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Weston’s head jerks backwards and then rage crosses his face. Before I can say anything he grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him.

“You’re right, Roxy.” I keep my eyes locked with his brown ones. “I’m not anything to you but I’ll be damned if you act like you don’t want me. Because I know inside that little brain of yours you’re dying to fuck me. Dying to kiss me.” He lowers his mouth closer to mine, his bottom lip sliding against my mouth. “And I’m going to get those walls down. Not Blake. Not any other asshole at this school, but me. I’m going to get in. It may take a week or month but you’re going to let me in.” He releases my neck and takes a few steps back. “And I don’t care that you have a kid … by the fucking way.”

Silence laces the room.
He doesn’t care?
Like I’m supposed to believe that lie. A scream rides on my tongue but I swallow it. “Don’t hold your breath,” I spit out.

A smile rises form the corner of his full mouth. Limping over, he opens the door behind me. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need to.”

I watch his face until the door blocks my view. A deep heat warms my core. I’m in way over my fucking head.

Chapter Nine

Weston

“What’s the matter with you, bro?”

The bright green laces on Dom’s shoes are the only thing I can see. My head is buried underneath some covers and the only breathing hole I have is directed toward the floor. “I got drunk last night,” I groan.

Dom laughs. “I know. I heard you come in at fucking three o’ clock last night. Thanks for that by the way. I heard you all the way in my room, asshole.”

“Fuck you, Dom.”

He laughs and then I hear the TV click on and the recliner squeak beneath his weight. “So, how are things with Roxy? Could that be the reason you’re drowning your sorrows like a pussy?”

I sit up and rip the covers from my head. “Again, fuck you, Dom.”

He smiles and props his feet up on our small living room table. “So, is it?”

“Is it what?”

“Roxy. You drink her away last night?” He gives me a sideways glance but directs his gaze back to the TV quickly.

What the – “No. I felt like getting fucked up, so, I did.”

Dom hides his smile and nods at the TV. Standing up, I run my fingers through my hair and kick one of the empty beer bottles that are littering the living room floor. A sharp pain travels up my neck from the couch last night. It seemed like such a good idea before. “You asked me what I thought about Blake the other day, right?”

I turn toward him, resting my hands on the back of the couch. “Yea, what about it?”

Dom reaches up and scratches his chin before turning toward me. “I think he’s a decent guy, Weston. I think he has a chance with Roxy.”

A decent guy? I know we’re not women, but isn’t a best-friend supposed to take your side? I seriously need to reevaluate our friendship. “So.”

Dom raises an eyebrow. “Let me be a little more blunt, brother. I love you like my own flesh and blood. And I know you have this secret agenda to get Roxy to open up. I see it on your face. You’re jealous of Blake and you should be. He isn’t trying to just sleep with her. But if he is, he’ll take the time to get to know her first.”

I roll my eyes. “Your intuition, right?”

Dom flips me off. “Fuck you, Wes. This is going to come back and bite you in the ass.”

This isn’t making me feel any better. This is the last time I’m taking Dom’s advice, shit, he’ll make a guy feel really good about himself. “What are you getting at?”

“I was getting to that.” He sighs. “If you want her, like I think you do, you’ve got to amp up your game. This bullshit cat and mouse game isn’t going to work.” He sits back and slaps his thighs. “It’s time to pull out the big artillery. You’ve got to woo her.”

Woo her? “Are you joking? Because I’ve known you for four years and you’ve known me. I don’t
woo
girls, Dominique. I love girls. I truly do, but I’ve never been in love with one, so stop acting like I’m some kind of jackass that’s falling all over a girl.”

“What do you call it then? Normally when a girl isn’t willing to give it up you move on. But not this time. You’re being persistent. Did it ever dawn on you that you like Roxy?”

“Like … Roxy?” I scoff. “Are you kidding me?”

Dom shakes his head back and forth. “I love you, Wes. And” he stands up. “I know that when a task is too much you bolt and for some reason you just won’t give up this time. Sound fishy to you?”

What … is he right? Do I … like her? God, yes
. I know the answer, it’s been banging on my chest since the first time I saw her standing in the bathroom hallway. “Okay,” I say carefully. “What if I did like her? What would I do? I have no idea how to fuckin’ woo a girl. I only know how to fuck her … good.”

