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  Failure to Stop

  Since when did the procedure for giving someone a ticket for running a stop sign include a very hands-on pat-down against the hood of my car, not even giving me a chance to see his face? I swear, cop or not he’s getting very close to getting Tasered; my hand was mere inches from the Taser in my open purse. But despite the high inappropriateness of his pat-down there was something very familiar about the way he was touching me – even the scent of his cologne triggered familiarity.

  I never dreamed when the inappropriate, yet highly erotic frisking was over that I’d be standing face to face with my former high school sweetheart, town troublemaker and love of my life Devon Land. But there he was with a cocky smirk, looking sexier than I remembered and thoroughly enjoying my shock.

  One big mistake cost me the upscale life in New York I’d grown to love, forcing me to return home to Alabama. I swore I’d never move back to my small town, I’d outgrown it, but with a temptation like Devon intent on reminding me of the life I’d left behind can I leave a second time?

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  Terry Towers

  Moist

  Copyright Nov 17, 2020

  Cover Design by Angel Van Dam Cover Designs

  By Terry Towers

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

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  Moist. Wet. Steamy.

  That’s what I’m paid to get women every night.

  Horn them up and then send them home to their spouse or vibrator, whatever their satisfaction tool of choice is.

  My job is done when they walk out the door of the club giggling, flushed, and excited.

  It’s just a bonus I get paid extremely well to make it happen.

  Dancing isn’t my lifelong dream. It’s a means to make ends meet.

  At least it was until she came into the club with a group of her screaming, drunk friends.

  Shy and reserved, she caught my attention straight away as she tried to keep her eyes diverted from the action on the stage.

  My intention was to open her up and pull her from her shell.

  I didn’t expect for her to flip my whole f*cking world upside down.

  Prologue

  10 years ago

  Xander

  Holy fuck, this had to be one of the most nerve-racking nights of my life. I was actually getting physically ill thinking about it. I just had to take a deep breath and go through with it. It was even more stressful than making a run for a goal when on the field. At least when I was on the field, I knew what I was doing. This prom night stuff, on the other hand, was a whole new territory.

  “Man, I don’t know if I’m digging this color.”

  “I don’t think you have a choice,” I replied, bringing the black leather dress shoe up to eye level to inspect the shine. It looked pretty good to me. Satisfied, I looked from the shoe to see Keith in front of a mirror scrutinizing himself from every possible angle.

  “I should never have allowed Becky to choose pink as her prom dress color.” Keith was wearing the standard black tuxedo, but his cummerbund and bow tie was a bright, almost fluorescent pink. It looked rather outlandish.

  “Every guy knows the prom is about the girl. She wanted a florescent pink dress and you couldn’t talk her out of it so you’re stuck with it dude.”

  “She was really stubborn about it and she promised she’d do things that we’d never done before if I just went with the color choice.”

  I grinned. “Then that’s your problem dude, you’re leading with your dick.”

  “At least my dick is getting some action.”

  “Ouch. Fuck man. Hitting me where it hurts, huh?” My grin widened, but the comment stung a little bit.

  “Not sure what’s the deal with your girl, man. You’ve been together a year already.”

  “Yeah. Well, what’s worth having is worth waiting for. Tonight’s the night. We wanted it to be special.”

  “Yeah. I think you’re just being a sucker. You know there’s at least a dozen hot girls in school that wouldn’t think twice about giving you a piece of action. You know that right?”

  “I do know. But I love Ellie. You know love, it’s something you feel about someone else. I know it might be a hard concept for you man, but you should try it sometime.”

  Keith huffed. “Come on. We’re only eighteen. Not even old enough to legally drink for fuck’s sake. The last thing we need at our age before we even hit college is to be tied down to one woman. It ain’t right. Plenty of time for that when we’re out of college.”

  “Maybe I’m just not built like that. Maybe I like being with one girl – one very beautiful and special girl. Have you seen the photos she takes? She’s going to be an amazing photographer one day. Famous even. Just wait and see.”

  “Great. I’m sure she will, but that isn’t getting you action right now though, is it?”

  “Well, I don’t have to wait much longer. I’ve got everything all set up. I went to the hotel room earlier and made sure everything was perfect right down to the heart made of rose petals on the bed. I even scored some champagne. It’s perfect and she deserves it to be perfect.” As much as I wanted to convince him it was all to please Ellie, I also wanted it to be perfect for me. I didn’t spend the past five or six years jacking off until I found someone special for nothing.

  “Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.”

  “Just to point out, I’m the one wearing the blue cummerbund and tie while you’re wearing the pink one, so who of the two of us is a punk ass bitch now?” Cocking a brow up at him, I waited for the smart-assed retort.

