Call You Mine (Servite Academy)

Chapter Fifteen

DAMON

“ W hat’s the bar called again?” Wynter calls out from inside the guest bathroom where she’s been for over two hours, getting ready for Jade and Bass’s grand opening tonight. Meanwhile, I’ve been pacing around my bedroom, unable to get any work done just thinking about being near her.

Her eyes lit up the moment I told her Jade invited me and I was taking her as my date. The idea shouldn’t excite me as much as it does, but it’s a proven fact I never think clearly where she’s concerned. Especially after what happened last night.

I said I wouldn’t go there again, but fuck if she isn’t making it hard.

Pun intended.

This game we’re playing is fucking dangerous, but hell if it doesn’t entice me. I’ve been known to crave danger and this game of cat and mouse we’ve played, has become my favorite pastime. However, I’m afraid I’m the one who's going to get caught. Caught in another web of her lies and ambitions. Caught in the high of being around her only to come down tumbling when she once again leaves.

Because mark my words, she will leave. She may have come here running from something or someone, but I’ll make no mistake in believing she’s here to stay. A woman like Wynter isn’t meant to be kept. Not in a gilded cage, not even in a luxurious palace like the one she was raised in. Wynter Servite is a free spirit. A force to be reckoned with. A woman who cannot be nor should try to be tamed.

I walk over to the open door of the bathroom and lean against the frame, folding the sleeves of my dress shirt up to my forearms. “The Silver Wolf,” I mutter, losing my train of thought the moment I catch sight of her standing in front of the mirror.

Fuck me .

It continues to amaze me how every time I’m still blown away by her indescribable beauty.

Wynter is a fucking wet dream that keeps on giving, each time even better than the last. Her slender frame, trim waist, and perfect ass are killing me in her pair of low-rise jeans and the silver rhinestone top that shows her midriff and is open on her back. She leans forward, swiping a pale pink colored lipstick along her pouty lips, and my dick throbs the moment I catch sight of the torn fabric under her ass.

What is it with clothes nowadays looking more like random strips of fabric sewn together rather than clothing?

The funny thing is, this specific pair of jeans was probably worth hundreds of dollars.

A low chuckle leaves her as she smacks her lips together, rubbing in the glossy lipstick. “How original of them,” she mocks, but I know it’s not meant with any sort of malice. Wyn’s not wrong. Bass and Jade combining their last names, Silver and Wolfe, together is pretty basic, but I guess it makes sense, sort of.

When I don’t respond, Wynter looks up, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. Her smile instantly falls, taking in the scowl upon mine. “Is this not okay?” she asks, pointing down at her outfit before turning to face me.

She nervously twirls a strand of blond hair between her fingers as my eyes continue to take in her appearance. From the top of her head, to the dark shadow encasing her frosty blue eyes, to the sparkly fuck me heels on her feet. It’s like this incredibly sexy woman was carved from every one of my dirtiest fantasies.

Created just for me to obsess over. To test my restraint and punish me for every wrong I’ve ever done. I’m the only one punishing myself by refusing to make her completely mine.

I don’t reply, unable to think straight and altogether forget what she’s asked.

“Shit, you’re right. It’s a bar. What was I thinking?” she mutters more to herself than to me, reaching behind her back to unbuckle her top. My cock strains in my jeans when I realize she’s not wearing a fucking bra underneath and her tits are about to be on full display in less than two seconds.

She must not realize what she’s about to do or she's once again purposefully trying to taunt me. Either way, I need to stop her if I plan on keeping my last strand of self-control.

After all, I was the one who turned down her outrageous proposal last night. It took everything in me to walk away after making her come with my mouth and fingers. Especially as she stood there in the hottest piece of lingerie I’d ever set my eyes on. The first time she sent me a photo wearing it, I nearly lost my shit and claimed her there and then.

The photos kept coming for an entire week. Wynter was posing in various positions. In some she wore more clothes and in others, she posed in a way to hide if she was wearing anything. They were professionally done, some sort of boudoir shoot. I nearly got a coronary from just thinking of some asshole taking the photos of her. But I looked up the closest place in town and luckily it was a woman-owned business.

The following week, I found them around every inch of the house. By the coffee pot, on the fridge, in the gym, in my drawers, even taped onto my bathroom mirror. She was everywhere. Walking around in the sexiest little nightgowns, I had to lock myself in my bedroom every night to keep myself from going after her.

