As promised here is chapter 22, the story will be a bit more saucy so if you don't like that sort of thing stop reading now...thank you!

These are the definitions for the Italian words in the chapter below:

fratello: brother ; piaga: pest ; davvero: really ; piccolo: little sister

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Chapter 22

Wes's POV

I examined the clear bottle of vodka to assure it wasn't a counter fake, you could never be sure in business when someone would try pulling a fast one on you. Turning the bottle around I nodded and placed it on the shelf with the other bottles I had to restock after the private party, for rich snobs with everything at their finger tips they sure consumed more alcohol than I would have originally thought. As the head bartender I held the sole duty of reordering, restocking and anything else my station demanded of me which wasn't too much especially with Carrie as my assistant.

"Carrie I need you to get the small crate in the back, it's the only one without a lid." I ordered. Nodding wordlessly Carrie slipped out from behind the bar and went to receive what I asked of her. That's why I liked her, I love my other sisters but they were a handful at times. Marbella rarely listened let alone followed orders and Anna as sweet as she may seem she had a mouth that could drive anyone to rip their ears off in desperation to mute her. Carrie on the other hand listened to me and did as I asked unless it was something she felt was wrong, she wasn't a quiet mouse nor a nagger which counted more -unlike my other sisters she knew when to voice an opinion and when to follow a command.

"Do we have enough?" Dominic asked from the doorway

Nodding I started stacking the other bottles beside the vodka bottle I put up "We have enough till Monday, I've placed an order with Hal for Sunday just to be sure." I answered in a flat tone still avoiding my brother-in-law's gaze in which he noticed when he released a sigh

"You know what I did was right, if Marbella knew she was coming yesterday she would have drove the poor girl away." he explained in a thick accent I have come accustomed to over the years. What he said held some truth, Marbella would have chased Khloe away with her constant badgering -something Khloe doesn't like to begin with.

My older sister was a bit too protective of us since she felt it was her responsibility to keep us safe as the oldest sibling, she means well but she tends to over do the mother hen role at times. Thanks to her obsession with gossip magazines my sister knew dirt on Khloe -whether it were true or not Marbella would not hesitate to call her out on those rumors. I refused to read anything about her when Marbella shoved the magazine that took our picture at her sister's engagement telling me to read up on her past but I refused, if and when Khloe decided to tell me about her past I'll listen -to her not a tabloid.

"You could have given me a hands up Dom." I sighed feeling my anger towards my old neighbor dissolve. Although I don't agree with what he did it was the right thing to do considering Marbella.

"I didn't want to risk anyone knowing. I barely got Marbella to stay home with the kids and if word got out she would have rushed over here to rip into the girl."

Pausing with a bottle in mid air I lowered it "I see your point." I mumbled, lowering the bottle I turned to face Dominic who had walked over to the bar "I was surprised to see her after her hodeni act." I admitted

"This is new for her fratello, in her head it makes sense to run." he replied with a sad smile, the sympathy filling his eyes genuine. Dominic was the only one who knew what was truly going on between Khloe and I. He's been my best friend long before he and Anna went out, being neighbors in Italy and growing up practically like brothers it was natural I turned to him with the truth.

Running a hand through my hair I released a huff of breath worn out from my sleepless night, a night filled with my body flaming after having sex with Khloe. My memories tortured me about what I couldn't have despite already having had it, every time I shut my eyes her face materialized -the sexy expression of satisfaction when she pushed her hips forward forcing me into her cave. My jeans seemed to have shrunk just recalling the unmasked pleasure that claimed her composed features.

I couldn't get the image of her passion stricken expression out of my head, her soft moans replaying in my head like a broken record taunting me for what was laying across the hall till the early morning when I had finally dozes off. Then to wake up after less than an hour and see the marks she left down my back sent all the memories whirling back as well as how I left still throbbing for the little minx. She didn't so much as kick me out with words, it was her expression -what we did had just sank in and the look of panic in her honeysuckle eyes was my first clue. Standing up I dressed in silence with a bitter bye I left despite my body's protests to ease her over active brain.

"Is it that bad that she will be running each time we get physically close?" I asked referring to her past brushes with the tabloid, although I resisted the temptation Dominic however didn't and now currently knew more about Khloe than I did.

