I turned off the water and headed to the kitchen.

Coffee. I need coffee.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"I'm about to walk into Starbucks. Why?"

I smiled as an idea came to my head. "Are you outside of it? You haven't gone in yet, have you?"

"Nope, but I'm about to."

I giggled. "Okay, I'm calling in my bet now. Walk into the Starbucks. Go up to the first cute guy you see, take out your phone and tell him your friend has dared you to ask a stranger to dance."

Silence.

I'd always wanted to do something like that, but I'd never had the nerve.

"You want me to do what?"

I finished pouring the water into my coffee maker as I smiled and sat down at the bar. "You heard me, Zoey Jones. Now do it. I'll expect a full report."

She let out a sigh. "Come on, Maddie. That is something your bubbly little ass would do."

I laughed. "Listen, you and Monica made me push Cale out of my head last night by having a random orgasm with some stranger. It's payback time, bitch."

"Fine. I see a very handsome guy sitting down inside. Maybe I'll at least get a one-night stand out of this thing. I'll call back later."

She hung up and I chuckled. No way in hell she'd do it. She was too shy. Besides, she would never be able to date just one guy for a month. I had this bet in the bag.

I SAT IN Starbucks as I read the text from my mother. She was insisting that I join her and my father for some cousin's wedding next weekend. I let out the breath I'd been holding and tried to figure out which of my friends' sisters I could bribe to pretend we were dating, and then take to the wedding.

I heard a woman clear her throat. I looked up to find a blonde girl, maybe five foot two looking down at me.

"I never do this kind of thing, but my friend bet me and, honestly, I'm tired of the brat always winning. She bet me I couldn't walk into a Starbucks and ask a hot guy to dance with me. So here I am. Asking you, said hot guy, to dance with me."

I looked around and then looked back up at her. "You want me to dance with you? Here? In Starbucks?"

She made a funny face and nodded her head. I checked out her body.

You need to move on, Cale.

She was dressed to the nines and carried a Louis Vuitton handbag. My mother would like that. She was thin-too thin, really-but had nice tits. She chewed on her lip before she noticed me staring. She ran her tongue along her teeth and, for the first time in a long time, my dick jumped with anticipation.

I stood up and, putting her hand on my chest, she said, "Listen, I'm not looking for anything else but a dance."

Too bad, I thought. She'd be a perfect date to the wedding.

I smiled, but she was blankly staring back at me. "Do I get to know what your name is before we dance?" I asked.

She smiled and winked. "Zoey Jones. And you?"

I reached for her hand. "Cale. Cale Blackwood."

Something on her face changed. It was if she was trying to remember me from somewhere. The smile that spread across her face made me think she'd just figured something out-and that it made her entire day.

"Cale? Your name is Cale?" She asked, smiling bigger.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am. Do we know each other?"

She tilted her head and ran her eyes over my body. "Did you graduate from the University of Florida two years ago?"

I laughed and said, "Nope. University of Arkansas. But you're right about when I graduated."

Her mouth fell slightly open. "Holy shit," she said. "I'm finally going to win one," she whispered.

I pulled my head back and looked at her and was about to ask her what was wrong. "Listen, I didn't want to say this before, because this whole thing is so crazy, but I have to admit that I'm super attracted to you. So here's the rest of the deal: I'm also supposed to date the guy I dance with for one month, exclusively, to prove to my friend that I can be monogamous. I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping a girl out?"

I gazed at her lips as she slowly ran her tongue over them. I smiled, focusing in on that soft mouth. I met her eyes. She looked nothing like Maddie. Maybe this was the girl that could help me finally push that one night out of my head-and heart.

"I need a date for a wedding this weekend." I said. "Looks like we can both help each other out, Zoey."

She pulled me toward her. We started to dance to the sounds of Lily Allen playing across the speaker of her phone as she pushed herself into my growing erection. "Oh, trust me, Cale. I have a feeling we're going to help each other out in more than one way." She laughed and, for second, it truly sounded evil.

IT DIDN'T TAKE long for me to figure out that Zoey wanted me as much as I wanted her. The way she flirted was giving my neglected dick a sliver of hope. I'd never met a girl and just taken her home to have sex, but all these crazy sightings of maybe-Maddie were pushing me over the edge. I needed to get her out of my head. I needed to move on.

I'd given Zoey my address and told her to follow me back to my place. She pulled up, left her car, and began walking to the elevator, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. That's when I knew it wouldn't take long to wipe Maddie from my memory.

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in. As soon as the doors shut, she threw herself at me and reached for my dick. She moaned into my mouth as I pulled her lips to mine and slammed her against the elevator wall.

"Yes," she said. "I like it rough. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Cale. And no damn foreplay. I want it all, and I want it now."

Oh Jesus. I'd never been with a girl who'd said anything like that to me before. I reached up her shirt and pushed her bra up and over her tits. I pinched her nipple as she pulled her lips from mine.

"Yes," she hissed through her teeth.

When the door opened she jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to my apartment and fumbled with opening the door as she pulled my hair.

"Hurry," she said. "I need to be fucked. I'm so wet for you, Cale."

"Jesus," I mumbled.

I pushed the door open, and threw my keys on the table. I put Zoey down and she quickly pulled off her panties and tossed them to the side. She looked around my apartment, then walked over to my sofa and smiled.

