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  “Buddy, you need to relax,” his friend, Matt Adams, told him, handing him a glass half full with dark liquid.

  Brent just frowned at him. “How long is acceptable to stay before we can take off and find a bar?” He took a swig of his drink and felt it burn down to his intestines.

  “Hey, free booze, chicks, and music. What else could you ask for?”

  “Not being drooled over like a piece of meat.”

  His old friend laughed at him again. “Man, you must be getting old.”

  Brent turned his head to tell Matt where to stick it when he saw her. She had just entered the room with another woman. She laughed at something the woman said, and he could feel his muscles tighten.

  “Lacey,” he whispered.

  “What?” Matt asked, looking around.

  “Nothing. I’ll be right back.”

  “Hey! Where are you going?” Matt called after him, but Brent ignored him, picking up his pace to where Lacey had disappeared into the crowd.

  He found her in a small circle of six women. She was wearing a short backless dress and had her hair pulled up on top of her head, revealing her slender neck and enticing back.

  Lacey was teasing him, he thought bitterly. She’d stopped coming for a couple months then showed up in a dress that should have been consider illegal. Maybe not illegal, he corrected himself. It didn’t show half of what the other dresses in the room did, but it was sexy. Too damn sexy to wear around all these men.

  Brent took a step forward but halted when Sam Hamilton stepped behind Lacey and placed a hand on her bare back. His entire body flared with jealousy. How dare he put his hands on her? She was his.

  Before Brent could do anything stupid, like pound Sam into the ground in front of everyone and throw Lacey over his shoulder, a strong hand clamped his shoulder.

  “Ah, and there’s our girl,” Matt said in a very low tone.

  Brent tried to shake Matt’s hand off of him, but his friend only tightened it and pulled him in the other direction.

  One desperate night when he couldn’t get Lacey out of his head, he had gone down to the bar he played pool at. Brent had managed to get himself wasted, and the bartender had called Matt to come pick him up. His friend had been relentless, demanding to know what had put him in this funk for the last month. Brent had spilled the entire story to his best friend.

  “You can let go of me,” he protested.

  “Nope, not until I get you as far away as possible.”

  Reaching the bar on the other side of the room, Brent planted himself against a stool and turned his head towards Lacey. She was making her way around the room, probably trying to find her table. She would smile and wave, or give hugs, even kisses on cheeks. His entire body tightened as he watched her.

  Matt placed another drink in his hand. “Don’t do anything stupid, man.”

  Brent grunted at him without taking his eyes off Lacey.

  “Hey, you were already a complete ass once. She’d really think something of you if you pounded every guy in the room.”

  That statement got Brent’s attention. “I was not a complete ass,” he grumbled.

  “Yeah, man, you were.”

  So far so good Lacey thought as she made her way to her assigned table. There hadn’t been a sign of Brent, and she was beginning to feel more relaxed. She even had a moment of anger that she had stopped coming to the conventions because of the man.

  As she reached her table, she was relieved to find the others already seated were friends she’d made throughout the years. Cara Livley was the first to greet her with a big hug.

  “It’s been forever,” the other woman said as Lacey hugged her back.

  “I know.” Lacey laughed and greeted everyone else.

  Cara pulled her into the seat next to her. “Well, I have to say I am glad to see you.”

  Lacey leaned back in her chair and smiled, feeling the huge weight that had been threatening to crush her chest lift around the other woman. She had always enjoyed Cara and was glad she was seated next to her.

  It wasn’t until Cara mentioned her husband that she remembered how she became such good friends with Cara. Cara’s husband and Brent had been in the military together. Brent had been the one to first introduce the two women.

  And if Cara was seated at the table that meant…

  Lacey didn’t finish the thought before Brent stood on the other side of the table, looking down at her.

  Lacey shivered, but it wasn’t from cold as her eyes met his. The heated look in his couldn’t be missed—even Cara stopped talking. He raised his glass to Lacey before drinking down the dark liquid and taking a seat directly in front of her.

  “Look who I found,” Cara told Brent and her husband.

  Matt reached over and took Cara’s hand, placing a kiss on it before taking the seat on the other side of Cara and next to Brent. The two women between Lacey and Brent continued to talk in low voices and didn’t pay them any attention.

  “I’m surprised to see you here.” Brent’s low voice caressed her body even as she tried to steel her resolve against him. “It’s been, what…three months since you’ve attended a convention?”

  He knew how long it had been and why, but Lacey kept her voice causal so no one else at the table would know there was something else going on. “I’ve been very busy,” Lacey lied.

  “I just bet you have,” he commented back.

  Anger started to beat out her pride as she fumed at his implication and how her presence there didn’t seem to mean a thing to him. Determined to ignore him, she shifted her chair and gave her attention to Cara.

  “So tell me what’s new with you. Matt hasn’t been keeping you too busy to write, has he?”

  Just like she hoped, Cara blushed but laughed.

  “Actually I do have news,” Cara told her, then scooted closer. “I’m pregnant.”