He perched his elbow on the bar and nodded "Whether the rumors are true or not Khloe has had men betray her in every way, that doesn't paint a good picture for the rest of us." he stated with shake of his head

"What do I do than? Just let her be?" I asked silently hoping for the latter

"Idiota." he muttered slapping the back of my head like he use to when we were younger "You show her you're not that kind of man, you ah what's the word..." he rubbed his chin for a moment before snapping his fingers "Woo....you woo her."

"Khloe isn't the wooing type." I snorted. Dropping to a squat I ran my hands over the cups relieved they survived, replacing these glasses was more of a hassle than restocking the liquor and more expensive. "She is the type to think three times before making a decision never mind accepting a gift."

"Trust me fratello, she wants to be wooed all girls do as for her over thinking..well you remember how your sister was."

Bending my head back I laughed recalling how Anna use to run from Dominic, refusing to go on a date. He use to stop by the house twice a day just to talk to her and even then Anna hid in her room from him. "She hated you." I chuckled as I stood

He scowled at my choice of words but it was Anna's words and that's what pissed him off more "The point is after showing her I was a good man she stopped running."

Nodding I opened my mouth to speak when Carrie's grunts sounded as a silent warning, hopping over the counter I took the crate from her shaking hands.

"Damn those people can drink." she huffed pushing a few strands of her blond hair behind her ear "At least I finally met your secret girlfriend." she grinned

Rolling my eyes I grumbled under my breath, placing the crate down on the granite bar counter.

"Are you going to see her today?" she continued oblivious to my annoyed expression, she sat on the vinyl stool in front of me her grin broad and too cheeky for my liking.

"Why?" I questioned

"Well I was hoping to drop off a draft while she's still considering me as a possible client."

"Wait what?" I exclaimed my hands stilling on the bar, Carrie nodded her blonde hair bouncing much like my mom's did. I gulped past the lump in my throat, it seems every day that passes Carrie resembles her more and more. My heart ached at the thought of having a reminder of my mom, it would be bittersweet to see her again even if it were through my little sister.

"Khloe offered to take a look at my writing, I spent all this morning brushing my best story up for her." she explained clearly proud of which ever story she has chosen of the many stories she has written. Despite my earlier frustrations with her I felt the corners of my mouth tipping upwards, she didn't have to help Carrie out yet she did. This woman just keeps surprising me, I thought with a shake of my head.

"It's the weekend can't you wait till Monday?" Dominic offered

"I don't want her to change her mind." Carrie clarified, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout as she turned to me "I won't bother her please Wes." she pleaded

"Carrie." Dominic warned but his words met deaf ears, Carrie leaned forward batting her lashes up at me as she chanted please over again

I opened my mouth to tell her to cease her begging when an idea began forming. Khloe met my family who think we're together so if Carrie were present Khloe can't run away. I grinned, I'm not sure how Khloe will react the next time we bump into each other after having sex but knowing her it will end with me tanking my hair out in frustration. But having Carrie there would ensure she wouldn't run. Got'cha now kitty.

"Alright." I spoke up interrupting Dominic's mini lecture, Carrie gasped her dark blue eyes sparkling with excitement "Davvero?" she squealed her lips spreading into a megawatt smile that could supply the small neighborhood

"Yes, we'll go later. Can you handle the fort without us?" I asked Dominic who squinted at me in attempt to figure out what I was up to

He raised a brow in silent questioning in which I responded by darting my eyes towards a fidgety Carrie. Nodding in understandment he sighed mumbling under his breath in Italian and nodded "Of course." he answered not sounding enthusiastic about it either

Ready or not Khloe, I'm coming for you.

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Khloe's POV

"What about this one?" Tess asked holding a sheer camisole up for me to examine

I shook my head, the dark plum color seemed to contrast with her complexion and add her baby weight and Tess would never step out of the bathroom and face her husband.

"Try the pink." I said pointing to the rack behind her. Her eyes lit up at the petal pink lace topped gown that would barely cover her booty nor hide anything beneath it and the lace thong that hung beside it didn't help. Shoving the forgotten camisole back she yanked the gown off the rack her soft blue eyes dancing happily as she assessed the new item.

"Oh yes this will do." she giggled holding the lingerie to her chest

"I never thought I'd be lingerie shopping with an eight month pregnant women." I laughed under my breath

Nudging my shoulder she pouted her lips mockingly "I'm a hot eight month pregnant woman who happens to want to surprise her husband with sexy underwear." she pointed out a slight tug of a smile pulling at her lips "Besides you offered to come along."