Dom shrugs. “I have no clue but you better find out because she has a date with Blake tonight.”

“Another date? God, is he trying to fucking marry her or something?” I run my fingers over my eyes and slide them down my neck. “Where is their date?”

Dom sighs. “I have no idea. This girl behind me kept talking the entire time and I think Roxy knew I was eavesdropping.”

Great. “Okay, I’ll find out myself.”

Dom sits up in his chair as I limp around the room to grab my things. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to talk to the one person that knows where she is at.”

***

Jason cracks his door and peaks outside. “What is it? I’m kind of busy.”

“Is she in there?”

Jason furrows his brow. “Who?”

“The same girl as last time?”

His face pales. “You’re fucking her, too! I’m going to kill her—Erica, come here!”

“No!” I push the door open. “It’s not like that.” Erica is sitting on his bed, the sheet pulled underneath her chin.

She has a doe in the headlight look about her. “You’re Erica?” I ask.

She pushes her glasses up her nose and tosses her hair around nervously. “Yes, why?”

“You’re Roxy’s best friend, right?”

“Is Roxy the girl with the car?” Jason asks.

I give him a dirty look. “Where is her date with Blake tonight? I need to know now.”

Erica narrows her blue eyes and purses her lips. “And why do you want to know?”

Goddammit, can’t a guy get some information? Talking to these two girls is like prying a kid’s tooth out. “I need to know. It’s an emergency.”

“No, it’s not. The only emergency would be if something happened to Maddox, and I know that’s not true, because my mom is watching him. And you don’t look like you’re in pain so I can’t imagine what emergency she would have. So, try again.”

I glance over my shoulder at Jason for help but he puts his hands up in surrender. “I want to crash her date.”

Erica’s eyes widen and a smile curls on her lips. “Really, now.”

Jason laughs. “You’re going to go cock block Martinez? Dude, that’s so messed up.”

I point my finger at him. “Shut your mouth. If I hear anybody talking about this tomorrow during practice, when I’m better I’ll beat your ass to the moon and back. Do you hear me?”
Jason rolls his eyes but nods. “Sure, sure, why don’t you tell the man where his princess is waiting so he can leave?” He snorts.

I don’t even look back.

Erica bites her lip and tugs on the sheet around her. “You owe me one,” she whispers before shaking her head. “They’re at the new club in Texarkana. Down on the square.”

Slightly dipping my head, I smile at her. “That’s all I needed to know.”

She points toward the door. “Before you go, though, can you do me a favor?”

I nod. “Anything.”
Pink rises over her cheeks and she looks down. “It’s been a while for her.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What are you asking?”

Her cheeks are full blown stoplights now. “Make her forget her problems for a while, okay? Fuck her good.”
Jason coughs on the beer he’s guzzling down. I hold back my smile and bring two fingers up to my forehead. “You have my word.”

***

Why couldn’t he take her somewhere in Magnolia for Christ’s sake? This forty-five minute drive to Texarkana is kicking my ass. It feels more like three goddamn hours.

Despite the cool air-conditioner blowing against my face, I’m drenched with sweat. A feeling I haven’t felt since freshman year of high-school takes over me and I’m drowning in it. I’m fucking nervous.

The La Fiesta Club is on State Line Avenue close to crossing over into Texas. My hands grip at the steering wheel until I feel blisters forming over my palms. Music blares from outside of the club as I pull into a parking space a half of a mile away.

This better fucking work
. I’m wobbling on my bad leg half of a mile to go into some night club, looking for a girl on a date.
Man, when did I turn into a cock blocker?
But I know the answer to that. When I met Roxy. I pay my way in and walk into the dark hallway leading to the club.

The walls vibrate the closer I get to the entrance
. It’s fucking pitch black in here, too. Like that’s going to help my cause any. The actual club is one giant room with a balcony circling around the dance floor. A hut looking bar is positioned in the far left corner, where a line of people are waiting to get drinks.

A lounge is to my right but there isn’t really any lounging going on. Just a lot of dry humping. Lights flicker against the walls, and strobe lights dance across the floor.