  Lacey could see the happiness shining in her friend’s eyes. She threw her arms around Cara. “Congratulations! That’s great!” Then she peeked around to Matt. “Good job!”

  “Thanks. I’m still getting used to it.” Matt smiled widely and slapped Brent on the back. “Brent had to stop me from hyperventilating when she told me.”

  Lacey couldn’t help but look at Brent then. He continued to stare at her with dark, brooding eyes. Lacey looked away quickly and picked up her wineglass.

  Food started to arrive at the table, and she gladly concentrated on her plate. She could feel Brent as he watched her every move.

  Once the dinner was over and the live band started up, Lacey started to say her good-byes to everyone, claiming to be tired from the trip. She made plans to meet with Cara for breakfast before practically running from the table, never looking at the man across from her.

  She was halfway through the room when she felt a hand grab her arm. She knew without turning around it was Brent.

  The way his hand felt on her, the way her stomach jumped, and liquid pooled inside her panties, she knew he was the one who’d stopped her. Leaning into her, he whispered against her ear.

  “Dance with me.”

  They’d shared dances at previous conventions. She could still remember the feeling of his strong arms around her, the strength in which he held her, as he confidently led her around the floor.

  Lacey wanted to refuse, tell him to go to hell, but as his arm wrapped around her waist, she let him pull her onto the dance floor.

  She didn’t look up at him as he held her but gently placed her hands on his shoulders, hoping to be able to keep distance between them. Brent was having none of that and pulled her body closer until they were pressed close together.

  Lacey gasped as she felt the hard sign of his arousal against her stomach but he didn’t seem to mind as he began to move to the music.

  Fighting herself, Lacey stayed rigid in his arms and tried not to show that his movements, the feel of him, even his smell was turning her on. As they moved and his legs rubbed against hers, her knees weakened. Stra
ightening her spine, she refused to give in to the feelings.

  “Look at me, Lacey.” His voice next to her ear sent shivers down her body.

  Steeling herself, she looked up and tried to look indifferent.

  But it wasn’t possible with those soulful eyes looking back at her. When he cupped her back of her head, she had a sudden, frightening thought that he might kiss her in front of all these people. And even scarier, she wanted him to.

  His mouth began to lower to hers, and she felt her eyes began to close. Luckily his words from their last meeting flashed through her head.

  She pushed at his chest able to break out of his arms. “I’m sorry, Brent, but this isn’t going to happen.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ve had you once, and I won’t make that mistake again.”

  With those final words, she turned on her heel and hurried towards the exit.

  Lacey walked away quickly without looking back. She didn’t breathe in relief until she stood in front of the elevators. Then the air around her shifted, and she knew he was once again behind her.

  Brent grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. She gasped in surprise as he yanked her body against his.

  “That was a nice shot at me back there, but I’m not finished with you yet,” he told her as he punched the elevator button.

  Lacey trembled, and it wasn’t in fear, but she wouldn’t let him know that. She stubbornly lifted her chin. “Well, I don’t really care whether you are finished with me or not—”

  He cut her off by pushing her into the empty elevator when the door opened. He hit another button once inside before crowding her back against the far wall of the moving machine.

  Lacey put her hands on his chest in defence, but he only covered them with his own before pressing up against her. Her mouth opened in protest, and he cut her off once again, this time with his lips on hers.

  The immediate taste of him made her want to swoon. He moved his hands from hers to hold her face and change the angle of the kiss, taking it deeper.

  She moaned as their tongues danced in the most basic mating ritual, and her hands went around his shoulders.

  He didn’t look behind him as the elevator doors opened, just pulled her out and started down the hall.

  “I don’t think…” Lacey tried to get out.

  Brent silenced her with a kiss and nip of her bottom lip. “That’s right—you won’t think.” he told her, opening the door to his suite and gently pushing her inside.

  Chapter Three

  Lacey didn’t have time to look around his large suite before Brent once again had her in his arms, pressed body to body.

  “You had your turn, and now, it’s mine,” he told her right before he took possession of her mouth. And possess it he did. The kiss was hard, hot, and brutal, telling her everything he couldn’t get out in words.

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he let his hands wander over her bare back. With her soft flesh quivering to his every touch, he knew she wanted him, but he would hear her say it.

  When his fingers ran over the catch of her dress, he paused and pulled his mouth from hers.

  Tilting her head back, he made her look him in the eye.

  “Tell me you want me or tell me to stop. This is your only chance,” he warned her.

  Lacey’s eyes widened. Her soft tongue flicked out and licked her dry lips. Brent thought he might go insane with how much he wanted her.

  “Tell me!” he demanded. “Do you want me?”

  Lacey nodded and leaned back towards him.

  Firmly, but gently, he grabbed and held her chin. “Then tell me.”

  Lacey’s pretty face flushed. She once again licked her lips, and her mouth opened twice before any sound came out. When she spoke, it was in a whisper, but it was all he needed to hear. “I want you, Brent.”

  Once the words were out of Lacey’s mouth, Brent took complete control. Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom. Placing her on her feet next to the bed, he leaned down and traced her neck, jaw, and ear with the tip of his tongue.