That I did. Sighing I crossed my arms over my chest, Tess called early this morning asking if I was up for a shopping trip. Normally I would decline straight away but one glance at the empty bed I was currently lounged on had me agreeing before I could think twice. I needed a distraction from what occurred between Wes and I. Desire stirred in my lower belly thinking about last night, it happened so fast I can't pin point when exactly my hormones took over for my brain. One minute I was wishing Wes would stay then we were kissing, rushing into the bedroom, hands and mouths a blur as the explosion of pleasure ended my wanton behavior. Then to wake up feeling refreshed but alone was like a sucker punch to the gut, I didn't try stopping Wes when he left. Didn't tell him to stay. I just sat and watched his stone like expression as he tossed his clothes on and exited coldly and I couldn't really blame him.

Fingering a lacy top I allowed my mind to wonder freely back to Wes and the way I abandoned all morals, all reasons I had against ever being involved with Wes went down the drain when I felt his erection against my lower abdominal. My legs quaked just thinking about the mind blowing orgasm -my second orgasm by yet the same man who still remained clueless about that sma detail.

"Thinking about him?" Tess asked with a knowing look

Gulping hard I gave a slight nod, this was too much for me to handle alone so I blurted the truth to Tess after she picked me up. I told her about how Wes had rocked my world the way no man has been able to before but kept the two orgasms under wraps. It was too humiliating to admit even to an understanding person such as Tess.

"How am I suppose to face him again?" I asked whining slightly. Chewing on my bottom lip nervously I dropped my hand to my side watching the light fabric flutter back in place as if I had never touched it.

"Honey it was just sex, something very normal between two adults who have chemistry sparking between them."

It wasn't just sex, it was the first time my body awakened from the sexual needs a man was causing to rack through my body and give me pleasure unlike my other sex partners. Greg popped in my head immediately and his pathetic idea of 'foreplay' which had no effect on me what so ever whilst Wes set me to flames in seconds and with each brush of his skin I felt the heat in my belly intensify.

"It was really good though." I sighed hearing Tess's bell like giggle beside me

"So you've mentioned."

It was my turn to laugh knowing it was true, to my utter shame I couldn't stop mentioning just how good sex was with Wes. Truth was I don't regret last night, not than or now -how could I? Disappointment settled in my chest at the thought that disturbed me deeply, it didn't matter that he had another woman leave his apartment the other day or that he could get any woman he pleased at any moment he deemed fit. No matter how many times I repeated to myself that he was a player and a good one at that I couldn't bring myself to regret having sex with him.

"Is it wrong for me to not regret it?" I questioned out loud

Tess pushed a soft red corset against my chest her eyes squinting as she determined if it would suit me "No." she answered simply her ocean blue eyes meeting mine, the honesty shining back at me "You are a woman Khloe who has needs that were satisfied, there is nothing you should regret."

Worry gnawed at my insides, there was still one thing bothering me "What if he didn't enjoy it?" I asked self doubt coating my words

Tess lowered the corset her shaped brows furrowing angrily as if I had insulted her "Don't you dare allow the fucker Greg to ruin you Khloe." she spat his name as if it were poison in her mouth. She pointed her French tipped index finger at me in warning, her gaze burning with fury "You are beautiful Khlo, there is nothing wrong with you and Wes proved it. He touched you and you reacted something that never happened with Greg because his stubby, sausage fingers don't know the difference between a blow hole and a vagina. Never mind his baby sized penis." she scoffed repeating my exact description of Greg's manhood

"It was small." I agreed unable to stop the childish giggle from bubbling past my lips

"Damn right it's small." Tess added with a curt nod as she fought off a smile of her own "I never want to hear you doubt yourself again do you hear me." she scolded her expression schooled in seconds, I nodded murmuring a 'yes ma'am' barely holding in my laughter.

Greg took a chainsaw to my self esteem after I tried to piece what was left of it, his constant remarks on my 'lacking' abilities in the bedroom effected me despite the tough act I held up in front of him. I tried everything I could to please him but each time he remained limp and more agitated with every failed attempt from my part. It was degrading to lay beside him as he went on and on about how disappointing and bland sex was with me, it was humiliating and made me feel less of a woman being scolded like a child for something I didn't even realize I sucked at.