But the little minx outdid herself this time. Ten large frames hung along every inch of my bedroom walls. She lay there on my bed, looking equally delicious, and when I didn’t make a move, she touched herself. Her fingers disappeared underneath her thong and when they went inside her, I nearly lost it. I had to hold back. My craving for her was more than just a need—it was the only way I could survive.

Seeing her there, lying in my bedroom, in the middle of my bed, in the sexy ass piece of lingerie that had been taunting me in her photos, was almost too hard to resist. But I held onto my restraint.

At first I was mesmerized, watching the way she slowly played with herself, teasing and testing the waters. She was so eager, begging me to ease the ache building up inside of her.

Though the look in her eyes as I rejected her was heartbreaking. She ran out of the room in tears, but didn’t make it far before I carried her back to me and held her against my chest to hold her against me until she fell asleep. But that’s not what happened.

I fought hard to not give into temptation, though it wasn’t until she lay in my arms and begged me to touch her, the painful plea in her eyes, I couldn’t refuse to give her at least a semblance of relief.

Pulling her thong to the side, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, and when I felt the little nub of metal, I lost all resolve. I pounced on her like a wild animal, a savage, possessive beast ready to claim what belonged to me. And I realized every one of her orgasms belonged to me.

After making her come, I snapped out of the lust infused spell she’d put me under like some sort of beguiling witch. It nearly broke me to walk away from her after what I’d just done, but the pained look in her eyes, the tears which streamed down her cheeks only assured me it was the right thing to do. We can’t go there, not when there’s so much uncertainty between us. I hurt her by walking away, but I know staying would have ruined her.

I will ruin her if she allows me, and if she were to, I know I’d be too selfish to say no.

But to say I haven’t had the urge to break my resolve again, staring at every single photo for far too long with her just a room away would be a damn lie. She’s all I think about, all I can see when I close my eyes.

I knew she couldn’t help herself. She’s grown to enjoy playing these games with me—games I used to enjoy but can’t afford to play anymore. Not when what I feel for her obviously means so much more to me than it does to her.

If it did, she would be honest with me.

“Don’t,” I groan, stepping behind her and holding the top in place. Though I obviously didn’t think this through because the moment my fingers touch the silky, smooth skin of her bare shoulders, a rush of heat burns through me like a rampant wildfire.

“I thought…” Wynter stills when my cool touch meets her heated flesh, trailing up her back underneath the top as I fasten it back in place. “It’s fine, Princess,” I mutter into the crook of her neck, placing a soft kiss against it. “Anything you wear looks fucking perfect.”

My voice comes out huskier than I’d planned but I can’t mask the carnal desire she brings out in me. That’s what this woman does to me. She throws me completely off my game and I can’t decide if I hate it or love it.

“Damon,” she moans, pressing her ass into me as her back arches. Our gazes once again meet through the mirror, desire shining bright in her eyes and I almost lose it when her tongue comes out to wet her lips.

Fuck me this woman is trying to kill me and if I don’t get us out of this bathroom, she’s going to succeed because there’s nothing more I want to do then lift her ass onto the counter and spread her legs.

“We should go,” I say, stepping away from her.

Running a hand over my beard I look away afraid of what I’ll do if I look at her. This is exactly what I was afraid of.

I knew from the moment she came to me begging for my help I should have turned her away. I tried to keep my distance from the start and for good reason. We’re complete opposites. Despite having some things in common we were from different worlds and had no business being friends. Especially nothing more than that. Nothing about the two of us being together makes sense. Her brother is married to my ex for fucks sake, and I can barely stomach being in the same room as him. Especially after our last altercation.

Even if this is all fake, something deep inside of me feels like we’re just putting off the inevitable.

We take ten minutes to arrive at The Silver Wolf, an urban style bar featuring live music, handcrafted cocktails, local brews, and an exquisite bar menu. Tonight’s the grand opening, after the soft opening which occurred last week that I unfortunately couldn’t make it to.

Wyn and I walk toward the front door and past the crowd of people waiting in line to get in. The Silver Wolf is buzzing with eager patrons, a live band already lighting up the atmosphere.

“Wow, there’s no parking, and the line wraps around the block. Who knew Sebastian was such an entrepreneur,” she shouts, trying to speak over the loud music as we approach the bouncer at the front of the line.

