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  “Tag, the timing has to be perfect. I have to give her enough time to get over the douche man who left her. Then I can swoop in and save the day.”

  “You are delusional. That usually takes weeks for most women, unless she is looking for a rebound. I’m sorry to tell ya, Buddy, but that woman doesn’t look like she does the rebound thing. With a body like that, she probably has men falling all over her. Although I don’t know what’s wrong with the men on this beach, including you. Would you like me to go introduce myself?”

  “Don’t you dare, Tag, and quit looking at her body.” I know I’m being ridiculous because everyone is looking at her body, including the women who wish they looked like her. Thank God the sun is starting to set and maybe people won’t be able to see her that well.

  Flyers are blowing down the beach, and one sticks to her leg. God, I envy that little piece of paper. I snatch one up as it blows by and notice that she is reading hers too. A swanky new hot spot is opening tonight and the smile on her lips tells me that this club will be my perfect opportunity. Maybe she is just looking to kill some time. Maybe she needs some company to get over the steroid freak on the beach. I plan to be that company.

  Chapter Three

  Meet:

  *arrange or happen to come into the presence or company of someone. *make the acquaintance of someone for the first time. *assemble for a purpose.

  ~Livvy~

  After much deliberation, I finally make it to the club. I am underdressed compared to the other women standing in the line, and I have watched the bouncer turn away several people that didn’t fit the bill; maybe that will be me. As I get closer, the bouncer looks my way, winks, and ushers me past the ten people in line before me. Well, that was unexpected; so was the pat on the ass as I walked by. If I wouldn’t have been so desperate, I would have turned around and given him a piece of my mind; but I am, so I didn’t.

  I find one empty seat at the bar and move quickly through a crowd of men that don’t have any manners and practically fall into my seat. Drinking is not an option while I’m alone, so I order a bottled water and survey the packed bodies through the mirror behind the bar.

  ~Savage~

  The line at the nightclub stretches down the entire block, but she is already halfway to the entrance when we arrive. Lucky for me, the club is just down the street from Tags place, and once I knew that this was where she was headed, I ran to Tag’s condo to shower and shave. It shouldn’t take us long to get in the door after her, but I still worry about who will have the guts to approach her before me.

  “Dude, I have never seen you so worked up over a woman before. I’m kinda worried about what it’s going to be like when I finally fall. Who the hell am I kidding? I’m never gonna fall; I like variety.”

  “I can’t explain it, Tag. I just feel the need to be near her, to get to know her. Can this line be any longer? Damn!” Tag just laughs and shakes his head. I know I look crazy, but I feel as though an invisible string has tethered us together and once I meet her my entire life will change.

  She just entered the club and we probably have another fifteen minutes of waiting in this ridiculous line. Will I even be able to find her once inside? Will someone else have already snagged her attention before I can meet her? Damn! I am going crazy. Once we are close enough, Tag recognizes the bouncer and moves to the front of the line to greet his friend. After a palm grip and shoulder bump we are finally moving inside.

  ~Livvy~

  This club is too loud, the people too rude, and I am underdressed for the grand opening of a swanky new hot spot. I don’t know what was going on in my head when I decided to come here. My fake I.D. is from Georgia and foolproof, but I don’t dare drink without someone to watch over me, another issue my mom drilled into my head. “All men will drug you and take advantage of you, and then you will end up pregnant and alone.” I’m not sure about the drugging part, but my mom told me she was drinking and finally decided to sleep with her high school sweetheart on prom night. She ended up pregnant and alone. I need to block out her advice, or I am just going to end up a virgin and alone.

  I have only been here for fifteen minutes, and I am ready to leave. I will finish my five-dollar water and find a bench on the beach to sleep on.

  ~Savage~

  “Tag, go grab us that booth in the corner. I’m going to grab us a beer.”

  “Yeah, and cozy up to the blonde who is sitting all by her lonesome. Dude, you have to admit that even this is new for you. Since when do you chase women? Let alone follow one around all day waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her.”

