Completion (Cambria University Series Book 3)

by Sadie T. Williams

  “Strip for me,” she commands. “Slowly.”

  What the fuck?

  I pull my shirt over my head and toss it by my feet. I slip off my canvas shoes and start to unbuckle my belt.

  “Slow! I said do it slowly, baby” she commands in her southern accent. Tori is sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently. “Roll your hips while you take off your shorts. I want to enjoy the show.”

  I do as I’m told, when I’m finally down to just my boxers Tori stands and approaches me. “Now, strip me.”

  Okay.

  I begin by tugging the bottom of her tank top up. She isn’t wearing a bra so as soon as I get the tank top to her shoulders her tits pop free. My dick appreciates the sight and I shove her domineering comments to the back of my mind to focus on what is right in front of me.

  “Like them?” she asks as she palms her boobs.

  “Very much,” I affirm as I reach out to touch them, but she swats my hands away.

  “Not yet. Finish.”

  I remove the rest of her clothes until she is standing in front of me completely nude. She is stunning. Auburn hair and coffee colored eyes, perky tits, bare pussy and long tan legs.

  “You’re beautiful,” I murmur.

  “I know,” she says with a smile and a wink as she hops up onto the bed.

  I crawl up after her, boxers still on, and I run my hand from her ankle up to her hips, give them a squeeze, and continue my path up to her neck.

  I look into her eyes and just as I’m leaning in to kiss her neck she says, “No more foreplay, Rhodes. Get after it already. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  I close my eyes and inhale to dispel the animosity creeping into this situation with every word she speaks, but with my eyes closed all I see is the Instagram picture that got me to this point. Stanzy with some lanky ass blonde guy. Arms wrapped around each other, standing on the deck of what looks like a nice ass boat. They’re the poster couple for Sperry.

  With renewed determination I roll over, slide open the nightstand drawer and steal a condom from whoever resides in this room.

  On my back, I lift my hips and slide my boxers off. With my dick free and Tori lying on her back next to me, she’s staring at me.

  “Ready yet?”

  I slide the condom on, she spreads her legs and roll on top of her. One hand on each side of her head, I hover above her. Cock at her entrance. Just fucking do it.

  I slam into her before I can change my mind.

  “Oh fuck, Rhodes!” she exclaims.

  “Too hard?” I ask, my voice dripping in sarcasm. She’s been begging for this, talking mad shit about me, and I’m still here. Doing this. The one thing I swore I wouldn’t do. My mind is battling with my heart.

  “No, baby, give me more!” she begs. I knew Tori would like it rough. Just a gut feeling from the way she carries herself and talks so openly about sex all the time.

  “You asked for it.”

  I rise to my knees, still balls deep inside of Tori, I grab her legs and throw one over each shoulder. She wants it hard, she’ll get it hard.

  I pound repeatedly into her as she moans for more. Relentless in my movements I can finally feel Tori’s pussy clench around my dick. She’s going to come.

  “Not yet,” I growl at her as I pull out. She’s controlled everything up until this point, now it’s my turn.

  “No! Rhodes, I was so close. Please!”

  “Nuh uh. Roll over,” I command and spin my index finger in the air indicating for her roll onto her stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Fuck, baby, listening to talk like this is so hot,” she tells me as she rolls over.

  “On your knees, ass up, face down.”

  “Oh hell yeah,” she says as she complies.

  I fist her auburn hair, forcing her chin up. She’s resting on her forearms and her ass is pressing against my hard-on.

  I run my free hand down her back, through her ass crack and to her front. I plunge two fingers inside and she moans loudly, “Mmm, yes.”

  I repeatedly move my fingers in and out and curl them around to hit her sensitive spot. She is moaning and grinding against my hand. This is slow torture for her, but she asked for it.

  “More, baby, please. I want to come.”

  “You’ll come once and only when I say you can.”

  Pulling my fingers out, releasing her hair so her head falls to the mattress, I grab her hips with both of my hands and plunge back inside. This feels like a hate fuck at the moment, but I don’t hate Tori. I don’t love Tori, which is a revelation I just had, but I don’t hate her. I hate Stanzy and this hate fuck is dedicated to her and her new fucking boat-loving boyfriend.