"You know what you need, sexy underwear." she beamed "A good set of sexy underwear can boost any woman's confidence."

"Oh no you don't." I protested following after her as she made her way to the dreamy lingerie all sheer, lace and smooth silk; all fabrics that freaked me out. "I haven't even worn the last pair you made me buy."

Placing her hands on her hips she sent me a knowing look "Don't tell me he pulled your dress up and found you in granny panties?"

"No!" I squeaked heat creeping up my cheeks just imagining what Wes thought when he saw my plain white panties when he is accustom to his regular exotic women who wore much more daring panties than I.

Perhaps I could pick a few pairs out that were less prude like and more sexy, something Wes would like. Biting my bottom lip I watched Tess lift up a hot pink thong that I would never consider had I come here alone.

"Next time Mr. sexy neighbor is pulling your clothes off he's going to get an eye full of this baby." she said her voice tinged with a smile as she continued rummaging through the racks

Oh god.

Suppressing a moan I shut my eyes as the heated images of Wes tearing at my clothes in the midst of passion danced across my closed lids. The temperature in the store seemed to have risen a few degrees as my imagination conjured different scenarios all ending with Wes pumping into me his husky breath fanning my neck as he muttered provocative words in my ear.

"Oh this screams do me."

Tess's excited squeak snapped me from my dirty thoughts, blinking my eyes open I felt my cheeks stain pink at the lacy camisole that reached the knees but it might as well have been nothing with the amount of skin that would show if worn, everything was on display. Everything! My eyes raked over the seductive gown, reaching my hand out I ran the tips of my fingers over the soft fabric shivering when I made contact with expensive looking material. This wasn't an item I would normally buy or even give a second glance at yet I took it into my arms wondering how it would feel against my skin. Or better yet how good it would look thrown on my bedroom floor, heat pooled between my legs at my shameful thinking. One good fuck and I've turned to a whore, I thought as I draped the camisole over my arm already deciding I'll buy it.

"Fine but just a few." I agreed sternly

Tess's definition of few seemed to have been the contrast of the actual meaning, I thought as I placed the pink bag of the silky, lacy and barely there underwear in my closet until later when I would find a permeant place for them.

"When am I actually going to where this?" I asked out loud well aware that no one would answer since I was alone in my bedroom holding up a pair of silky panties

Tossing the soft panties back into the bag I shut the door wondering what had possessed me to agree to the ridiculous items I bought with Tess today, I've bought more than I usually do after going out with her and strange products I would rather be struck down by lightening before buying. Picking up the black box on my nightstand I read the name completely shocked that I Khloe Sparks have actually bought a vibrator. Me?! The girl who has -was on a dry spell for eighteen months owns a pleasuring mechanical côck! It was like giving a nun a.... well a dildo.

I laughed under my breath as I striped out of my clothes from earlier today, swapping them for a pair of booty shorts and a cashmere tank top following the advice Tess gave me in the parking below

"Get up there and dress in something short and tight, strut around the apartment proud of your body." she instructed

The tank top I had on was a soft lavender shade, it clung to my average B size breasts and just barely covered my middle section, the booty shorts cupped my butt adding shape to the slight curve there. My legs were long and moisturizer after a quick shower and my blonde hair was pushed over one shoulder emphasizing my bare collarbone. I nodded pleased with my first attempt at being 'sexy'. It wasn't the best combo but still I did a decent job when comparing my normal clothing on weekends; a old oversized shirt that hid every feminine curve I have. Now the difficult part, I thought as I stepped out of my bedroom feeling a slight chill due to my lack of clothing.

"Be bold." I chanted as I pushed my shoulders back, chest poking out I strolled to the kitchen trying to sway my hips like I've seen over women do. I smiled feeling a tinge in lower belly at walking around dressed in barely anything and seductively might I add. Grinning happily I headed towards the fridge for a drink, immediately the cold air blasted forward causing my bare breasts to perk up and brush against the soft fabric of my tank top only causing them to harden further.

I gasped grabbing a bottle of Ginger ale and shutting the fridge quickly, a wave of desire skittering down my spine as I placed the bottle down. Great now I'm horny, I thought bitterly as I glanced at my chest images of Wes's fingers brushing the erect buds flashing like a movie in my mind. Groaning loudly I silently cursed Tess's stupid advice because that's what it was stupid!