  “Hey, if I can make the introduction without acting like a stalker and convince her to join us, it’s a win-win. It doesn’t look as though she came with friends so you’ll have to find your own.” Not that it will be a problem for the Florida surfer boy. I make my way to the bar and squeeze my way between the incredible blonde and a plastic brunette. Holding up two fingers, I catch the bartender’s attention, “Squatters please, and whatever the beautiful lady is having.” I make it a point to stare straight ahead so I don’t look desperate, and pray my ever lovin’ heart out that she will say something first. The bartender walks over carrying two beers and a bottle of water. He smirks at me as if knowing I just struck out. Shit! A non-drinker. Is she going to think I’m a lush? He sets the water in front of her, and she stiffens. I barely hear her sharp inhale over the music.

  “Thank you.”

  I can’t hear what she mumbles over the band, so I lean down real close and speak in her ear. “Would you like to join us? We have a booth with plenty of room.” With my nose nestled in the crook of her neck, her strawberry scent registers first and my mouth waters. She slowly turns until her amber eyes lock onto mine and she seems to wage a war between her better judgment and a self-esteem boost. I win. As she slowly stands up, I notice several things at once: She is about 5’7”, the perfect height. She smells of strawberries, the perfect smell. Her hair is a natural blonde, long and silky, the perfect combination. As she walks away from me and towards the booth, I get an up close and personal view of all of her perfect assets. I have died and gone to heaven. Now I just need to make it through the night without sticking my foot in my mouth and letting her know I have been following her all day.

  ~Livvy~

  As I drink down the last of my water, the sense of being watched skitters down my spine. His smell hits me first and I moan a little at what it does to my insides. His arm brushes alongside mine then heat burns into my skin and melts my bones.

  “Squatters please, and whatever the beautiful lady is having.”

  It figures. The brunette to the side of me has had three other men buy her drinks in the fifteen minutes I’ve been here. She could be a millionaire if she sold sex for a living. Talk about feeling invisible. The bartender walks over and sets another bottle of water in front of me and I am stunned speechless. I try to thank the stranger with the sexy voice and incredible smell, but it comes out as a whisper. Before I even have time to look his way, his lips are touching my ear and the heat from his breath sends another wave of chills racing down my spine.

  “Would you like to join us? We have a booth with plenty of room.”

  For real! Is this really happening? He chose me over the sex-on-a-stick, sultry brunette. I have already decided what I’m going to do. However, I just want to see his eyes to be sure. Sky blue eyes capture my attention, causing my head to spin a little. Before I know what is happening, I turn in my stool and place my back to the bar. Someone has taken over my body because it is acting separately from my brain. My body has slid off the stool and is walking in the direction of the booth he points to. My brain is screaming, bench on the beach remember!

  He places his hand so low on my back that I’m sure his pinky finger can feel the top of my ample ass. His touch is so hot; I can’t think of anything other than what else he can heat up with that hand. What the hell is wrong with me? I have never been affected this way by anyone, not e
ven John, and I have let him touch me more intimately than any other man. Why this blue eyed Greek God? Everything about him draws me to him, that’s why. The fact that he is drop-dead gorgeous, he smells like a walking aphrodisiac and has piercing blue eyes that match the sky doesn’t hurt. I think he is the guy from the boardwalk today, but I never got close enough to him to be sure.

  We stop at a booth occupied by a blonde Keanu Reeves who stands up to let me slide in. Am I being punked? This man is gorgeous too; I can’t believe my luck. I glance around looking for the cameras but see nothing other than writhing bodies on the dance floor. Some couples even look as though they are connected more intimately, without a care of who sees them. I quickly look away, afraid I’ll see something my eyes aren’t prepared to see. Maybe I fell asleep on the beach, have heat stroke and the fever is messing with my mind. Maybe I was swallowed by a sinkhole and ended up in the twilight zone.

  “What’s your name, Beautiful?”