  “Oh my fucking God!” Tori screams as the unrelenting pounding continues. Bottoming out inside of her with every thrust, she is so close. “Oh, oh! I’m coming!” she wails and clenches around me again. This time I let her finish. Legs shaking to the point she can barely stay on her knees without me holding her up, eyes screwed shut, hands tightly gripping the sheet.

  Finally, she releases me and I let her go so she can fall onto the mattress, completely sated.

  Climbing off the bed I remove the condom before Tori can see I didn’t finish and throw it in the garbage. Grabbing my clothes I begin to dress.

  “Holy fuck, Rhodes,” she says as she rolls onto her back. “I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks?” What do I say to that? “Did you assume I was going to suck at this or something?”

  “Well, no. I mean I’ve heard the rumors, but I didn’t think it would be this good. I can see why Maggie went fucking nuts after you wouldn’t bone her again. I want more and I want it now.”

  “Calm down, Veruca,” I say referencing the spoiled brat from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. “You’re going to have to wait. I’m dry for tonight.” Total lie, but I don’t want to fuck her again. Not with images of Stanzy in my mind. That’s not fair to Tori, or to me.

  “One time is not enough,” she says and closes her eyes.

  “Are you staying in here? I’m going back downstairs.”

  “Yeah, I need a minute. My heart is still racing.”

  “Okay, see you down there.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re going to be seeing a lot of me.”

  I walk of the bedroom and back downstairs.

  “Woo, buddy! How was that?” Stoner asks me as I walk into the room where the baseball boys are playing beer pong.

  “I’m not one to kiss and tell, Stoner,” I wink.

  “True, true. Guess we will have to ask Tori. She’ll give us the juicy details.”

  He’s right. Tori will blast our little tryst all over campus. Whatever. It’s not like it will change my reputation.

  I’m in a bad mood now. Not only did I break my promise to myself of not sleeping with another girl, it didn’t take my mind off Stanzy for one minute. All I thought about was the blondie frat boy fucking my girl on the deck of his boat. Her screaming his name instead of mine. Her eyes staring into his instead of mine. Her skin, her lips, touching his instead of mine. FUCK!

  I grab the bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter and take a long pull straight from it.

  “Bro, you ok?” Blake asks as he comes back into the kitchen for a refill.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” I take another long pull. “Just getting shitty tonight,” and hoping for amnesia to set in.

  Fuck this. I feel like I lost my virginity all over again and I feel dirty. I will make this thing with Tori work. It has to now.

  Chapter 18: Stanzy

  Present Day

  The pissing match between my boss and Jessup that occurs for every visit is getting old. Jessup has been rehabbing with us for a couple of months now and all that ever happens is snide comments and lude remarks between the two of them.

  I didn’t peg Dr. Colletti as that type of guy, but apparently he feels like his manhood is being threatened or some shit. So stupid.
/>   Jessup is due in here any minute and I wonder who will win the “my dick is bigger than your dick” contest today. Right now, the score is basically even.

  “Ready for our favorite patient?” Anthony says as we refill our coffee mugs in the employee lounge. Mine reads Physical Therapy: It hurts today, but tomorrow will probably be worse, and Anthony’s reads Physical Therapist: Don’t mess with me I get paid to hurt people. I think he’s using this one specifically for Jessup.

  “Aquatic treadmill today? What do you think?” Anthony asks as he stirs some sugar into his mug.

  “That sounds good, sir. I think aquatics will be good for him. He’s progressing quickly.”

  “Stanzy, stop calling me sir,” he says with a smirk I’ve never seen.

  “Yes, si- um, Anthony.” I smile sheepishly and I can feel my cheeks flush.

  “Stanzy,” he turns to look at me and sets his mug on the counter. “I know I’m-“ the bells chime indicating that our patient has arrived and cuts Anthony off.