I stomped towards my room ready to change when there was a knock on the door, switching directions I pulled open the door wondering who would come visit me and on the weekends which I usually spend alone. My eyes settled on the reason for my current frustration standing tall and proud in front of me, his grey eyes widening when they fixed on my chest his smile dropping as he shamelessly stared. My heart pounded against my ribs tattooing it's print on the inside of my chest, why is he here? Gulping nervously I allowed my eyes to sweep over his simple clothing; a black tee that clung to his upper body like a second second, matched with a pair of dark jeans that hung low on his hips, his touchable black hair begging for me to run my fingers through it as it stuck out in every direction in the sexy way Wes left it.

He looked good -scratch that he looks tempting, like the red apple dangling in the garden of Eden beckoning for me to take a bite and drown in sinful pleasure. A throat clearing caused his eyes to snap back up to my face and his cloudy gaze didn't help me from reaching out and smashing my lips to his.

"Hi Khloe."

The feminine voice snapping me from my momentary weakness, glancing behind Wes was his younger sister Carrie grinning up at me her navy eyes similar to the ones I was just drowning in. "Hi." I replied my voice holding a airy tone that sounded more like a squeak in my ears

Turning to Wes I was going to ask what he was doing here when he stepped forward, one toned arm sliding around my waist as he slammed his mouth over mine in what I could only explain as untamed hunger. Immediately my lips parted begging for his tongue to slip into my mouth in which Wes didn't disappoint. His tongue touched mine when there was another throat being cleared, Wes groaned in protest and pulled back his expression one of annoyance.

"Sorry." I apologized sheepishly

Carrie scrunched her nose as if she had smelled a foul odor "It's fine you are a couple but it's still nasty to see my brother making out in front of me." she explained earning a playful shove from Wes

She glared up at her brother who still had a strong arm wrapped around my middle section not that I minded "We barely pecked each other." he said with a roll of his eyes

"You had your tongue down her throat I think you were past a peck." she shot back her lips pursed stubbornly

"Piaga." he mumbled nudging her yet again, Carrie shot him a dirty look which he ignored as he turned his attention back to my stunned expression still trying to gather my scattered thoughts after a -short- sizzling kiss. "You going to invite us in kitty or what?" he asked in a mock tone

Shaking my head clear I nodded stepping aside as my brain attempted to break through the fog in my head, Wes shut the door his arm sliding to my small back as he guided me towards the couch where Carrie sat admiring my apartment in unmasked awe.

"This is beautiful." she gasped running her fingers over the mahogany table in front of her

"Thank you, I thought so too when I first saw it."

Wes scoffed mumbling it was just a table as he guided us to our seats, I sent him a glare my brain finally adjusting to the here and now. He simply shrugged in response not caring that he insulted my furniture, although that sounds strange that's how I felt. Turning away from him I felt his fingers tighten over my waist as if I would scoot away which I was partly tempted to do had it not been for Carrie studying us.

"So what do I owe this unexpected visit?" I asked aiming the question at Carrie

The young woman bit her bottom lip nervously, pulling a black spotted notebook out of her bag she handed it over to me the uncertainty in her eyes disturbing me since she seemed so confident last time I saw her. Taking the notebook from her outstretched hand I barely opened it when she started babbling.

"I wanted to give you something now that way you can tell me how it is, you don't have to read right away I'm in no rush but that doesn't mean I don't care because I do care it's just I didn't want you to change your mind about giving me a chance because I really do love writing but getting a professional opinion would finally tell me if I'm wasting my time or-"

"Relax piccolo." Wes chuckled his chest trembling against my back as the vibrations like a jolt of electricity to my body

Carrie blushed and lowered her head as she looked at me through her dark lashes. Pushing the sensations reeling through my body because of Wes's close proximity I smiled at the nervous woman before me finding her nervousness endearing.

"Of course I'll read this I told you I would and I'll give you my honest opinion so be prepared." I warned watching her bob her head yes "I'm a stubborn woman who doesn't say anything she doesn't mean either."

"Stubborn as a mule." Wes mumbled

Slapping his arm I slid away from his tight grip when he dragged me across the couch back to his side much to my frustration.

"You mean it?" Carrie asked her voice full of excitement

"Yes-ooh." Yet again Carrie surprised by throwing her arms around my neck as if we were old friends, I stiffened still unaccustomed to touching another person other than Wes that is. Growing up I didn't really have many experiences hugging others, my parents weren't the affectionate type and I didn't have friends that should me any kindest. It was a sad truth but still a truth, I wasn't use to human contact. Hesitantly I wrapped my arms around her slender waist determined to return the affection.