  Oh my Lord, that voice. The deep timber just shut down every vital body function and the only thing I feel is the clenching in my core. I didn’t even know it could do that. When my brain finally registers and allows my lips to move, of course, my tongue decides to have a seizure. “Liv...livvy.” I can’t have that stupid nickname from John come out of this Greeks Gods mouth. All of my family and friends call me Livvy, but John decided that there were too many syllables for his liking and shortened it to Liv. My Greek God smiles and a heat wave engulfs me and settles between my legs.

  “Well, Liv-Livvy, can I just call you Livvy?”

  I nod because that’s the only thing I can do. When I’m nervous, I stutter a little, so I’m afraid to make an ass out of myself sitting here with these incredibly sexy men.

  “Livvy, this is my good friend and brother, Tag. Tag, meet the beautiful Livvy.”

  I shake his hand like a robot until I feel the slight press of my Greek God ushering me into the booth. Tag is incredibly sexy as well, but nothing and no one could compare to this dark haired, baby blue eyed, sex on a stick, God, in a very well muscled package. Every movement he makes causes muscles to jump all over his arms. His shirt clings to him like a second skin and I don’t need to see him naked to know what a treat it would be. A vision slams into my mind of his naked body undulating and sweating over mine and I feel actual sweat bead on my forehead. Shit! I didn’t even ask him his name before my dirty mind decided to have sex with him. “I’m sorry, I...I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Alexander.”

  OMG! His name is even sexy. Another vision slams into my head of this sexy man and his sexy mouth making his way down my body and my nipples harden to diamonds. Maybe this was a bad idea. I can’t seem to control my body’s reaction to this man. I have dated John for six weeks and he didn’t affect me this way. I may be in trouble.

  ~Savage~

  I shed my birth name years ago when I realized I was just part of a long list of Alexander’s that didn’t stick around for their families; hence me growing up in foster care. I decided to be someone new, but for some reason, I wanted this woman to know the real me. Tag is staring at me in shock and mouths WTF.

  “Nice to meet you, Alexander.”

  I’m pretty sure I look like a dumb ass just staring at her mouth when she talks, but when I stare into her eyes, my world tilts a little. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tag slide out of the booth, probably tired of being ignored. I think he has been trying to engage either one of us in a conversation, but we can’t seem to look away from one another to pay attention.

  “Hey, I’m gonna go butt in on a pool game, be back in a bit. Nice to meet you, Livvy.”

  She stares after Tag and looks a little scared to be with me alone. What the hell did her jackass boyfriend do to her? “Would you like to dance?” Maybe if we were standing in the middle of a crowd, she would feel a little safer. I can barely see the blush as it highlights her face, but as my eyes follow hers I catch a glimpse of what has embarrassed her. Partially clothed bodies writhe on the dance floor in a sensual dance of sexual acts. I am not so sure that some of those bodies aren’t actually having sex.

  “N...n....no. It looks a little crowded.”

  My mind puts together some of the events of today: Livvy turning down her boyfriend; not making eye contact with all of the men on the beach today; the telling flush at seeing public displays of affection. Okay, okay, that’s a little more than affection taking place on that dance floor. I have come to one conclusion; Livvy is possibly innocent.

  “Can I get you something else to drink?” She looks a little out of her element, and I just want her to relax and be herself.

  “Well, I’m only twenty and I’m kind of here by myself, so I shouldn’t drink.”

  She’s kind of by herself? Is she thinking of her steroid boyfriend? I need to work my magic to get her to stay with me. “So what is kind of? Did you come with friends and they bailed? I can give you a ride home, and I won’t drink either.” She looks at me with confusion, blushes and looks down at her hands that are peeling the wrapper from the water bottle.

  “I don’t want you to quit having fun just because I’m overly cautious. It’s okay if you drink, I don’t mind. I don’t have anyplace to go until tomorrow, so I will watch over you and make sure you don’t get taken advantage of.”