  He huffed. “We will see won’t we. I have the room right beside yours. I’d better be hearing some hardcore fucking and moaning going on in your room tonight.”

  “Sure.” Happy with the job I’d done on the shoes, I pulled them on and laced them up. “You about ready? The limo will be here in a few minutes to go pick up the girls.”

  “Yeah.” He gave himself another look and then nodded. Grabbing his suit jacket, he slipped it on. “Handsome as I’ll ever be.”

  Giving Keith a hard look, I had to admit he did look good despite the hot pink. Maybe it was the blond hair and blue eyes that pulled it off. He wasn’t quite as tall as I was, but considering I was 6’3 not too many people were. He had that boy next door look that girls seem to flock to and despite my ribbing him, I had to admit he did get the girls. It’s like all he had to do was snap his fingers and they came running.

  “Passable,” I joked.

  Grabbing my jacket, I slipped it over my shoulders. Stopping in front of the floor length mirror that Keith had been monopolizing, I gave myself a once over. I was tall and lanky. Ellie said she loved my eyes; she said that she liked how dark blue they were and that they gave me a look of mystery. Running a
hand through my dark short hair, I messed with the front to make sure it was perfect before nodding my approval.

  I just turned from the mirror when a car horn honked outside.

  Our parents were already at the building where the prom was to be held. The school had arranged for the parents to attend the first half hour of the dance so they could get some pictures of their kids and dates before their asses were given the boot. Good luck to them if you ask me. Some parents were fanatical when it came to their kids and getting pictures. Being that Keith and I were on the football team, we got to experience it firsthand. The security would be lucky to get them all out within the first hour.

  “Ready buddy?” Keith gave me a jab to the shoulder as he walked past me and towards the front door.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, following behind.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  She looked beautiful. Ellie had insisted that I couldn’t see her dress until the prom. I’d informed her that was for weddings, not proms, but she stuck to her guns. The only information she gave me was that I had to get royal blue to match her.

  I didn’t think royal blue could look hot, but I was sorely mistaken. Standing outside of the limo, I watched as she strode down the walkway from her house with Keith’s date in tow. My eyes drank in every inch of her from the way her brown hair, which she’d highlighted golden blonde for the prom, shone as the streetlight bounced off it, to the way her breasts pressed against the satin and lace fabric restraining, to the way her hips moved under the tight material that followed her figure all the way down to the ground, fitting her body like a glove. When the wind hit the silver train that flowed out behind her, it added a majestic look to the dress.

  As she came closer, the conversation between them stopped and her eyes fixated on me. “Xander! You look so handsome!” She put her hands out and slipped them up my chest as she came in for a hug and brief kiss. The kiss wasn’t nearly as long or as passionate as I would have liked, but she was excited and there’d be time for that later in the night.

  “You look…” Taking a step back but keeping her within arm’s length, I shook my head, releasing a low whistle. “You look incredible. Just… Wow.”

  Giggling she did a twirl. The wind caught her hair, flipping it up and into her face. “Thank you.” Turning her backside to me, she shook her ass a little. “Do you like my train?”

  “It’s stunning. You’re beautiful.” Stepping back into her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to me, inhaling the scent of her apple shampoo. “I’ve got a surprise for you after the prom.”

  “You do?” Pulling from my embrace she looked up into my eyes, but there was something a little off about the look in her eyes that I couldn’t quite place.

  “Come on you two! We’re going to be late!” Keith yelled out from inside the car.

  Shaking my head to clear the negativity, I took a step back and motioned to the open door. “After you baby.”

  “Thank you, Sir!” She gave a little curtsey and ducked her head, getting into the car with me following behind her.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  The prom had started wonderfully. Just like I’d imagined, we danced, hung with friends, had photos taken by our parents, and had an all-around good time. But as things began to wind down, Ellie seemed to grow more distant. It didn’t make any sense; this was supposed to be our night together. By the time we were in the car heading to the hotel, I was definitely getting an off vibe from her.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered as we sat in the back of the limo across from Keith and his date.

  “Of course.” She smiled and gently squeezed my hand. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “I don’t know. It feels like there’s something wrong.”

  Frowning, she shook her head. “It’s fine.”

  Fuck. The dreaded ‘it’s fine.’ I may only be 18, but I knew that when a woman said ‘it’s fine’ that the situation was anything but. Looking across from us, I quickly averted my eyes. Keith’s date was straddling his lap and they were practically fucking. Thank God they still had clothing on. Did he really have to do that right now when we were minutes away from the hotel?