I lean in to give the bouncer our names and he doesn’t even bother looking down on the guests list in his hands.

“Ms. Servite, Mr. Drake, welcome to The Silver Wolf,” he says, unbuckling the gold rope and letting us through.

I place a hand on the small of her back, trying my hardest not to touch her skin showing above the waist of her jeans as I lead her inside. I could barely stop my hands from traveling further down earlier and I don’t trust I’ll have the same restraint again.

“This place is insane!” she shouts over the music, a bright smile kissing her lips. She’s definitely right.

There’s a large crowd, yet the place doesn’t feel suffocating and cramped like the usual bars I frequent. Booths arranged throughout the entire exterior of the rectangular shaped room, a long L-shaped bar in the center, and toward one corner is a small stage where a band of three guys is currently playing.

There’s a second level, the VIP section which is currently vacant and guarded by two men in front of another golden rope.

I lean in toward her, speaking loudly so she can hear me over the noise. “Jade’s always wanted to own her own bar, and well we’ve all seen what she wants Bass gives her. The man’s fucking obsessed.” Wynter laughs, something I haven’t seen her do since she arrived at my doorstep, and God damn it’s unnerving. Her smile gleams, lighting up the entire room and I want nothing more than to do it again. “I used to joke with her and blame her drinking habit on her career of choice.”

“Stop that’s fucked up,” she squeals, slapping my shoulder playfully. “Bass had a drinking problem of his own and now look at them.” She laughs, shaking her head at the irony. “If only we all gave into our vices, the world would be a better place and we’d all be better for it.” Looking over her shoulder at me she shrugs, winks, and struts off toward the bar leaving me there with a fucking hard on and stupefied look on my face.

Did she just?

I run a hand over my jaw in desperation and in the next second I’m chasing after her. This fucking woman.

Though I don’t get far.

“Drake!” Jade shouts over the patrons in front of us as she spots us walking toward her. She’s standing behind the bar dressed in a white mini dress which fits her perfectly. She’s added more ink to her skin in the years since she had her twins and totally looks like some sexy bartender who can take down any drunk patron trying to get a little handsy with the chick serving them drinks.

We both head over to where she stands, Wynter taking a seat in one of the bar stools while I lean over the counter and place a kiss on Jade’s cheek. “Fuck Jade, this place is awesome,” I shout, congratulating her.

Jade smiles wide and I can tell this is everything she’s ever wanted. Well, other than her husband and the two beautiful babies he gave her. Like I said, there isn’t anything Bass wouldn’t do for her.

“I know, isn't it incredible?” Jade says, “And the crowd that’s come out, I never expected this many people.”

“It really is amazing,” Wyn adds, and for a moment it looks like Jade doesn’t quite know how to react to her presence. I’d RSVP’d for two and assumed after the wedding a few weeks ago, she’d figure I would bring Wynter with me. Jade was the one who texted me saying to pass along the invite to her.

Though she probably didn’t think we’d still be a thing this long. I’m sure none of them did.

I know Wynter was never the one to cause drama with Jade and Scar, but she also never tried to befriend them or stand up to her bitchy best friends when they’d talk shit to them. I guess it just seems like foreign territory for Jade to have Wyn acting, nice.

“Thanks,” Jade says with a smile, and just like that it’s water under the bridge. Wyn’s smile widens too and I look back and forth between them unsure of what’s happening before me.

“Did you two just become friends?” I ask out loud, but it stayed in my head.

They both look at me with annoyed expressions. “Oh, relax Drake. Of course I’m going to befriend your new girlfriend. You’re practically my brother, besides it’s not like we’re in high school anymore. We’re all adults here, right Wyn?” Jade asks, calling her by her nickname.

“Right Jade,” Wyn agrees, and my jaw drops open in shock but not because of their sudden friendship pact but because of what Jade called her.

Girlfriend, there’s that word again. My girlfriend.

And with how Wynter’s eyes gaze into mine, it’s getting a little harder to remember it’s all pretend.

“I can’t believe you ran naked through the gym during your high school pep rally!” Wyn shrieks, downing another shot of tequila like it’s fucking water. We’ve been at it for four hours and the bar’s almost cleared out leaving just a few of us behind as they prepare to close.

Jade pours Wyn another shot and slides it across the counter toward her, her eyes gleaming with suspicion. Is Jade trying to get her hammered? On purpose?

