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his sorrows in sex. Wasn’t his thing. If he was in a better mood by night’s end, though…perhaps. He held her arms tight against his chest and she leaned in to his ear.
    “Hey, gorgeous.”
    “Hey! I’m about to leave, though. Come with?” she said, before her lips settled on his neck. He started to speak, but his ears perked up at the sound of familiar laughter, the kind that made him smile.
    Hers.
    Lana. It seemed to rise up over all the noise in the place.
                  “Hey, excuse me a sec, Ki.” Wes jumped to his feet. “Get her anything she wants, Sues. I’m paying for that one, though. Be right back.” Wes strode into one of the poolrooms and spotted Lana prepping a shot at a table surrounded by guys. Finally, he was getting a peek at the sculpted legs he had fantasized about, which were on display below a tiny denim mini skirt, as she leaned and drove the pool cue forward. She definitely looked even less like a biker chick right now. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a tight, pink V-neck top with her skirt, and sandals. The guys around her erupted into laughter when the cue scraped the table’s surface and the ball took an inconsequential roll forward.
                  “Lan…easiest shot in the world,” one of the guys teased, tossing his pool cue back and forth between his hands.
                  “Can’t concentrate with you guys staring at me like that , Rick,” she explained.
    Wes yanked his gaze away from Lana to study the guy, Mr. Pool Stick, when she walked over to him and swatted at his chest. Fuckin’ Rick. He frowned, even growled a little, and tried to ignore whatever was tightening up his stomach at the moment. It was a sense of competition, he quickly determined, and he wouldn't be able to control it much longer. He sized up Rick as he and Lana laughed in their private conversation. Eh. The guy was all right in the looks department, but no Wesley Elliott.
                  “Lana,” Wes said. He spoke louder than he needed to, even with the present noise level, just so he could capture every eye in the place. He was such a slut for attention, and he accepted this. She turned and he prepared for his heart to simply stop functioning as her mouth gradually slid into a smile. Goddamn, she was so fucking beautiful.
    He gestured at her with the tilt of his head, signaling for her to come over. It was a blatant display of machismo, but Wes wanted every other man to know he was there for her . Yeah, fuck you, Rick, he thought when she abandoned that conversation and strolled over to him instead. 
    “Tuesday already?” she asked playfully as she pulled him into a hug. Her body seemed to sink into his, fit it even, her soft areas pressing into his hard ones. She couldn’t feel the hardest part of him, though. Thankfully...or maybe…yet , he thought.
    “It can be,” Wes said in a casual tone as he looked over her shoulder, and once he and the disgruntled Rick made eye contact, Wes eased his lips into a taunting smile, a suggestion that Rick accept the grief of continuing the pool game without her.
    “Good. Come with me. Now.” Her tone wasn’t wholly demanding, but it wasn’t a request either; it simply rendered every other option less valuable in his mind. Her assertiveness in the moment, as fleeting as it was, though, turned him on, sending flashes of heat across his skin. Wes loved a woman who knew and did exactly what she wanted. And if that was him at some point tonight, and he was back to being a ray of sunshine, he’d give her whatever she asked for.
    He flashed a triumphant parting look back at Rick once more, just to make sure his point stuck, as she led him away. Lana cut through the bar and went straight for the exit, and they walked until they were at a darkened restaurant storefront with a taco truck parked at the curb. There might have been more people in line than actually in Vices. When they finally