by Ali Parker
“You sure you don’t wanna go? You’re already off. Just take the ticket.”
“No way, dude. I’m going to drink a few cold ones, sink my dick deep into some chick, and go to sleep early if I can help it.” I wagged my eyebrows as the doorbell rang.
“Anyone in particular?” He lifted his water bottle to his lips.
“Nope. I’d prefer not to even know her name.” I got up and walked to the door, moving back and letting a huge group of people into the house. Some of the girls mixed into the crowd looked a little young, but the older I got, the more the post-high school chicks did.
“All right. Have fun, and try not to do anything I wouldn’t do.” He patted my back.
“What a boring-ass night this is gonna be.” I smiled and glanced down at a busty brunette that stopped in front of me. “Hey, baby. What’s your name?”
Her smiled faded. “Jacob, we slept together several times this past spring.”
“Right. Nice to see you again.” I touched the tip of her nose with my finger and moved around her. I wasn’t looking for anything more than a bedmate, which was all most of them were after anyway.
I couldn’t help but scan the house in search of Emily, though I knew she had no intention of coming back out to the house, unless…
It was devious and would probably land me in more trouble than it was worth, but I couldn’t help myself. I pulled out my phone and shot Brody a text, inviting him and his boys to come have a few beers on me. We had a big-ass stash of liquor, and if I knew one thing, it was that Emily Campbell’s boyfriend was a complete lush.
Even better, where he went, she was usually quick to follow.
Chapter 13
Emily
“I don’t see why we have to cheer for these fucking scrimmages during the summer.” Nancy moved up beside me and waved her pom-poms at the crowd.
“It’s just part of the new initiative Coach has to get us in front of people as often as possible. I hate it too.” I moved to the front of the group and positioned myself to start us in another cheer.
Jasmine was off visiting family, and technically, her time at Providence was over. Why they hadn’t lined up the cheer captain tryouts with the end of the year was beyond me. They were usually much more on the ball than they had been this past year.
We wrapped up our cheer and moved over toward the sideline as Brody and his guys scored the final touchdown to win the scrimmage. There couldn’t have been more than twenty people in the stands, but all twenty of them went wild like they’d been some big part of the win. It was almost comical.
“Grab my stuff from over there and meet me at the car. I wanna talk with Coach for a few minutes before we head home.” He popped my ass and turned to jog back toward his friends.
“You’re so damn lucky.” Nancy moved up beside me and let out a girlie sigh.
“You think so?” I watched Brody’s butt jiggle in his tight football pants and wished I could feel something besides disgust. I wasn’t sure if it were more for him or myself, but either way, it sucked royally.
“Hell yes. I’d love to date Brody Jackson. Outside of Lucas White and Jacob Wright, he’s the hottest thing strutting around this campus.”
“Looks aren’t everything,” I mumbled and walked over to the pile of shit Brody had slung around when trying to get ready for the game. Why the guys didn’t use the locker room during the summer was a mystery and a bit of a pain. I couldn’t go in the locker room, so it saved me from having to be Brody’s maid, which ground against my nerves like nothing else.
“Good job today, Emily.” Coach Rhodes stopped beside me and tugged at my ponytail. “Did I tell you that we’re letting a few other girls from other colleges try out for cheer captain?”
“No, but someone else mentioned it. Jasmine, maybe?”
“Oh good. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard, and honestly, it’s just politics. I’m sure you’re going to come out on top like you always do.”
“Thanks, Coach.” I finished putting Brody’s shit in his bag and stood to lug the heavy-ass thing over my shoulder. I wanted something to eat and a nap. It was Friday night, so going out was almost always a must with Brody.
I wasn’t ready to move out from under his financial assistance just yet, but the plan was to stop by DeAngelo’s sometime that day and apply for a job. I’d been meaning to do it all week and hadn’t made it over there yet.
Brody walked up about the time I made it to his car and pulled me flush against him.
I grimaced and pushed at his chest. “You smell horrible.”
“That’s the scent of success, sweetness.” He leaned down and kissed me a few times, working to make himself look desired and important, no doubt. “We’re going to the Omega House tonight. There’s another big party.”
“There’s a party every night out there.” I moved to the back of the car and put his bag in the trunk while he got in and started the car. “You’re welcome, asshole.”
“Wear something sexy too.” He glanced over at me as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Like that little blue dress you have that makes your breasts look huge. I love that one.”
“I’m not going out to the Omega House, and you’re not either. The last time we were there, you slept with three women.”
“I did not.” He shook his head. “Don’t start this shit again, Em. I messed up and I’m sorry. We’re going out there tonight as a couple. Just keep your hand in mine and everything will be fine.”
“No. It won’t because I’m not sleeping with you at some dirty-ass frat house.”
“It’s not dirty, and we don’t have to fuck out there.”
“Yeah, we do because you’ll get drunk and want someone to fill up. If it’s not me, it’s going to be some nasty hockey whore or Omega slut.” I leaned back in my seat and tried to still the swirling sickness in my stomach. “Can you swing by the pizza place, please? I think I left my wallet there last week.”