Running my hands through my hair, I survey the room. I don’t see Roxy dry humping anyone and I don’t see her at the bar, which only leaves the dance floor. And God knows me limping through is such an amazing idea.

Shit.
I should have asked Dom to come but how weird would it be for Roxy to be carried out of the club by Dom? She’d probably shit bricks.

I’m contemplating the best way to get out there when someone taps my shoulder. A brunette leans against me, wrapping her slender arm around my waist. She’s definitely fucked up because her breath smells like someone crawled in there and died. “Hey, cutie. Want to dance?”

I try to cover up my eye roll the best I can. Grabbing her wrists, I remove her arm and turn her away from me. “No, I don’t want to dance, sweetheart. But that guy over there does.” I point to a random guy sitting on the orange couch. She frowns but then runs toward him.

Christ. Straightening my shirt I go back to surveying the club. I’m about to give up after thirty minutes when I see an ass I recognize. Roxy is standing in the line for a drink. Blake isn’t anywhere near her. I’m assuming he went to the bathroom, so I don’t have much time.

Every possible problem with this scenario hits me at once. First off, I’m not as strong as I normally am. Throwing her over my shoulder and walking out of the club isn’t really the best option for me right now. Fighting Blake really isn’t in my best interest either. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I rack my brain for any rational idea. I swear my dick gets me in more situations than the damn president. The only option I have is to make her come with me. Make her give me a chance. But how?

The line to the drinks is getting shorter and shorter. And Blake could be back any minute. Before I lose my nerve, I stalk toward her. She’s third from the front. A short, red dress comes mid-thigh, showing long tanned legs. Her hair is all the way down to her mid-back in curls. The fabric of my jeans is rubbing against my dick. I want—need this release.

She takes a step forward right when I wrap my hand around her waist. She whirls around, her eyes widening. “What—the …. Weston?” Her pouty lips are red tonight. It looks amazing on her. “What are you doing here?” she asks, but doesn’t try to move out of my grasp.

I stare at her green eyes. “I came to get you,” I say stupidly.

Her brows pull down in the middle. “What? How did you know I was here, Weston?”

I give her a one shoulder shrug. I may be a cock blocker but I’m not a tattle tale. And plus, I may need Blondie’s help in the future. “Lucky guess,” I lie, pulling her closer to me. The tip of her chest rubs against mine. “I want—need you to come with me, Roxanne. I can’t take this anymore.”

A realization crosses her face. “You came to crash my date?” she grits through her teeth. I can already see where this is heading. “Weston—you … you fucking asshole!” she shouts, shoving against my chest. “How dare you come in and try to ruin this for me!”

We’ve drawn other people’s attention and it won’t be long until security is called. “Roxy,” I warn, leaning my lips against her ear. “Don’t you dare cause a scene. Now, I want you to walk outside with me so we can talk. Two minutes.” “Why?” she shouts. “Why should I? Give me one good reason why?”

My fingers squeeze into her side, and slide down to cup her ass. “Take a chance with me, Roxy. Please, you won’t regret it.”

Roxy’s hands are pressed against my chest and she’s heaving hardly against me. The struggle is evident on her face but I see something desperate and hungry trying to come out. Begging to come out. Pulling her closer, I rest my lips right below her jaw and kiss. “Please,” I whisper against her, giving everything I have to get her to leave with me. Because I know she has to feel this pull.

“Two minutes?” she whispers.

I slowly nod against her neck. With a sigh, she turns and walks toward the front door. I walk closely behind her, praying Blake doesn’t see us leaving. The hot night air sends a sense of relief over me. Now to get the hell out of dodge.

As soon as we turn down the alley next to the club Roxanne stops and crosses her arms over her chest. “Okay, talk.”

Shit.
My mind shuts down while I stand there like an idiot staring at her. She lifts and eyebrow and taps her heel against the concrete. I so didn’t think the next part out. “I want you to come home with me,” I blurt out.

Rage crosses her face.
“You drove down to Texarkana to get me to go home with you? To have sex! You ruined my date for that?”

Okay, new tactic.
Stepping forward, I grab the edge of Roxanne’s shoulder. “It’s not exactly like that, no. I didn’t come here to get lucky, Roxy. I came here to get you away from Blake.”