  Lacey let her head drop back to enjoy the sensations he was causing. When he pulled the clip out of her hair, causing it to cascade over her shoulders and back, she shook it out letting it brush her sensitive and heated skin.

  Lacey heard him groan as he grabbed her hair and held her head in place. Then, once again, his mouth was roaming her. Her dress fell, but she didn’t care when his mouth covered one of her hardened nipples. Holding the back of his head to her breast, she relished the pull on her bud and the scrape of his teeth.

  Her legs went out from under her when he bit down. As if he anticipated it, Brent easily caught her before laying her on the bed. Her dress was left abandoned on the floor, leaving her in heels and panties. Brent removed the heels one at a time, kissing her ankles as the shoes dropped to the floor. His hands went between her legs and moved up slowly, drawing a low moan from her.

  Lacey’s legs fell apart as he moved up her body. She was open to him like she’d never been before, but she didn’t care. She was past reason and wanted him desperately.

  Brent teased her with light brushes of his fingertips over her weeping sex. She moaned in frustration, but he only chuckled and continued his torture. When his mouth hovered over her, she thought she might go crazy before she felt the first long, wet lick between her folds.

  Lacey’s hips bucked, but he wasn’t one to be rushed. Using one long finger, he separated her most private part and licked her up like cream. She was moaning under him, begging for more, but he only teased.

  As Lacey moved her hips to the rhythm, he kissed, licked, and rubbed, taking her closer to release. Stabbing his tongue inside her pussy, he added first one finger then a second as she rode his face.

  Small, soft cries escaped her mouth as she was lost in the pleasure he gave her. One handed, he was able to pull his clothes off.

  Pushing her legs farther apart with his free hand, he moved his mouth and sucked on her clit while adding a third finger. Lacey exploded around him. Her cream rushed over his mouth, and he greedily lapped it up. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, and her body shook from the pressure of her orgasm.

  Not giving her a moment of rest, he climbed up her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses, until he covered her. He shared her taste with her as he kissed her passionately. She restlessly kneaded his back and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Demanding he take her like he wanted.

  “Open your eyes,” he ordered, his voice husky with need.

  Lacey was powerless to deny him.

  “Watch me as I take you.”

  “Yessss,” she hissed as he entered her. He pushed in slowly inch by inch as her body clamped around him.

  Lacey gladly accepted him inside, arching her back to take him deep. He rested his forehead against hers as he paused to catch his breath.

  Brent pulled out quickly before slamming back in. Lacey’s breath caught, and she couldn’t get it back before he repeated the movement over and over. She lifted her hips so she met each stroke, giving as good as she was getting.

  “Oh baby…you feel so good. So right,” Brent murmured as he plunged in and out of her.

  Lacey didn’t think he was aware of speaking or what he was saying, but she heard every word.

  “That’s it…take me…take all of me…”

  Lacey slid her legs up to try to take him in deeper. When he pulled them over his shoulders, changing the angle and indeed going deeper, she broke apart again. Closing her eyes, once again she found her release.

  Brent groaned as her muscles milked him. His hips began to piston even faster as his thrusts became shorter and more desperate.

  Opening her eyes, Lacey looked into his face. She wanted to see him reach completion. Squeezing her inner muscles, she reached up and ran her nails over his back, marking him.

  Brent yelled out his release, slamming inside, and releasing his seed deep into her.

  Lacey lay on the bed with Brent’s weight
covering her, spent and exhausted. When he rolled over and off her, she was too tired to complain. One arm came around her, and he pulled her closer.

  She closed her eyes as she concentrated on the pace of his heartbeat. Her own was hammering. She was confused about what happened. If he was only getting back at her for her seduction, the words he’d spoken didn’t make sense.

  She drifted off to sleep before she could put to much thought into what had just happened.

  * * * *

  Lacey wasn’t sure what woke her, but she found herself in bed alone. Sitting up, she strained to hear inside the large hotel suite. She could hear the water running in the shower and knew Brent was in there.

  Looking at the bedside clock, she noted it was only a little past midnight. She pulled the covers off and sat on the side of the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do. Could Brent have changed his mind about what was going on between them or was this only revenge?

  Lacey knew her feelings went deeper than just sleeping with him. She’d fallen for him long before that first time in the hotel. It had broken her heart when he had so carelessly thrown it and her away. She didn’t know if she could face that again.

  She stood and looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser. No, she wouldn’t be able to go through it again. As much as it hurt, she would have to leave him before he left her.

  She pulled her dress back on silently. She couldn’t find her panties so she decided not to worry about them. Carrying her shoes in her arms, she took one last look at the bathroom door and quietly left the bedroom and suite.

  Tears fell from her eyes as she made it to the elevator, but she didn’t care. Luckily, she was by herself in the elevator and there was no one in the hallway to her own room. She made it inside the room before the she broke. Sobbing she went to her bathroom and turned on the shower. The dress she’d worn was discarded onto the floor as she stepped under the burning water. The heat felt good as she sat on the edge and cried.