  “Oh shoot, sir, hold that thought. Our patient is here,” I say with a smile and bolt for the doors leading into the physiotherapy room. I can hear Anthony sigh as I exit the employee lounge and I let out the breath I was holding only to suck it back in as Jessup rounds the corner with Amy.

  I get stupid excited when he’s on my patient list for the day. I don’t like that he argues with my boss, but I can’t say I hate the flirting. It’s foolish because I hate this new version of him.

  He is wearing a purple Vikings t-shirt that clings to his muscular chest, sweatpants slung low on his hips and even with the slight limp from his injury his swagger is on point. As he turns to hop up on the table I get a glimpse of his granite ass which, even in sweats, protrudes with perfection. Fuck me sideways, he’s still gorgeous.

  His chocolate eyes find me and they sparkle as he flashes a brilliant smile.

  I try to tell myself to calm down because I know of his new found love for women - many, many women. Shit, his first day here he hit on Monique. She couldn’t stop talking about how Jessup Rhodes said he wanted to sleep with her. Apparently he never stopped back to confirm their plans, but she is riding high that he still offered.

  “Good morning, Jess,” I say with a saccharine grin as I approach. Fake it, Stanzy. Remember what he did, but be civil and don’t let him see he still affects you.

  “Good morning, beautiful. You look stunning as always,” Jessup says with a wide, white smile.

  “Jessup, how are you feeling today? Any soreness?” Anthony asks as he approaches, flashing his mug.

  “Nope. I’m feeling great, Doc,” Jessup replies as he reads Dr. Colletti’s mug. I shake my head and try to hide my smile.

  Anthony and I give Jessup the rundown of the plan for today and he is all for moving forward with his treatments.

  “Not too fast, Jess. It’s just walking today. Working muscle mobility and retraining your gait. Nothing crazy yet.”

  “Yeah, Stanz, I gotcha.”

  Jessup lays back on the table so I can work out his leg with some stretches before we head over to the aquatics facility.

  “Oh, that feels good,” he groans as I put my hands on his leg.

  “I haven’t even started.” I roll my eyes.

  “You don’t need to do anything except put your hands on me, Stanz. That’s all I ever needed.” He glances down toward his groin and he’s semi-hard.

  A heat pools inside of me and slowly spreads throughout my body. Suddenly, my hands tingle where they rest on Jessup’s massive, muscular thigh.

  “Stop it,” I command and smack him on the thigh. He smirks at me. It’s flirty and adorable.

  “Stop what, Stanz? I think about that part of my life all the time. Don’t you?” he asks sincerely and grips something under his shirt.

  “No,” I lie. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s always been on my mind and in my heart. And I sure as shit don’t want him to know that his words made my entire being ignite.

  “So where’s the rock?” he asks motioning toward my left hand.

  “Are you Insta-stalking me?” I ask avoiding the question.

  “No, course not. I’ve got better shit to do,” he says nonchalantly. “Like win football games.”

  “And fuck models?”

  His head snaps towards me. “Yeah, I have the internet too, Jess.”

  He quirks a brow and that look makes the rush inside of me heat all over again.

  “Everything loosening up over here?” Anthony asks, interrupting our conversation.

  “We’re good. Just finishing this one stretch and we can head over,” I confirm. Jessup’s words are eating at my brain and his dick is inches from hands. He thinks about us all the time? Sure, back then. He’s slept with everyone and their grandma since we’ve been apart. But he’s definitely stalked my Instagram if he noticed I’m not wearing my engagement ring.

  Why do you care? I have no idea.

  Anthony and I lead Jessup into the aquatics facility and explain what is going to happen once he’s in the pool. He nods.

  “Is this where I strip or…?” Jessup asks as he stands in front of the pool fully clothed.

  “Oh, right,” Anthony replies. “You can change in there. There are extra training shorts or you can run in your undies. Your choice.” Anthony smirks. The old Jessup would never have talked back to someone like Dr. Colletti or walked around in his underwear in public, but that boy is long gone.

  “Undies?” Jessup laughs under his breath as he walks away. “What kind of grown ass man uses the word undies?”