“You left your wallet somewhere last week? How have you been paying for things?” He chuckled and made a sharp turn to head back toward campus.
“I haven’t been paying for anything. I’m broke, remember?”
“Aww, poor baby.” He reached out and grabbed my hand. “I’ll write you a check for all the stuff on your cheerleading list if you come with me tonight.”
“What?” I glanced over at him, hating the smug look on his face. He knew he had me.
“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to hang out when you start getting stupid. I have to have some small measure of self-worth.”
“Stop being dramatic.” He pulled up to the pizza parlor and squeezed my hand. “Hurry. I wanna get home and take advantage of you in the shower a few times before we head out.”
“Awesome,” I mumbled and got out of the car, wondering if I was completely out of my mind for wanting to make a run for it. “And where would you go exactly?”
I walked into DeAngelo’s and glanced around, a little worried that there were only a small handful of people eating. It was four in the afternoon, so that had to be some part of it, but still, there never seemed to be many people in the place. How Mr. DeAngelo was keeping the door open was a good question.
“Welcome to DeAngelo’s.” The older man that owned the place walked to the counter and gave me a warm, fatherly smile.
“Hi. I’m Emily. I’m here to apply for a job if you’re still hiring.” I placed my hands on the counter and hoped like hell that the application was short and sweet. The last thing on my list of things to do was to make Brody wait too long and have to hear his mouth.
“We are still hiring, and the job is yours.” He extended his hand. “I’m Tony DeAngelo. Nice to meet you.”
“Really?” I shook his hand and chuckled. “Do I need to fill out an application?”
“Nope. Just be here tomorrow, ready to work, and we’ll have you fill out paperwork then. I’m going to have you help me at the front with hostessing and waiting tables. That sound all right?
”
“It’s perfect.” I glanced around and nodded. “Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you.”
“No, thank you!”
I’d pushed Brody off when we got back to his place with the fact that my stomach was killing me. The bastard was fine with taking advantage of me when everything else was going wrong, but if I had something wrong with my stomach, he was out. Something about getting sick at summer camp as a kid and almost dying from barfing too much. It was dramatic and stupid, but I used it as often as I could. I had one foot out the door. I wasn’t letting him touch me again if I could help it.
“You look fucking hot tonight.” He slid his hand up my thigh, dragging my dress with him as I put my lipstick on using the visor above my head. “What color are your panties?”
“White.” I swatted his hand away.
He growled and pushed the skirt up farther before reaching over and petting my mound. “So beautiful. How’s your stomach? I might have to take you in the back room at the Omega place and steal a few kisses.”
“My stomach hurts, remember?” I glanced over at him as he slipped his fingers into the side of my panties. “Brody.”
“It’s all good, baby.” He ran his fingers through my folds and pulled his hand away, lifting his fingers to his face and licking them clean. “Yeah, I’m gonna need that.”
I pulled my skirt down and ignored him, though his naughty actions alone had my blood warming. Where I hated him, it had been more than a week of feeling pleasure of any sort. I was achy for attention but willing to deny myself completely if it meant walking away sooner than later.
“Try not to stick your dick in any random chick’s mouth tonight, okay?” I gave him a shit-eating grin and got out of the car the minute it was safe to do so. I wasn’t holding his damn hand all night, and with any luck, he wouldn’t find anyone worthy of his debauchery and we could get out of there.
I walked up to the Omega House and ignored the catcalls that followed us, not really sure if they were for me or Brody. Not that I cared. It was just after eleven, and the place was lit up like it was the middle of the afternoon. Why the campus police allowed the frat house to run the street and cause commotion half the night—every night—was beyond me.
“Hey, Em.” Micah reached out to hug me before going for an awkward handshake instead. He must have seen Brody.
“Hey. How’s it going?” I stiffened as Brody slid his hands over my shoulders and pressed himself to my back.
“I’m getting a beer. Stay where I can see you.” Brody leaned down and kissed the side of my neck a few times before walking off.
“Right, because I’m the one with the cheating problem.” I turned my attention back to Micah but couldn’t help but look around for Jacob before doing so.
“He’s upstairs, acting like a whore.” Micah smiled and lifted his beer to his lips. By the looks of things, he had already had a few too many.
“Awesome.” My stomach turned upside down. Why did I care what Jacob did? He didn’t belong to me, nor was he ever going to. Something caught my eye, and I moved around Micah to get a better look.
A thin guy with a mop of blond hair had a cute brunette thrown over his shoulder, her ass on full display as he patted it and laughed.
“Is that?” I moved to the bottom of the stairs to get a better look as my blood ran cold. “Cally?”
The girl jerked up and squealed as the world stopped around me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I took the stairs two at a time. I was going to kill her.
Chapter 14
Jacob
“Come here, baby.” I lay back on the bed as the liquor burned through my system and left me feeling like a million bucks. Every worry I had in the world was gone for the moment, and bliss was all I could feel.
“Where do you want me?” The sexy blonde I’d dragged back to my room brought her friend for a few hours of fun.
