Lust (The Stripped Bare Series Book 1) (24 page)

Dexter

‘Fuck! I need to bang that into next week.
’
Those were my first thoughts when I saw Jazz and Piper walking towards Lust. Images of me grabbing that soft auburn hair whilst taking her sweet pussy from behind, invaded my mind. I’d set my sights on her and whenever I set my sights on someone, I get them. The day that Max told me they’d taken a new girl on called Jasmine, I was super excited to see her again. I’d take my time, play it cool, and move in. That first night I made sure that I’d be walking her to her car, being the gentleman and putting my coat around her when she shivered. However, the more I talked to her, the more I got to know her, the more I started to like her. She wasn’t just a piece of pussy to fuck; she was a great girl, funny, with a good heart and open mind. I liked her a lot, she made me smile, she made me a better person. We would chat every day at work and when she asked me to go for a drink after work I was in heaven.

She shattered my dreams the night that she told me she didn’t want to go out with me. I pulled up my big boy pants and acted like it didn’t matter but I was hurt. Not because I wanted to sink my dick into her but because I had actually grown to really like her. I could see a future. I was planning on asking her to come to my parents
’
house in Yorkshire for the week, but all that crumbled that night.

Don’t get me wrong; I’ve had strings of girls across Chester and Yorkshire. Man, I’ve had more pussy than Hugh Hefner. Maybe not the same class of pussy, but hey, pussy is pussy, right? But Jazz was something different. She was a sweet girl who I could take home to Mum and Dad.

I’d decided to forget about her and what’s the best way to get over someone? Yep, you got it, get under someone. Or, in my case, get on top of someone else. So I fucked whatever I could find. Now, when I think back, I remember Max telling me to stay away from her. He told me that she wasn’t worth it and I should move on. Now, I know why.

My time in Yorkshire wasn’t as good as I made it out to be. There wasn’t a string of girls, or partying every night. I spent the week sat playing Monopoly with my folks. I sat in the house every night thinking about her. I text her a few times to see how she was, but I couldn’t get up the courage to ask her out again. Maybe I was too afraid to be knocked back down again. During my time in Yorkshire I did a lot of soul searching. I had made the decision to go back to college. Okay, I’m almost thirty but that doesn’t mean I’m too old to learn something new. I want to write. I want to go to college and learn how to write creatively. I used to love making up stories as a child and I have so much going on in my head that I want to put on paper, I just need to know how to do it properly. I want to make something of myself; I don’t want to just be a security guard at a strip club. I want women to take me seriously, instead of the joker on the door. There’s so much more of me to see than face value, and I want to show it to the world.

That night when I got back into town and I saw her dancing in Lust, holy shit. I couldn’t believe it. I remember making some crude comment to Max about her, but I know that if anyone had have said that to me about her, I’d have knocked them on their arse. Thinking about it now,
I’
m surprised Max did
n’
t plant me. She looked incredible. A few days later there was a stag party in and I remember her looking agitated with them. One of the blokes was chatting her up and it pissed me off. After I got rid of him I thought, ‘fuck it
’
and I asked her out again. What was the worst that could happen? She had already knocked me back once, I’m sure I could handle a second time. Maybe If I kept asking enough she would get sick of me and give in. I didn’t expect her to tell me that she had a son. It was a shock, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle. I love kids; I’ve been one myself so of course I love them. Maybe I still am one in some ways. I finally understood. I finally knew why she wouldn’t date me. It had nothing to do with me it was because of her son. I got it, and most of all, I respected it. 

I had no idea all this time that she was fucking my best friend. I’d noticed a change in Max. At first he was moody and withdrawn but I thought that was due to his mum. Then he became secretive, disappearing and coming home late. He seemed happier and I should’ve known that he was getting some. But I didn’t even put two and two together. Maybe if I had I’d have come up with four, but more likely I’d have come up with five.              

When I first saw Michele I thought she was beautiful, but she wasn’t Jazz. I needed to move on and forget about her and what better way. Michele is a lovely girl, she’s funny and sexy and my God she’s an animal in the bedroom, but there’s something lacking. I know that I’ve only known her two days and there’s a lot more to get to know but maybe she’s the real thing? Who knows?

She had to leave early this morning to go to some family thing so I said my goodbyes to her and went back to bed. She’s kept me up most of the night, not that I’m complaining. Throwing my covers over my head I let my dreams take me away. I dream a lot, often they’re stories playing out in my head, stories that I’d love to get down on paper. But recently I’ve been dreaming about Jasmine and, to be honest, it’s pissing me off. Here I am trying to get her out of my head but she’s invading my sleep now, too.

Jazz is giving me a lap dance when Max enters the scene; he’s nudging me telling me to wake up. What the hell? Opening my eyes, I grumble, throwing my arms over my face. I’m torn between wanting the lap dance and wanting to wake up. I’m sick of her teasing my dreams but it is kinda hot. Getting out of bed, I walk out into the living room to see what’s wrong with my best friend.

Max has been my best mate for… well for ever. He’s my brother. We met at primary school. Some chubby kid, I think his name was Charles or something like that, was picking on these other kids in the playground. I remember thinking I’m not gonna stand for this shit, even at that age I knew it was wrong to make others feel worthless. Let’s put it this way, he never did mess with that kid again, or any other kids in that playground. Max saw what I did and came over to me, we talked for a long time and we became instant friends. We were inseparable. Always have been inseparable and we always will be. Well, that’s what I thought, anyway.