"Thank you so much." she gushed pulling away

I waved her off a soft smile forming on my lips as I watched her take her seat a ear to ear grin plastered on her face, the amount of happiness and life illuminating from such a young person was like a breath of fresh air. I envied the hope shining in her eyes due to her innocent brush with life, untainted by the unfairness reality put on some people.

"I'll get back to you on Monday." I said, Wes's hand slipped behind my back and out of view as I spoke. The tips of his fingers skimming over the waist band of my shorts, clenching my legs together I tried ignoring how he skated his fingers over one of my cheeks.

"Great." she chirped happily, her eyes darted to my side where Wes sat lazily his expression not betraying what his teasing hand was doing behind me. "I have the night off and well since we didn't technically get to hang out much yesterday I was wondering if you'd like to tonight."

Poking my tongue out from between my lips I attempted to replenish the sudden dryness on my lips all due to the rogue hand squeezing my buttocks "Su-u-ure I stuttered earning a curious glance from Carrie

"I was hoping we could go out to a club, nothing screams girl time like dancing in a crowded dance floor." she joked

"Club?" I repeated as if I didn't understand the meaning of the word. I stiffened feeling Wes's hands cease their teasing, gulling nervously I felt my hands tremble on my lap at the thought of being surrounded by sweaty bodies rubbing against me. Men reaching for any body part they could reach, the cheesy pick up lines, girls much younger and much prettier than me dressed in skimpy short dresses. It wasn't my scene and every time Tess drags me out to a club I remember specifically why as I spend the night by the bar warding off drunk, desperate, horny men who missed with other woman and decided to try the lonely girl by the bar. By the end of the night I felt more rejected than ever, and unsatisfied after kissing a few toads in the hopes that I'd get lucky.

"Yeah, go out dancing and drinking it'll be fun."

"I don't know I'm not the partying type." I retorted my eyes falling on to my lap

"Come on kitty, let your hair down and have some fun for once." Wes encouraged

Snapping my head up I sent him a dirty look, hating the mocking tone he used as if I were some old lady who never left her house or her cats. He winked at me his hand sliding across my middle section sending my insides squirming as he settled his hand on my upper thigh. My features softened when I realized he was teasing me with his comment.

"It'll be fun, I promise." Carrie interjected batting her long lashes pleadingly

I felt my will crumbling whether it was due to her puppy dog face or the hand rubbing dangerously near my throbbing sex I nodded agreeing to go.

"Yes." she said jumping up to her feet, pulling up the knee length trench coat. Beneath the coat she had on short black shorts that were a respectable length that neither looked too long nor short enough that it was slutty, paired with an electric yellow tank top tucked neatly into her pants and gold gladiators to finish off the chic look. Shrugging the coat off she tossed it on the couch proud of her clothing.

"Whoo what the hell are you wearing?!" Wes boomed snapping out of his seat

She rolled her eyes "They're just shorts."

"That show too much off!" he shouted reaching for her trench coat

Jumping up to my feet I grasped his wrist stunning myself by the instinctive movement, Wes glanced down at my hand over his then dragged his gaze up to mine. His eyes filled with questioning as I gently tugged him backwards and he thankfully didn't fight me.

"She's a grown woman Wes, let her dress the way she wants." I said in a breathy whisper

"Yea besides Khloe is wearing less than me." she argued folding her arms across her chest stubbornly

I quickly turned away from his smoldering gaze as a blush grazed my cheeks at her blunt comment, dropping my hand from his I took a step back mortified that I was still dressed so provocatively, mentally cursing Tess once more I turned ready to bolt towards my room when I felt a hand grip mine the familiar long fingers encircling my wrist in a light caress. Clearing my throat I turned to face them my face flaming in embarrassment but still I kept my chin up stubbornly.

Carrie chuckled softly "You look good." she said her eyes darting to her brother then switched back to me, she smiled -a soft, knowing smile "Do you have club appropriate clothing or should I make a quick stop to my house?"