I have to admit I’ve met no one like Jade so I wouldn’t put it past her. The chick could drink me under the table any day and be up bright and early the next morning like it’s not a fucking big deal. I haven’t been around Wynter as much while she’s been drunk other than the time we were so fucking wasted we slept together and the night at the wedding where she was definitely not acting herself, though she sobered up really quick after the conversation we had.

But as I watch Jade and the rest of my friends stare at Wynter as she wraps her thin fingers around the glass, it all seems a little intentional. Other than Ace, who’s currently scowling at me from across the bar, no one here knows anything about who the infamous Ice Princess really is. Hell, sometimes I don’t even think I truly know the woman she’s become.

“Yup,” Jade says. “And you should have seen Principal Marshall’s face. Her mouth was literally hanging open. I swear I saw like two flies swarm in as she stared at Drake’s naked ass rushing past her.”

The incident Jade is describing was our Junior year at Pleasant Hills High and I’ll admit not my best work. Our school football team was a fucking joke but the cheer squad was even worse. I swear half of the chicks were pregnant or had recently given birth, while the others wore outfits so revealing it felt like you were watching a show from the local strip joint.

I’d lost a bet with Kai and Jax, don’t even remember what it was, and they dared me to run buck naked through the school gym during the Homecoming game pep rally. They’d suspended me for three days because of the incident but my legacy lived on and that’s all that really mattered.

“She must have been mortified,” Wyn says, before turning to look my way. She picks up the shot glass and brings it to her lips. “Then again, it’s a pretty fine ass,” she says with a wink as she tilts the shot glass slightly in a salut before shooting it back.

Jade almost spits out her drink while the rest of my friends laugh out loud surprised by Wynter’s comment. All except Ace who grunts before downing his own shot and slamming his glass down on the bar in front of Jade demanding another.

Wyn’s cheeks flush and the wanton look in her eyes as she watches me, searching for my reaction makes it almost impossible not to reach for her and throw her over my lap.

Not sure whose idea it was to play Two Truths and a Lie drinking game, but right about now I want to shove my fist up their ass for putting me through this fucking torture.

“Okay your turn,” Scar says, scooting closer to her sister-in-law. Behind her Ace groans again, glaring daggers at me as I reach for Wyn’s bar stool and pull it slightly closer to mine. I give him a little fuck you to wink and the asshole flips me off but doesn’t say a damn word.

That is as comfortable as shit is going to get between us.

Wyn wiggles closer to me, turning her attention to Scar and giving me the perfect view of her thong peeking above the waist of her jeans as she leans forward. I shift on the stool and try to adjust myself with no one noticing how fucking hard I am.

“Three statements,” Scar says, needing to once again explain the rules. “We’ll all decide which two are true and which is a lie. If we get it wrong, we drink. If we get it right, you do.”

“Okay,” Wyn agrees, placing her thumb on her chin like she’s contemplating her answers. It’s fucking adorable and I want to reach out and turn her chin toward me to place a kiss against her lips.

Where the fuck did that come from?

“Got it. One,” she says, “When I was sixteen I got caught shoplifting a pair of three-hundred-dollar sunnies from Saks. Two, I once walked out naked from a Swedish massage because I swear to God the woman tried to cop a feel. Three,” she looks back over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine as she speaks. “I haven’t had sex in over three years.”

I grit my teeth at the last one, unable to think straight after her admission. Hell, just hearing the word sex leave her lips again makes my breathing falter.

That one has to be a lie. There’s no fucking way she hasn’t had sex since…

No, she can’t possibly mean since we…

Wynter smirks when she notices the wheels in my head turning a million miles per second trying to make sense of what she’s said, but then she turns back to face the group without saying another word.

“No way you got caught shoplifting. I would have definitely heard about that,” Ace says, a little too sure of his answer.

Wyn simply shakes her head. “Drink up,” she murmurs, “Daddy Warren paid triple to make sure there were no loose lips.”

The group laughs, all except Ace who nods in understanding.

“Then it has to be the walking out of the massage,” Scar says, slightly unsure of her answer.

Wynter doesn’t immediately agree nor deny Scar’s answer, and I swear I hear someone gasp only I’m not sure who it is. “You only get one guess,” Wyn says, sliding her shot glass back toward Jade asking her to top it off. “So, who’s next?”

There’s just no fucking way.