Entering the living room, I could tell that something was wrong with him. He looked nervous as hell. When he started talking about how much he loves me I started to feel agitated. Why didn’t he just say what he was gonna say and get it over with?

“I’m in love with someone, Dex. I’ve loved her from the very first moment I saw her. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I tried to stay away from her, I really tried but I couldn’t. We were drawn to each other,” he said. The only thing that went through my mind was, ‘he’s in love with Michele? What the fuck, he only met her two days ago.
’
I never thought that he could be talking about Jazz. When he said it, it felt like he’d just kicked me in the fucking balls. I couldn’t breathe. All this time he’d been lying to me. Both of them had been lying to me. I walked into the kitchen to try to regain my composure but then she must’ve knocked something over in the bedroom. When he opened the door and I saw her lying in his bed, her hair hanging over her face, her soft pink lips parted looking shocked, I didn’t know what to say or do. So, I just went to my room. I didn’t want to look at either of them knowing that they had betrayed me in the worse way possible.

I guess when I think about it now, I was more hurt about the fact that they’d lied to me rather than the fact that they’d been fucking each other. If Max had have told me from the start about his feelings I would’ve patted him on the back and told him to go for it. Yeah, I would’ve been pissed that I wasn’t getting the girl, but I would’ve gotten over it. I could hear him pleading on the other side of the door but I didn’t want to hear what he was saying. When she came into the room I wanted to jump out of the window and run down the street. I didn’t want to face her. I was hurt, I felt betrayed, and nothing she could say would change that. Or, so I thought. When she told me how much she loved him and how hard they had both tried to fight their feelings for each other my barriers crumbled. Yes, I was jealous. Fuck, was I jealous! I wanted it to be me. Why couldn’t it have been me that she felt like that about? I understood it all, though. My resolve wasn’t completely broken, though; I still needed to talk to Max.

Walking out into the living room once again, I sit down on the sofa. Max stands at the window looking outside. He looks stressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so defeated in his life. Jazz walks up to him and quietly says something; the look in her eyes is unmistakeable, though. She loves him. It’s clear in her body language, the way she gently touches his arm, the way she bites her lip when she looks in his eyes. I can’t deny the feelings that they have for each other. She gives me a small smile as she heads for his bedroom, closing the door behind her, and for the first time, my dick doesn’t stir at her smile.

It’s awkward; the room is full of tension. He stares out of the window for the longest time, not saying a word. Eventually, I stand to see what he’s looking at. The morning mist is just rising, leaving dew on the grass below. There’s a cop car outside the flat, two coppers sit in it drinking their morning coffee, and probably eating a doughnut or two.

“I guess this shit is serious then if the cops are on guard?” I ask quietly, my voice thick with all the morning’s emotions.

“Yeah, it’s serious. I’m fucking terrified of losing her, man. This Blake twat wants to kill her and I don’t know what I’ll do if he manages it.” His voice breaks with each syllable. I’ve never seen him like this.

“Hey, dude, the fucker has to get through us first.” He looks up at my face and smiles.

“You don’t have to be cool, you know. You can hate me. You can yell at me if you want. I get it. I’m sorry I lied to you, bro.” I put my arm around his shoulder.

“I’m just pissed off that you didn’t tell me from the start. I would’ve been cool.” His eyes widen. “Okay, maybe I would’ve been pissed at first, but I woulda got over it.” He goes back to looking out of the window.

“You’ve always been my best mate.”

“Shh, man. We can deal with this shit when this fucker is caught. Let’s just concentrate on protecting your girl shall we?” Turning, he pulls me in for a hug, patting my back. We’ve always been close friends and hugs are a regular thing. This feels different, there’s so much emotion flying around at the moment that it feels more intense. We don’t let go for the longest time.

“I love ya, Dex.”

“I love ya, too, Man.” Breaking apart we both move to the sofa. The silence is unbearable and all I can hear is The Killers ‘
Mr Brightside
’ playing in my head. I don’t want to be jealous and angry. I want to be pleased for my best friend. He’s been through so much shit in his life. His dad walking out, then his ma having her stroke, he’s worked damn hard and he hasn’t once moaned about his shitty life. He put relationships on hold to concentrate on his ma and I respect that. It’s time he put himself first for a change. My head is swirling with so much stuff and I know that it’s all true, but my heart still hurts.

We both turn when a sound, like smashing glass, resonates in the kitchen. Max jumps up first, heading straight for the window. I stand up and head towards the kitchen. There’s glass on the floor, one of the panes from the door shattered. I can’t see anyone around. Max must have alerted the cops because I hear the front door being unlocked. I don’t think. I don’t wait for the real heroes, the cops, because all I think about is my best friend and his girl in the other room, terrified. I think about Jasmine, her beautiful face smiling. I think about her son, who I’d love to meet, never having a mum if anything happened to her. I’d be devastated if anything ever happened to my mum and that is all that goes through my mind. Opening the back door, I come face to neck with some tall motherfucker. I try to push him away from the door but he’s like a solid brick wall. This motherfucker isn’t getting in this flat. Not while I still have breath left in my body. The cops will be here any second, all I need to do is fend him off until they arrive. I land a punch on his jaw. Well, I think I do, it all happens so quickly. He staggers back and I charge into him. I feel something hard against my chest and a loud noise rings through my ears. Cold washes over me as I fall to the floor. There’s no pain, no fear, just a calm silence as I lay there, hoping that Jasmine and Max are safe.