Desired (Wanted 6)

One more glance over to her lying in the bed, and I shook my head.

What in the hell is wrong with me?

I swallowed hard as I stared at the girl I’d met last night at Fado’s. The need to feel some sort of connection was hanging over me like a damn cloud. But I felt nothing besides regret.

Same shit, different day.

I was sick of waking up in a different bed with a different girl’s arms and legs wrapped around me. The need to find someone who sparked something deep inside me was growing stronger. All I wanted was to find the one girl who made me feel different. The one that when she smiled at me, my breath caught in my chest. Yet every single time I met someone, I felt nothing. The only thing I knew to do was replace the emptiness with sex.

Damn idiot!

Grabbing my keys and wallet, I headed out of her bedroom as quick as I could. The faster I got out of there, the faster I could put the night behind me.

I pulled up and parked in front of Gunner’s and Jeff’s house. When I got out of the truck and rounded the front, Jeff was running up the sidewalk. He stopped and took one look at me. “Hell, I know that look.”

Nodding, I replied, “I need a beer.”

“By the look on your face, I’d say you needed at least ten, but you do know it’s only nine in the morning?”

I groaned.

“What happened?” he asked while we made our way up the steps and through the front door.

“Just woke up in another stranger’s bed this morning.”

Jeff slid a coffee over in my direction but not before pouring a little bit of whiskey in it first. “Dude, don’t you get tired of that shit?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s fun; don’t get me wrong. I love sex, but it would be nice to find someone who makes me want to get to know her rather than her pussy.”

He laughed. “Spoken like a true manwhore.”

“I smell coffee.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I shot Gunner a grin. “You look like shit.”

He grunted and poured himself a cup of coffee. “I drank too much, then had weird dreams all night.”

“What about?” Jeff asked.

Gunner paused for a moment as if remembering the dream. Then he shrugged. “Stupid shit.” He took a good look at me and shot me a grin. “What happened? She not into you last night?”

I chuckled. “Oh, trust me, she was into me. She finally passed out around four this morning.”

“Our boy here is getting tired of his ways,” Jeff offered.

Lifting a brow, Gunner took a drink of his coffee. “No kidding? You finally going to hang up the hat you’ve worn proudly the last few years?”

My hands flew up. “Hey now, I’m not saying I want to give up sex; I like it too damn much. All I’m saying is that I wish I could meet someone who made me want to change. Does that make sense?”

They both nodded and replied, “Yeah.”

The three of us sat there in silence for a few minutes before Gunner finally spoke. “I know what we could do—head to the ranch. Get some of the built-up energy out by helping out Gramps.”

Jeff and I both smiled.

With a smile of my own, I replied, “Hell yeah, I’m down for that.”

“I have a class this afternoon; other than that, I don’t have anything until Monday,” I added.