I nodded feeling Wes's eyes boring into the side of my skull "There should be something in my closet that Tess bought me." I answered

"Why don't you go back there and find something?" Wes instructed his fingers digging into my wrist

"Sure." Carrie replied with a wink and dashed into my room the sound of her footsteps fading in the distance. I waited till I heard her open the closet door before turning to face him, his eyes were dark pools deep in his head, the intense look in them intimidating and a slight turn on. Pushing my hormones aside I opened my mouth to speak when he beat me to it.

"Don't run away from me."

I blinked confusingly up at him "What?"

He pulled on my hand drawing me successfully against his chest, his free hand rested on my hip bone drawing small circles "Don't run away because we had sex." he clarified his eyes boring into mine

My breath caught in my throat as his hand slid down to my backside, he gave a small squeeze groaning in response. My chest heaved with the breaths passing my lips in fast paced pants, my breasts to brushed further against the soft fabric of my tank top causing my nipples to harden. Wes glanced down at my chest his keen eye noticing my body's reaction to him.

"I wasn't going to run." I spoke in a low voice

He arched on dark brow in disbelief "Really you have before."

"Well I'm not anymore." I shot back my heart pounding in my chest in retraction to his hand rubbing over my perked nipples

Jerking his hips forward I gasped feeling his erection digging into my lower abdominal as he cupped the globes of my ass in his massive hands dragging my hips towards his when I tried pulling back "So if we were to have sex again you wouldn't freak out?"

"No."

He stood quiet surprised by my quick response, my honest response. Biting my bottom lip I glanced up at him through a row of dark lashes, his eyes were glazed over with lust reflecting the emotion shining from my own. The emotion raw and unhidden.

"Did you regret it this morning?" he asked his voice just an octave above a whisper

A laugh bubbled in my throat, how could I regret the best sexual experience of my life? Even if I am a frigid woman between the sheets I'd have to be made of stone to respond yes. I wanted to say yes, to lie to him and myself and say I regretted every touch, every kiss shared, every moan of ecstasy that passed in between. But I didn't.

"No."

His expression softened, he dug his hips further into mine eliciting a gasp from my lips at the feel of his manhood -it's size flashed in my mind teasing me for what I could have.

"Would you be opposed to repeating last night?" he asked his breath fanning my face as he lowered his head his lips nearly touching mine

Lifting my head I grazed my lips against his accidentally, we both moaned in unison our lips moving in a silent tempo. Raising my hands up to his chest I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled his face lower as my lips devoured his hungrily. He moaned, his hands tightening on my backside as he jerked his hips forward in a teasing sweep. I growled sucking his bottom lip into my mouth tasting him and rejoicing at how good he tasted. His scent engulfed me in a friendly embrace, the spicy scent of his cologne mixing with the musky scent of man combining into a tantalizing smell that had my senses on edge. Wes pulled back resting his forehead against mine panting heavily.

"If my sister wasn't in the other room I would lay you down on the couch and fuck you till you're legs give out." he whispered huskily

Shivering against his chest at the silent promise, my core burned wanting him to do just that. Maybe we can run across to his place, I pondered the idea for a moment when Carrie's voice carried from the other room.

"Please don't have sex while I'm here."

"Piaga." Wes muttered in Italian the word rolling off his tongue in a thick masculinity that illuminated from him like light shines from a light bulb

Pulling back I attempted to calm my labored breaths as Wes reluctantly peeled his hands off of me, pressing my clothes I realized I was still wearing the ridiculous short shorts. Glancing behind me I was relieved to see it hadn't ridden up when Wes was playing with my bottom.

"I like these clothing better than your usual ones." he stated teasingly

Rolling my eyes I spotted the tent in his pants "I bet the hard on hurts." I shot back with a smirk

He adjusted the front of his pants a devilish grin forming on his lips "You can fix that later kitty, right now we need to get ready."

I shot him a glare at his cocky confidence that I'd let him do anything to me let alone do anything to him. Sadly if he asked me to take care of him in that sense while I burned with arousal I would but rather than be repulsed by the thought I felt myself getting excited. I really am a whore.

"We?" I asked curiously

He nodded smoothing out the front of his shirt "You didn't think I'd let you and my younger sister go out to a club unsupervised."

"You're coming!"

Again he nodded, turning on his heels he started for the door "Don't dress too sexy kitty, I'd hate to have to fight the guys off of you all night." he called out over his shoulder

I rolled my eyes at him "I'll have to rip the woman off your legs." I muttered as I turned away cringing when he howled with laughter hearing me