A/N: Caution: Strong Sexual Content…

When Dave and I got back to our hotel room I climbed all over him. I was as ferocious as a cat in heat. If he wants me, to hell with it, he'll get me.

"Layla, what's the matter with you?" He asked me.

"There's nothing the matter with me," I grinned seductively, "At least nothing you can't fix."

"Layla," he flipped over and pinned me to the bed, "what the hell is your problem?"

I tilted my hips up toward him, grinding my hips into him, "I don't have a problem," I licked my lips, "Actually I do have a small one, you're still dressed."

"Layla, are you drunk?"

"You were with me all night Dave," I wrapped my legs around his waist, "I'm perfectly sober."

Dave looked at me as if I was growing antlers. "I think it's best, just for tonight that I sleep somewhere else, like in one of the boy's room." He climbed off me.

I shrugged, "Whatever. You know I find it weird, you can dish it but you can't take it."

"Take what Layla?" Dave asked.

"Never mind," I shrugged again. I kicked off my shoes, "See you tomorrow."

"Layla," he stood by the door, "Tell me why you're acting like this,"

"No act Dave," I told him, "Look I'm not going to sit here and beg you if you don't want to share this room, you're a big boy, you know you can go sleep with one of the other boys."

Dave leaned against the wall staring at me. I stared back. I could see the hurt and confusion floating through those hazel eyes.

"Layla you've been acting weird for the last few days. Talk to me."

I shrugged the events of the other night coursing through me strongly. Like I said, I looked up to Dave, admired his family. When it came to acquiring a consort Dave was my dream so to have him come on to me in nothing but a drunken stupor, to have it mean nothing to him, it hurt. I had never been in love, never, I went to great lengths to make sure out of all of the members of Evolution he was the most comfortable and he was blossoming the way he was supposed to. Did that mean nothing to him? I guess not.

"About what? There's not much to say?" I shrugged, "I wasn't aware that I was acting strange, I'll check my attitude," I said in a very crisp, business like manner.

Dave sighed heavily, shaking his head, "I'm going to send someone in here for you to talk to. Maybe you'll talk to them about whatever's bothering you."

I shrugged again, "I don't know what you're talking about Dave,"

Dave pinched the bridge of his nose, "Okay Layla, I give up."

Thought you might, I thought to myself. I watched my first love walked out of my door and fell on my bed in a heap of tears. For the second time in a few nights I was losing my mind without realizing why.

-

I must of fallen off to sleep because the next thing I know there was a soft knocking at my door, "Come in."

Rey poked his head in the door, "Chica,"

"Yeah?" I asked. I probably looked like hell, eyes swollen, with hair a mess. This isn't the Layla people were used to seeing. I don't think anyone has ever seen me with as much as a hair out of place.

"Dave said you weren't feeling well." He came in and sat on the bed next to me. "You don't look so hot chica."

"I don't feel so hot Rey," I told him.

"Anything I can do?" he asked.

"Not unless you can help me repair the heart that's been ripped out of my chest." I told him without meaning to. Now I know I'm losing it, but Rey just has that air about him. Makes you want to tell him anything.

"Oh, Layla, my chica." He hugged me, "I didn't know you were dating anyone. No wonder you've been spaced out lately. You poor baby."

"I'll be okay," I smiled for him. "I just didn't expect it to be like this."

"Well I'll tell you what," Rey said matter-of-factly, "if some asshole wants to hurt you like this, he never loved you, never wanted to be with you and doesn't deserve you."

I sniffled. That's just it; it's I that doesn't deserve him. "It's a little more complicated than that Rey,"

"How complicated is complicated?"

"Complicated," I told him. Then I proceeded to tell him the whole story, omitting names of course, but he got the gist. Without me knowing it, he had already spoken to Dave and had a pretty good idea he was who I was talking about.

"You're right chica, this does sound complicated."

I shrugged, "I'll be okay."

He put his hand on my shoulder, "Chica, the best thing I can tell you is you need to get this off your chest with someone other than me. You should tell him."

"I can't do that Rey, the man has a family," I felt a new wave of sickness come over me as I thought about Dave's wife, "he's bound to get back with her."

Now Rey really knew who I was talking about, he smiled at me. "I got a feeling if you fell for him Chica; he isn't that bad of a guy." He walked toward the door.

Well that's the truth, he was a beautiful man, I couldn't deny that nor would I try.