  A few minutes later, Jessup returns in nothing but tight, black boxer briefs. His package is accentuated and it appears FedEx would charge extra to deliver that one. Holy moly. I think it actually got bigger since the last time I saw it. I don’t even know if that possible, but damn, he’s packing.

  “Didn’t like the swimsuit options?” Anthony asks with a clipped tone. Jessup is built like a Greek god with chiseled features that should land him on the cover of a magazine.

  “Nah, didn’t fit my junk,” Jessup replies and adjusts himself in his boxers. I look away because as he does it I realize I’ve been staring at his crotch since he walked out of the changing room.

  “Right, well then, have a seat in this chair and I will lower you into the pool.”

  “I’m good, Doc. I can get in myself.”

  “Jess, that isn’t advised. You could slip or land wrong and we’d be set back,” I protest.

  “Baby, this is no big deal. I’m good. Healing fast and I feel fine. I’ll be careful.”

  As he’s speaking I notice a gold chain around his neck that I didn’t before. Probably because it was under his shirt. My chain, the football pendant.

  I sprint-walk over to him and grab it. It is a gold football with the number thirty-three on the front. He’s number twenty-one now, so this isn’t new. I flip it over and there are my words. “Together, for as long as we can. R.J.R. S.R.S.”

  Fuck. Me. He still has it and he is still wearing it.

  “What?” he asks. “You think I don’t wear this every day? I’ve never taken it off. Well, that’s not true. I’m about six chains deep, but the pendant is the same. It’s been ripped off my neck a few times during games.”

  “You wear this during games?” I squeak.

  “What is it?” Anthony asks.

  “It’s uh- nothing. Just a gift I gave him many years ago.” I reply.

  “Nothing?” he huffs. “Really? Is that ring nothing?” He motions toward my left hand where his infinity ring still engulfs my middle finger all these years later.

  “I love this ring.”

  “You love me,” he replies and I can see Anthony’s face pale.

  “Loved. We’re not the same people anymore, Jess,” I whisper. I’m embarrassed this is happening in front of Dr. Colletti and I’m starting to get angry all over again.

  “Bullshit!” he shouts and it echoes throughout the p
ool.

  “Okay, Stanzy, take a break. I’ll get this douchebag into the pool,” Anthony snaps. Did he just call one of our most famous clients a douchebag?

  “Douchebag?” Jessup roars and it echoes through the aquatics facility again. Yup, this is happening. “What kind of middle-aged tool shed hits on his resident? Yeah, don’t pretend with me. All us douchebags are the same, Doc. Has he asked you out yet? Taken you to his bed and fucked you like I used to?”

  “Jessup!!” I shout. My face heating with anger and embarrassment. “That is enough.”

  “I think we may need to find Jessup a new place to receive treatment. I’ll get security,” Anthony says calmly and walks away.

  “Dick,” Jessup mutters.

  “What the shit, Jess? This is my job and you’re my client! You’re ruining this for me and for no reason,” I screech. I’m so angry right now. He is messing with my mind and my career.

  “No reason?” he asks and flails his arms to the side.

  “Yeah, no reason. I still have the last text you ever sent me if you want to read it. Or I can pull up your Instagram and Twitter feeds to show you how little I’ve meant to you over the last seven years.” I don’t know why I say that. Part of me wants him to refute my claims that he’s not a playboy, that he still thinks about me.

  “It’s not what you think.”

  “So, you’re telling me you haven’t been with any of those beautiful women?” I scoff.

  “No, I’m not saying that. There is free pussy everywhere and I’m a fucking man, Stanzy. Ladies love milk chocolate. I’m sweet, smooth, and they can’t get enough of me. I have needs and you’ve never even acknowledged my existence here. I’m a fucking god in this state. Chicks want me and men want to be me. Including, Dr. Doolittle.”

  “He’s not a vet, Jess, but he might as well be because you’re acting like a pig.” My Jessup would never have referred to women as free pussy. He was committed and loving and genuine. This royal twat is something else completely.

  “Besides, you’re with Captain Blondie. Why do you care if I fuck the entire cheerleading squad?”