  Oh my God! I love this woman. She is witty and beautiful. “I have to say, if it’s you taking advantage, I don’t mind.” Before I can wink her way, her lips hesitantly press to mine and my brain short-circuits. Before I realize what I’ve done, she is on my lap and I am devouring her mouth. She is breathing heavily through her nose as if she is hyperventilating so I break away and look into her eyes to make sure she’s okay. Her amber colored eyes are dilated and glazed over so I’m pretty sure we are on the same page. “Do you want to get out of here?” She nods her head before I can add “and grab some coffee,” but I’m not waiting for her to change her mind. I grab her hand, pull her from the booth, and rush her out of the back entrance. I don’t think much beyond getting her out of the noisy club so we could have a normal conversation rather than shout in each other’s faces. Once I have her outside, my body has other plans. My hands itch to touch her all over; my pants are too tight, and my feet are in a hurry to get to the nearest dark corner. What the hell is wrong with me? I have never felt this level of desperation to be with a woman, and I can’t seem to get my brain or my body under control. I need to get my shit together before I scare the shit out of her.

  ~Livvy~

  As he pulls me out the door behind him, I am waiting for my brain to come back online and put a stop to this nonsense. What the hell was I thinking by kissing him like that? He probably thinks I’m easy instead of a virgin who has no idea what she is doing. A few thoughts consume my brain; my mother’s voice telling me to be wary of all men; John’s harsh words that I’m a prude and as cold as my mother. Just to shut out the voices for once, I quickly leaned forward and kissed him. That seems to be all the encouraging my body and he needs. Even though I don’t really know what I’m doing, he does, and his kiss set me on fire. My body is burning up for more and I don’t know what I need or want, just that I don’t want it to stop. We will have time to talk, won’t we? This is just not something normal people do, so why am I doing it?

  We round the corner at the back of the building and enter into a small alleyway. In one second he has me pressed to the wall, grabs my legs and pulls them up to his hips while pressing his body tight to mine. Holy, holy, holy, shit! I had no idea it could feel like this. I have never had a simple kiss turn into this uncontrollable passion that I have no willpower to stop. He buries his face in my neck and pumps his hips over and over. The heat of his breath on my neck sends chills racing all over my body and the press of his hips create a shock wave that radiates from my core to my fingers and toes. “Please, don’t stop.” Am I begging? He is rubbing his body up and down and pushing into me at the same time. My bikini bottoms do nothing but cause a little more fric
tion. I don’t know what is happening to me. I suck in a deep breath to scream out, but his mouth captures any sound that was ready to echo off the alley walls. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I hold on for dear life. Sinking my nails into muscle packed shoulders elicits a groan from his chest that vibrates on mine causing my nipples to harden painfully. It could have been minutes or hours before it registered that he has stopped all movement and just holds me tight to his body and breathes heavily.

  “Beautiful.........Livvy.”

  I am so stunned by what is happening to and in my body that I keep my eyes squeezed shut and don’t move.

  “Shit! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what just came over me. Are you okay? If you want me to take you home I will, no questions asked. Dammit! I finally find you only to blow it. I really am sorry. I feel like a teenager that has no control, but I feel a connection to you. Will you stay with me tonight? Shit! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  He is mumbling and cursing but begging at the same time. My eyes unroll in their sockets to lock onto his baby blues. I expected that by this time, my mind would’ve yelled, screamed and ranted for me to walk, no, run away, save yourself, but it is silent. He is apologizing for things that don’t make sense. He has just given me my very first experience and he thinks I want to go home. When was he looking for me to finally find me? He is acting like I should be offended or think that he did something wrong, but I can’t think of anything more right than being with him. What woman wouldn’t want a man to look at her this way? I have never been in love, hell, I don’t think I have ever been loved, but if I did or had, I would want it to feel just like this. He doesn’t act like a guy who set out to seduce me and leave because he seems to be beating himself up over pinning me to a wall and giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. What have I been waiting for? All these years I have been clinging to a virtue that no one but me cherishes. Will he walk away if he knows I’m a virgin? Will he view me as a conquest? As I stare intently into his eyes, I don’t see malicious intent. I see someone who craves me as much I crave him. If this turns out badly, will the memory of how he made me feel in this one moment be worth it? “Yes.”