  Disgusted, I looked back at Ellie who was looking everywhere but at the make out session across from us. Maybe that was it. It was a big night and with us both being virgins, maybe she had a little jolt of the jitters?

  We remained silent until we pulled up to the hotel. The last stop for the night.

  Piling out of the limo, we bid the driver a good night and entered the hotel. Keith and I already had our room keys, so we went straight for the elevator. The ride up to the room was taken in silence and by the time we were alone in our room, I knew, without a doubt, there was an issue.

  “This is so nice, Xander. Thank you.” Kicking off her silver heels she walked over to the desk and picked up the bundle of red roses. Bringing them to her nose, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as I watched her chest raise and slowly fall. Opening her eyes, she placed the roses back onto the desk and turned to look at the bed. “This is all too much. I don’t know what to say.”

  Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled the side of her neck, just below her earlobe the way she liked. She seemed to respond for a moment, but quickly her body became rigid against mine and she stepped out of my embrace.

  When she turned to face me, tears lined her green eyes. “Xander. I think we need to talk.”

  Wha- What the fuck? Need to talk? Now… On prom night?

  My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

  “Please. Just… Listen. Okay.” Taking my hand she led me over to the bed and sat down, patting the bed beside her. “Please.”

  Feeling numb inside, I sat. “What do you mean we need to talk?”

  She inhaled deeply, wringing her hands nervously on her lap. “I haven’t known how to tell you this, but I know that I have to tell you this now.”

  “What now?” Anger began to simmer within me. Why in the fuck was she beating around the bush? How long had she had this thing to tell me, pretending everything was okay?

  “Well, we’ve had plans to attend the same college all through high school and you’ve gotten into your school. It’s awesome. You’ve got a full scholarship and the whole nine. I’m so proud of you.”

  “Okay. What’s the problem?”

  She released a loud huff of air. “Well, I got accepted to a photography school in New York.”

  “But you’re going to school here in California… With me. It’s already been done. It’s already been set. You got your acceptance.”

  “I was on the waitlist for New York. I didn’t want to tell you because it was such a longshot, but I got in at the last second.”

  My mind whirled with the information. There were so many questions that needed to be asked. She’d just hit me with a torpedo. “So… We’re going to do the long-distance thing then?”

  A single tear escaped her eye, making its way down her cheek. “Xander… You know I love you, but…”

  “But what!” Leaping to my feet, I spun to look down at her. “But what Ellie? I love you and you love me. So we make it work.”

  “For four years?”

  “For as long as it takes!” Raking a hand through my hair, I began to pace. Back and forth from one end of the room to the other, trying to process this surprising turn of events. We had it all planned. I was going to fucking propose on the last day of college. This couldn’t be happening. We would have the house, picket fence, dog and two children. That was how our story was supposed to end up.

  “We’re going to be across the country from each other, Xander. We need to be practical.”

  I stopped pacing to face her again, doing everything in my power to keep my pain and anger in check. Of all nights to spring this on me. “So what are you saying, Ellie?”

  I knew what she was saying, but I wanted to hear it say it. Needed to hear her say it.

  She look
ed down at the floor, beginning to softly tremble. “I think it would be for the best, for both of us if we went our separate ways. We’ve been together all through high school. I think we need to get out and experience other people. We’re kidding ourselves if we think that it’ll work long-distance for four years.”

  “Then I’ll try to get into a New York school.”

  “You know it’s too late and you’ve got a scholarship. You can’t throw that away for me.”

  “But I want to.”

  “I won’t let you, Xander.” She looked up and I could see the determination in her eyes. She had her mind made up; she’d had it made up for some time. Slowly, she stood and her eyes surveyed the room. “This is so beautiful. I’m so sorry. I felt I needed to tell you before…”

  “Before you had sex with someone you don’t want to be with?” I supplied, as the anger I tried to suppress came to the surface.

  “I just don’t want us making a mistake. I just wanted to be honest.” She looked back at me, her green eyes pleading for me to understand, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

  “I think you should leave Ellie.”

  “But…” She motioned to the bed. “We can still finish off the night. Maybe not have sex, but this doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

  As if on cue, soft moaning sounds along with the rapid thumping of a headboard against the wall commenced in the room adjacent to us – Keith’s room.

  My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. It was like salt being thrown onto the wound. The need to grab something and throw it was becoming unbearable. It took everything I had in me to keep my emotions under control.

  “Leave Ellie. Leave now.” When she didn’t respond, I cursed under my breath and stormed past her. “Never mind, I’ll leave. Happy fucking graduation.” The nastiness in my voice was so strong that it even made me grimace as I opened the door, slamming it closed behind me with such force that the picture mounted on the wall next to the door in the hallway rattled.