Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,11

never even tried to discover what turned her on. Just jumped on, pounded away for a minute or two, shot his load, and promptly fell asleep. He’d never once made her come. She’d been so young, so inexperienced, she’d never thought to talk to him about what pleased her. Not that it would have made a difference. He didn’t care. Never had.

“Fuck you, Chad. You missed out. But Mike and Seth won’t.”

More determined than ever to make this weekend work, she finally let the stress drain away. She was entitled to a little fun. No, she was entitled to a hell of a lot of fun. There were years of sexual neglect to make up for, and starting this weekend, it was her turn to party.

She turned out the bathroom light and climbed into bed, closed her eyes, and promptly passed out.

four

“I’m going to throw up.”

Blair glared at Abby. “You are not. I just did your makeup, and you’re about to slip on this sinful dress. If you puke on it, I’m going to slap you.”

Abby choked out a laugh. “Okay, now that was funny.” God, she needed that. Leave it to Blair to snap her out of her terror.

“You look beautiful,” Callie said, picking up the dress they’d helped her shop for. “You’re going to have those guys as hard as rocks the minute you walk through the door.”

“Oh, God.” Her stomach flipped, and she cast a look of desperation at her friends. “Can I really do this?”

“Course you can. You’re hot stuff, babe,” Blair said. “Now get into this dress, and let’s see how you look.”

She slipped off the robe, catching a glimpse of herself in the doorway mirror as she did. Lord. The lingerie alone made her pussy wet. A wisp of black silk thong, garter and stockings, a matching black bra that was designed only to thrust her breasts upward but didn’t cover them at all. Her nipples pebbled to hard little points.

The spandex dress was black, tight, and it molded to her body like liquid pouring over her. Callie zipped her up. She couldn’t breathe, but she knew it was nerves, not the clothes.

“We should go into business doing this,” Blair said, offering up a smug smile.

“I agree,” Callie replied. “Look, Abby.”

Abby turned and faced the mirror. Clearly, her friends were geniuses. Callie had pulled her hair back and up, leaving pieces falling over her neck and against her cheek. Kind of a messy, incredibly seductive look. Blair had done her makeup in a smoky, sultry way that wasn’t at all overdone but definitely brought out her eyes. They sparkled like sapphires.

The dress hugged her breasts, the bra doing the trick of pushing them nearly over the top of the bodice, which held onto them securely enough she didn’t feel like they’d pop out. Tiny little straps of rhinestones were for show alone, since the bodice was snug enough to hold the dress in place. The waist crisscrossed and then flared out at the hips, the fabric swishing around her as she twirled from side to side.

She felt alluring as hell. Looked it, too. And she was never one to dress up or feel seductive. But she did tonight.

“Thank you. You are both incredible.”

“We know,” Blair quipped with a wink. “Now, we’d better get dressed. You go find earrings. Oh, and one bracelet. No more. And those shoes that make your legs look a mile long. I’m jealous as hell and wish I was taller. I’m going to have to wear stilettos tonight just to compete.”

Abby laughed and went to her jewelry box after Blair and Callie left to get dressed.

This was like high school again, all of them gathered together to get dressed before a dance. Only this was her house, and they were long past high school, though it was a big night.

She was just glad they’d both agreed to go with her. Of course when she’d told them that Mike and Seth had invited them, too, Blair said she wouldn’t miss this night for all the money in Bill Gates’s bank account. And Callie was giddy with excitement.

Abby still wanted to throw up.

“Maybe I read the whole conversation wrong,” she said to Blair and Callie in the car a little while later. “It’s possible they just wanted to throw this shindig because they’re nice and wanted to congratulate me. They probably aren’t even interested in me . . . that way.”

Blair turned around in her seat and arched a brow. “You’re kidding