bullshit. No wonder women in Philadelphia hated him. He was a shitty date, so to hell with throwing my little ball and all of Rory’s advice. Spencer was a red. I waved goodnight to all of them and made my way out of the bar.

I spotted Martin talking to a girl at a table close by and grabbed his hand. There was no resistance whatsoever. He followed me and I took one last look at Spencer who was burning a hole in me. I gave him raised brows and an FU nod and turned to leave with Martin. I was not going to sleep with him, this I was sure of. It was time to push Spencer. And push him I did.

I heard Martin first as our hands were disconnected.

“What the hell, man?”

I turned to see Spencer’s fury. He was inches from Martin’s face.

“That’s twice tonight you have touched what’s mine. You want to try a third?”

Spencer was scaring the shit out of me, so I knew this guy was intimidated. I acted uninterested as I made my way out of the club. Seconds later Spencer’s hand firmly clasped mine. He roughly jerked me out of the club and began walking in front of me. I followed, stumbling in my boots as our hands were still clasped, ready for the fight he was looking for. I had him where I wanted him.

“I do NOT belong to you,” I said, still being dragged while he marched in front of me.

“Maybe I just don’t want to watch you use your body as a batting cage!”

“What the hell do you care? Really, Spencer, I’ve only known you four days.”

“I don’t have to know your favorite color and what your first dog’s name was to care about you, Nadine.”

He released my hand and took off down the street. I called after him, stopping where I was.

“Spencer, this is ridiculous.”

“It is. You have no idea what the fuck you’re doing.”

“What am I doing? Acting my age for the first time in my life? I deserve this! And really, you hypocrite, you have no right to be angry. I mean come on, what were you doing back there?” He turned to face me, walking in my direction.

“Talking, we were talking”

“Oh bullshit, that was payback and you know it.” This time I walked away, but he grabbed my wrist roughly, turning me to face him.

“Stop it. Just stop it. It’s okay for men to use women. It’s
not
okay for you to use men. Deal with it. No matter how hypocritical, it’s the way of the world and it’s not going to change for only you. It’s not okay, Nadine. It’s fucked up. You can’t treat men or women like pawns because you feel like it. You will not only lose every man you have, but lose the respect of everyone close to you.”

“Rory loves me. She doesn’t judge me.”

“Yes, she does judge you and that’s the sad truth. She blurted it out the night I met you both. You think that doesn’t mean something?”

He had a point. He was right. She loved me anyway and I stated that to Spencer.

“And someday a man will love you anyway, too, if you give him more than five minutes. But for how long? You said you wanted to end this thing you do, so end it.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“You were about to!”

“No, I wasn’t,” I said in a whisper I was sure he couldn’t hear, but he did.

“So that was all for me?” he whispered back, inching closer as he glared at me.

“Do you really think I’m that naïve? I’m completely aware of just how much you want me. Don’t be pissed I have you where I want you. I manipulate. I get my way. I get what I need. It’s simple.”

He took huge strides towards me and I readied myself, but he walked past me.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m fucking done with this!”

“Of course you are,” I said dryly, watching him walk away.

“I’m too old for this shit. I wanted to give you something you’ve never had, instead I want to beat the shit out of you.”

“What exactly did you want to give me?”

I could still hear his voice, though it was faint. “Me.”

“Well, you’re right. I’ve never had that. And Pinky, as in
Pinky and the Brain!
”

“What?” he stopped at the corner. I saw a couple pause across the street to watch us fight. I inched my way toward him.

“My first dog’s name was Pinky.”

He turned again and started walking in the direction of the club.

“Red,” I shouted after him, “it’s a whore’s favorite color!”

He stopped walking and turned again to look at me. I caught up with him quickly and grabbed his face, bringing my lips close to his. “And I’m sorry.” I kissed him sweetly and felt his chest heave. He ripped my hands from his face and kissed me viscously. I quickly cupped him, stoking the fire. He cursed and picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and walked me down an alley, setting me on an old newspaper stand.

“Spencer, this isn’t really safe,” I noted as I looked both ways down the abandoned alley.

“No, it’s not. You’re the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met.”

He ripped my panties off and kissed me roughly, pulling his mouth from mine and glaring at me. He took a finger and slowly slid it up and down my sex. All of my breath left my body. I was past aching, past needing, past wanting. My body was begging.

“Who are you wet for?”

I refused to answer him. I was on dangerous ground.

He shook my arms and held his face inches from mine. The street light shadowed the curve of his perfect jaw and I gasped at the look in his eyes.

“You, Spencer, it’s you.” I moaned as he began to circle me with his finger.

“Liar. It’s not me you want inside you, is it?”

“Spencer,” I gasped as he slid a finger inside. I melted into him and he shook me again.

“Look at me.”

It was the look I craved, but not the look I wanted. Something was missing. I leaned in to kiss him as he teased and tortured me with one finger, then two. I felt my heart pounding and was panting. He refused my kiss and peered into my eyes. I grabbed his jeans and unbuttoned him, freeing the hard length that proved he was just as ready for me. I licked my palm and stroked his length, watching his furious stare soften slightly to over the edge desire for me.

“Spencer, you have to believe I want you.”

He ripped a condom from his pocket, fitted himself quickly and shoved the entirety of his length inside of me. I was instantly full of him, gasping his name. He pulled back and eyed me as if the amazing feeling of us finally connecting only made him angrier. I was already on the edge about to fall off.

“Jesus… Fucking you is all I can do right now,” he spit out hoarsely.

“It’s all I want,” I whispered in a low moan.

“You think you deserve this, Nadine?” He thrust into me like a madman and I moaned looking into his eyes, willing him to look at me.

He brought my legs to rest hooked over his forearms and drilled into me. He slid himself in and out, pounding his delicious length, making sure I felt every inch. He ripped the top of my dress, freeing my nipples and licked the hardened beads, leaving the rest aching. This was not for me, this was for him.