I was just hoping I could move past my desire to be with one woman and dive back into being me. Emily had temporarily pulled me into a place of wanting more, but I was trying like hell to reject the idea of it. Besides, if I finally did pry her off of Brody and get her to give me a chance, it wouldn’t last long. Women, in general, had no desire for real relationships, from what I could tell. Once the passion wore off and life set in, they would walk, so the easiest way to solve the problem? Not keep any of them too long.
“Right here.” I patted my bare chest and reached for her as she climbed up to straddle me just below my pecs.
“And me? Where should I be?” The girl still standing at the edge of the bed wasn’t nearly attractive enough to catch my attention, but all women deserved at least a little bit of affection.
I leaned to my left and smiled at her. “Ever sucked a cock?”
“No, but I could give it a try.”
“Good. Don’t use your teeth, and treat it like you would a popsicle. Lots of sucking and licking.” I winked at her and lay back as blondie rolled her hips, rubbing herself on my chest.
“I’ve wanted in your bed since we had History together last fall.”
“Oh yeah?” I slid my hands up her taut thighs and pushed her miniskirt over her hips, leaving her exposed outside of having on the skimpiest pair of black panties I’d ever seen. They rode in between her pussy lips and were far too wet for me just having gotten her in the bed. “Looks like somebody is turned on.”
“It was that hot kiss you gave me downstairs.” She dug her fingers into my chest and rocked her hips. “Eat me out.”
“Not a chance, baby.” I tugged her top down over her breasts and pulled at her back. “But I’ll lick these beauties while you ride my fingers for a while.”
A groan left me as her friend gripped my cock and worked it like a pro. I had serious doubts that she had never taken a man in her mouth. She wasn’t a looker, but she’d been used a time or two.
I slipped my fingers under blondie’s panties and worked my way into her body, realizing how loose she was. It would seem I wasn’t the only whore in the room.
A noise outside my bedroom had my attention, but it was only because I recognized the voice. Emily.
I pushed the girl off my chest and moved back, dislodging my dick from her gal-pal before scrambling to get my clothes on.
“Party is over girls. We’ll try again some other time.” I slipped my T-shirt over my head and went for the door.
“What? That’s not fair. We were just getting started. Do you know how long it’s taken to get into your bed?” The smaller of the two girls moved in front of me and put her hand on my chest. “Everyone talks about how big your cock is. I want a turn with it.”
“We all want something we aren’t going to get. It will help you grow up a little to be denied.” I kissed the tip of her nose and moved around her into the hallway. The scene was a little surreal, but my body reacted violently nevertheless. Docile, sweet Emily Campbell was on the floor, straddling some girl’s chest as they screamed at each other. The girl reached up and gripped Emily’s skirt, pulling and leaving her rear on display. The tiny G-string that disappeared between the perfect curves of her ass left me almost willing to give up anything for another roll in the sheets with the sexy cheerleader.
“Hey! Hey!” I moved toward them and wrapped my arms around Emily, just under her breasts and picked her up. She kicked and screamed, throwing curses that a sailor would be proud of.
“Put me down.” She jerked from me and went after the girl again.
I pulled her back and pressed her to the wall, grabbing her chin roughly and getting in her face. “Hey. Slow the fuck down. Look at me. If this is about Brody, he isn’t worth this shit. This isn’t you.”
Tears filled her eyes, and damn if my heart didn’t hurt in my chest.
“That’s my little sister, you bastard. Since when did you let children into this place?” She pushed at my chest, but I didn’t budge.
I glanced over my shoulder as the girl was helped up and realized that
Emily was right. She couldn’t have been over fifteen.
“Fuck,” I mumbled and moved as Emily kneed me in the balls. Pain raced through my stomach, and I reached for the wall as all the air was sucked from the room.
“Get over here,” Emily yelled and grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair.
“Emily. Em. Come on. We’ll take—” I tried to reach for her, but she popped me in the mouth with a sharp backhand. Fuck, I was turned on.
“What’s going on up here?” Lucas walked up the stairs, followed by Micah, and I was glad to see them. Where I didn’t want anyone touching Emily, someone needed to help her sister before the kid lost a tooth or something more dramatic.
“Don’t get involved,” I mumbled and rubbed my nuts as I took a few shallow breaths.
“Emily.” Micah moved toward her and pulled her back off of the girl.
“Watch your nuts,” I grumbled and pointed to the girl while looking at Lucas. “That’s Emily’s little sister. Round everyone up and get the underage girls the fuck out of here.”
“Damn.” Lucas grabbed the girl’s wrist and half dragged her down the stairs. I turned my attention back to Emily to find her in Micah’s arms, crying softly.
Why couldn’t it be me? Why did she push me away without a thought?
Because Micah was a good guy, and I wasn’t.
“Hey, it’s all right. Lucas and I will take her home and you can get some rest.” He brushed her hair back as a spike of aggression raced through me.
“No, I’ll take her home.” She moved around Micah and started for the stairway.
“No. You’re in no shape to be driving, and the kid doesn’t need a lecture right now. Teri is downstairs. She’s sober. We’ll grab her and all of us can take Cally home.”
Cally? How did Micah know Emily’s sister’s name? Was there something going on between them?
“Fine.” She turned back to face my best friend, and the two of them stood there, looking at each other in a way lovers might.