She slid her skirt down and pulled her shirt over her head. She undid her bra and began playing with her nipples. "Fuck me from behind," she said. "Hard and fast."

Holy fucking shit.

I unzipped my pants as I walked over to her. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. She pushed my boxer briefs off and my dick sprung out. Licking her lips, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth before I could even stop her.

"Holy shit," I said as I grabbed onto the back of the sofa. She moved her mouth up and down my shaft and moaned as she began playing with my balls.

I grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth. I'd never done anything like this, with the exception of the night with Maddie. This was the type of shit Jack did, but there was something about this girl. It was like she knew exactly what I needed. I pushed her back when I felt my build-up.

"Zoey, I don't want to come yet."

She licked her lips as she stood up and turned around. She leaned over the back of the sofa and looked over her shoulder.

"Hard. And fast. Make it so I can finally say I've outdone her!" she said as she winked at me.

"What? Who?"

"Cale. Fuck. Me. Now."

I quickly grabbed a condom from my bedroom. I rolled it on and returned to Zoey. With my hands on her hips, I began teasing her entrance with my tip. She wasn't lying. She was soaking wet.

She pushed her ass against me and whined: "I need this. Please, Cale. Give this to me. I need you to give this to me."

I dug my fingers into her hips and slammed my dick into her. She threw her head back and yelled out. "Oh God, yes! Fucking finally!"

I began pumping as she kept repeating, "Finally! Finally! Fucking yes!"

I wasn't sure if she just hadn't had sex in a while or what.

"Does that feel good, Zoey?" I asked as I pounded into her over and over.

"Yes! Harder! I want to feel that you were here! I want to remember this moment!"

Soon, she was shouting. "I'm going to come! Yes! Oh fucking hell. Yes!"

She moaned as I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick. As she pulled herself away, she turned to face me and smiled.

"I want more," she said. "I want to be fucked against the wall," she said, jumping into my arms.

I picked her up and pushed her up against the wall in my hallway. I rammed myself into her again and began moving.

"Cale, faster. Jesus, do it harder. Harder!"

Holy shit, this girl was crazy! She wanted to be fucked senseless. Jack was going to flip when I told him this shit.

I gave her what she asked for. I could feel my build-up. "Oh God. Zoey. I'm so close."

She snapped her head forward and moved along with me. "Yes! Cale yes! I'm going to come again. Oh God, give it to me."

I grabbed her ass as I pushed in harder. "Zoey, I'm coming,"

She smiled as she let out a scream. "Yes! Fucking yes. Oh God, this is perfect! I totally fucking won!"

I held on to her as she dropped her head back against the wall. I had to put my hand out and lean against the wall. I hadn't ever screwed anyone like that. It felt fucking amazing. It felt freeing. But it also felt like I was just used by Zoey in some strange way.

I didn't care.

I pulled out and slowly put her down. When she began laughing I looked at her and tilted my head.

"Oh, baby. That was fucking amazing. I've never done anything like that before. I can't wait to tell my friend how you fucked me senseless. She's going to be so damn jealous. I've overheard her saying how she's always wanted hot wall sex with some mystery man."

I laughed and shook my head. "I'm glad I was able to help with that. I think."

Zoey smiled and ran her hands through my hair. "You know, I wasn't looking for anything other than a quick fuck. But you, Cale Blackwood, you just became a game changer."

I smiled as I pulled her to me. "I could say the very same thing, Zoey Jones."

She took a step away before walking over to the sofa where she laid down.

"I think we should slow it down now," she said. "Don't you?"

I wasn't surprised when my dick came back to life so quickly. I made one more detour to the bedroom for a condom. What I thought would be lovemaking turned into another fuck-fest on the sofa. When I came, she ran her hands through my hair, and I pushed away the uneasy feeling I had, wrapping Zoey up in my arms.

I began to doze off, but not before she grabbed her phone from her purse and sent off a text message. I closed my eyes and she snuggled back into my arms and let out a sigh.

Something still felt wrong about what had just happened, but I pushed it out of my head and let myself sleep.

I WAS JUST returning from a run with Monica when my phone buzzed. Picking it up, I saw I had a text message from Zoey.

Zoey: I flipping won! I not only danced with him, but we have plans to go out tomorrow night AND he asked me to be his date at a wedding. AND...he just fucked me senseless...against a wall and from behind.

I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Monica came over and bumped my shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked as she as she sat down on my sofa, attempting to catch her breath.

I looked up at her and shook my head. "Zoey. She danced with a guy at Starbucks, has two dates planned with him. And, apparently, he just fucked her against a wall and from behind."

Monica sat up. "No fucking way. I hate her. I'm telling you, I hate her. Do you believe her?"

I turned my phone and showed Monica the picture Zoey had sent. It was a selfie of her in the arms of a guy...naked.

"Ewww! Oh my God my eyes!" Monica said as she jumped up. "I can't un-see that Maddie! Ever."

I shook my head and put the phone on the counter. "Too bad she didn't get his face. Who knows if he was even worthy?"

Monica laughed. "Right? Who cares? She'll keep him around for a bit and then toss him to the side, just to piss her mother off. What a whore."

I sat down next to Monica. "That's mean," I said.

But you're probably right."

I suddenly had a strange feeling. Like I'd just lost something.

Monica sat up and looked at me. "What is it?"

I shrugged, shaking my head. "I don't know. I just all of a sudden feel kind of sad." I glanced back at my phone.