Her Beating Hart

by J. L. Ostle

  She is my undoing.

  “If you do fuck her, tell me if it is like everything I dreamed of. I heard her pussy is like a golden vagina: rare and beautiful.” He goes into his own world and I throw my chip at him.

  Where does he get this shit from?

  “I think the person who needs to get fucked here, is you.” I laugh.

  “I'm working on it,” he says before looking at his phone.

  I look back to the doors where Winter went. Without thinking twice about it, I stand up and decide to follow her. Saying a quick goodbye to Drake, I leave, heading down the hall, wondering where she might be. I keep walking until I see her go into the girl's bathroom.

  Standing outside the door, I momentarily have second thoughts about entering, expecting that she’ll probably think I'm some stalker, but then I change my mind.

  Fuck it.

  Pushing the door open, I see her leaning on her hands on the counter. She faces me with a confused look before she looks at me angrily.

  “What the fuck? Get out.” She stands straighter.

  I walk towards her. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

  “No,” she says bitterly.

  I push her against the wall, my body blocking her in. “Tell me,” I order.

  “No,” she says again, but this time her voice is softer.

  I lean my face closer to hers. “Just tell me.”

  “Why?” she breathes.

  “Because I want to kiss you so badly.”

  Her eyes search mine, the anger evaporating and interest and lust taking over. “You can’t have power over me.” Her hands go to my chest.

  “Don’t you realize it yet?” I shake my head.

  “What?” Her big eyes look vulnerable and cause an ache in my chest.

  “It's you who has the power.”

  Her eyes search mine. “Then kiss me.”

  I look at her mouth.

  “Please,” she pleads.

  My lips goes to hers. I press my body harder against her, causing her to moan into my mouth, as I fist my hand in her hair and pull her closer to me.

  Fuck, she makes me crazy.

  My hands wander down her body until I reach her ass, and when I lift her, her legs wrap around me while I carry her to the counter, pressing my erection against her and feeling her nails digging into my upper arms.

  I kiss her harder; I never want to stop.

  Dammit, I want to be inside her so bad.

  I hear the doors opening and I try to stop, but she doesn't let me. It fucking turns me on even more that she doesn't care who is watching. I pull her closer to me, and I start to kiss from her jaw, to her neck. I then start biting and sucking her neck, marking her, letting every fucker on campus know that I have branded her. She moans out into the room and I hear a couple of girls whispering behind us. Fuck it they can watch if they want.

  “Get a room,” I hear a girl say.

  “We are in one. Keep watching if you want, I don’t mind,” I hear Winter say against my lips, but not long after I hear the doors close once again, indicating that they have left.

  I pull back, looking at her, seeing her swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “You are so fucking hot.”

  She smiles at me again.

  “What is your name?” she breathes.

  “Trent. Trent Matthews.”

  “It suits you.” She kisses me one more time. “I think we should head towards our next class.”

  I know she is right, but fuck, I don’t want to. “We should.” I press my forehead to hers.

  She jumps down off the counter and we leave the bathroom to see the hallway full of students, and they are looking our way. I bet they know what we were doing. I am sure those girls told people.

  Girls are looking at me with interest as men are looking at me with disdain. I also see that preppy boy next to Winter’s friend. She is looking at me with interest. I wouldn’t expect it from her.

  “Yes, we were making out like a couple of teenagers. Move along,” Winter shouts out, and a few start walking away.

  I smile that knowing it wasn’t twenty minutes ago that I did the same, yelling at everyone to mind their own fucking business.

  “I think they aren’t used to seeing me being close with a guy.” She looks at me apologetically.

  “I don’t care what people think or say.” I entwine our fingers and she smiles up at me. “How do you feel about PDA?” I smirk at her.

  “I guess it’s something I can get used to.”

  I pull her towards me and kiss her, not caring that everyone is watching before I step back, smiling down at the dreamy look on her face. “You are so beautiful.” She shakes her head. I lift her chin up. “You are; don’t ever question that.”

  “Winter, you ready for our next class?” Candice walks over, looking me up and down with an apprehensive look.

  “Yeah.” Winter watches her looking at me. “We okay now?”

  Candice looks away from me to look at her. “Yeah, I'm sorry about yesterday. So, I take it this is the mysterious kisser from Saturday night? I'm surprised I haven't seen you around,” she says softly to me.

  “I transferred here last month.” Even Winter looks at me with that bit of news.

  “Well welcome to our little town. I hope I get to see more of you.” She winks at me before linking her arm with Winter. I’m not really liking this girl; I’m wondering how Winter is friends with a girl like this. I get a really bad vibe from her.

  “Winter,” I call out heading towards them before dipping Winter in a heated kiss. “Just to keep me going.” I give her a wink and she smiles at me.

  I watch as they walk away and when I'm about to head to class, when Candice turns and looks at me, her eyes trained on me before they round the corner.

  Yeah, that girl is going to be a problem.

  Excerpt - Chapter 3

  Winter

  “I can't believe that is the guy you kissed. He is hot as hell. Of course, the first guy you show interest in has to be the hottest guy in school,” Candice goes on and on about Trent.

  “I told you he was gorgeous,” I laugh.

  “Yeah, but your definition of gorgeous is different to mine. You think that Jamie guy from Fifty Shades is hot, and he is not my cup of tea, but Trent, he is all kinds of yummy.” She fans herself. “Is he a good kisser?”

  I replay the kiss in my head and it makes my knees tremble just thinking about it. “Oh yeah.” I bite my lip and she looks at me with an expression I can't explain.

  “He may be the one to get you out of your funk.” We take our seats in class.

  A few guys smile and say a quick hi to Candice and I sit there looking at my phone. I am about to put it away when it vibrates in my hand. I see a number I don’t recognize has sent me a text. Opening it up, I smile when I see it’s from Trent.

  Unknown: Is it bad that all I'm thinking about is kissing you again?

  Smiling, I save his number and start to reply back.

  Me: No. I want you to kiss me again. How did you get my number?

  Trent: I have my ways. All you have to do is ask, and you will get