"Yeah I guess," I felt sick, "I'm kind of rooting for his wife."

Rey looked at me, he knew damn well Dave wasn't going back to Angie but he wasn't going to tell me that.

"Chica, you're so cute when you're full of it," he said and walked out of the door.

I wanted to cry again but I wouldn't do that, to hell if I would do that. I needed to release this negative energy and I knew just how to do it.

I jumped into the bathtub with scented bubbles, Bath and Body Work's Pomegranate Daiquiri. I pinned my hair off of my neck and slipped on my short silk kimono. If a man could resist this he was gay. I went to my target's door and knocked. He answered and I looked him square in those pretty eyes. "Feel like some company big boy?"

"Sure," he said and opened the door to permit me entrance.

As I looked at those thick arms sticking out of the side of that jersey all I could think was…Dave who?

-

"Would you like a beer?" John asked me, he was sipping on a Heineken.

"Nope," I told him, "you've got everything I want," I said and with that loosened the ties on my kimono to reveal my thong clad body.

John choked on his beer, "Holy shit girl," he started to look around the room like he expected someone to come hurling through the door. "What about--,"

I put my finger to his lips, "Shh," I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, "it's just me."

I pulled the jersey over his head, letting my hands roam all over his chest, God but the man had a body that was chiseled from stone. "Layla,"

"John," I whispered in his ear, "just relax and enjoy me."

He swigged the last of his beer and put the bottle down, "okay," he pulled my robe off my shoulders, rubbing his big hands over my breasts, I moaned softly, shit, a girl could get used to this sort of treatment. He looked into my eyes and took my nipple into his mouth. Shit! He rubbed the opposite one between his thumb and forefinger before switching and giving each breast equal attention. I got so wet between my thighs I thought I would burst. I gyrated my hips down on his crotch, before thinking, hold I'm supposed to be in control of this.

I got off his lap, pushing him down so that he was lying flat on his back. Placing butterfly kisses all down his abdomen I worked on the buckle to his jeans, once I got them down to his knees next went the boxers.

HOLY SHIT!!!!

The boy was hung like a damn bear! I couldn't wait to get a hold of that! First I rubbed it in my hands, I needed to feel all the places I could get with my tongue, then I kissed the head, letting my tongue roll all around it before I sucked him into my mouth inch by wonderful beautiful inch. I would be lying if I didn't say that I was in some sort of heaven, but then again so was he. He was moaning and writhing as I deep throated him with ease.

"Shit Layla, damn," he said as he climaxed into my mouth, I didn't spill a single drop. "Damn girl,"

I licked my lips, "You haven't seen anything yet." I climbed back on top of him.

"Wait up baby girl," he said flipping me onto my back, he looked at me with those sinister blue eyes, "My turn."

Well shit, your turn away brother.

He pulled my panties down to my ankles first, placing butterfly kisses on the insides of my thighs, he rubbed my clit, slowly, softly, manipulating it until I was damn near off the bed with wanting him. "John,"

"Slow down baby girl," he whispered, then he pushed his tongue inside me, still fingering my clit with his hand.

Holy damn did that feel good, I was almost trying to writhe away from, he held my thighs steady and continued to pleasure me, "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm going to cum,"

"Do it baby girl," he increased the speed on my clit and then without me realizing it, he entered me as my orgasm hit. My muscled pulled at him, suckled him, and sheathed him to all perfection. His strokes were slow and easy, but dominant. I wanted to eat him alive.

"Look at me," he said as I came again, "I said look," he said holding my face to him.

I saw something I never thought I'd see, he cared. This wasn't fucking, but it wasn't love either. He did this with care, he knew my body was craving this.

"Yeah, I know," he said softly, "I know."

I bucked my hips, holding him in place with my thighs and muscles. I felt another orgasm wash over me, shit!

"That's it, cum for me." he said.

And I did. Not to long after, so did he. As we came down from our highs he held me close to me, talking into my hair

"Look Layla, I'm not a man-whore,"

"I know that John,"

"Good," he said, "And I really like you."

Hell after tonight I really like you too.

"Me too John,"

"Good, so you wouldn't mind say, hanging out sometime, just me and you."

I thought about it, that wasn't such a bad idea.

"Yeah,"

Just then we heard Dave screaming, "Where the hell is she? I'll break the neck of whoever has their nasty filthy hands on my kitten."

I groaned inwardly, now this will go over real well.