After shoveling down chicken burritos from Chipotle we managed to make it to the party which was already in full swing. The frat house was a little bit off the beaten path just outside of campus. And old white, stereotypical two story southern home with a double wraparound porch and every inch of the two porches were filled with people guzzling down drinks in red plastic cups. By the time we made it inside the three of us had been groped and howled at by half the male population at The University of Texas.
Things were no better off on the inside of the house which was so cramped with people that by the time we made it to the keg in the kitchen I was a half second from having a panic attack. Needless to say, I do not do well with crowds.
“You need a drink, chica?” Angela exclaimed handing me one of the familiar red cups. I took it from her hands and chugged it, paying no attention to the cheers coming from the group of guys handling the keg and serving the drinks. All I needed to get through the night was a slight buzz to take the edge off and I was working my way there as quickly as possible.
One of the guys manning the keg refilled my beer two seconds before I was yanked away by a pair of unfamiliar hands that sent half of the golden liquid flying into the air.
“Dance with me, gorgeous!” He exclaimed.
I flipped around to find myself being dragged into the living room where everyone was bumping and grinding to Lady Gaga’s “Do What You Want.” I tried to pull away from him in protest but he would not let go of my arm. Just as I was opening my mouth to scream for him to get the fuck off of me, a large masculine body stepped in front of the insistent frat boy. “Let her go Raz, the lady obviously has no intentions of dancing with you tonight.”
There was no threat or warning in the deep voice cascading out of the mouth of the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on. He simply stated a fact and with that statement my arm fell to my side and Raz let go.
“Sorry Ford, she was just too damn sexy not to have a turn with.” Raz turned to me and winked.
“Next time you ask a lady to dance, you don’t just grab her. Show some respect or you’re out on your ass, you hear me? Now apologize to the lady, Raz.”
Raz, looked to the floor and in a panicked voice he quickly uttered “Yes, Sir” and turned to me.
“Sorry for not showing you respect ma’am. Would you like to dance?”
Raz did a complete about-face, going from an over-enthused eighteen year old to a southern gentleman in a matter of a second. But I was still a little shaken up about being ripped away from my friends and a bit flustered at the sight of the tall hunk of man that I could not take my eyes off of.
“No thank you Raz, maybe later?” Raz smiled from ear to ear mouthing
“It‘s a date!” then he ran off disappearing into the mess of bodies on the dance floor leaving me alone with Ford.
“Sorry about that, new pledge and as it seems a total lightweight. Sometimes the newbies get a little over excited when they see a beautiful girl.” His lips turn up into a smile so genuine and unbelievably hot that I find myself with a warm tingling between my legs.
Beautiful, he thinks I am beautiful. A feeling of excitement bubbles up in the pit of my stomach and I sense my mouth turn up in return making me feel like a child who just had her first taste of candy.
“I’m Ford.” he says, extending his hand out for me to take, only I hesitate still lost in his perfection.
Ford towers over me, with messy dark hair, tanned skin, dressed in a skin tight black t-shirt, equally tight jeans and a pair of old rugged brown cowboy boots. His clothing is simple and understated while showing off every detail of his panty dropping physique. Ford is clearly a man who knows the effect he has on women. I find myself gawking at him, moving from his perfectly auburn colored eyes to lips that I can only imagine could destroy a woman with the slightest caress.
“And you are?” he says clearing his throat.
I manage to pull myself together enough to realize that he must think I am a total whack job.
“Oh sorry, I ...um, zoned out for a second. I do that sometimes.”
I somehow muster up the courage to take his hand.
“Jemma, Jemma Hale, my friends call me Jem.”
At the mention of my name his face turns cold and he carefully asks “Hale? Where are you from Jemma?”
I pause for a moment dumbfounded by his change in demeanor “Montgomery, Texas, just outside of Houston. But I have been living with my aunt in Taylor since I was eleven. My friend Brea and I just moved here.”
He let out a uninterested “huh” and the next thing I know he is scowling and staring at me in such a way that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. After a brief look he turns around and walks away without a single word, leaving me completely lost and confused.
“Who the heck was that cowboy? You need to go get some of him before someone else snags him up and I mean now girl.” Brea steps into my view and tries to push me towards Ford who was making the disappearing act right before my eyes. What is his problem?
I shrug my shoulder, “His name is Ford. I thought he might be interested, but the second I told him my name he just blew me off and left. It was weird!”
Brea took my hand “His loss then hot stuff, let’s dance, there are plenty of pickings here tonight. I am determined to get you laid before the night is over. If not I’ll do you myself and trust me when I say that I will be the best you will ever have.”
I slapped my forehead and just shook my head back and forth; even I could be shocked by some of the stuff that came out of Brea’s mouth on occasion. I knew she was joking, Brea loved dick almost as much as she love chocolate, the statement was just her crude way of getting her point across.
“You are fucking nuts Brea, I love you but you are nuts.”
She laughed “Girl I am a lot of things, but nuts is not one of them, being willing to go down on the hottest bitch in this house is genius. If I ever do decide to play for the other team my friend, your pussy will be the first pussy I chow down on. That‘s a promise!”
OH MY GAWD!
I asked Brea if she was already drunk and she admitted that she may have had a few shots with Greg at Coles before we left for dinner. I could feel how blood red my face must be at her ridiculous admission of bullshit and I suddenly needed to excuse myself. Chugging what was left of my beer I headed off in search of the ladies room to splash my face with cold water.
After finding the downstairs bathroom had a line into the next room I headed upstairs only to find the same thing, so I decided to just wait. Shortly after I took my place in line I felt a breath whisper into my neck.
“I have a private bathroom in my suite if you want to use it.”
I turned around to find myself face to face with a crouching Ford.
“You do huh?” Ford nodded his head at me.
Who did this man think he was? He blows me off and then offers me his private bathroom. Nothing about him made any sense, nothing about the fact that I said “Okay” made much sense either. A part of me wanted to slap him silly for igniting the heat between my legs with his uninvited closeness and tell him to fuck off but my body would not allow me to say what my mouth and head wanted.
Mindlessly, I took the hand he extended out to me and let him lead the way to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. He unlocked one with a key that he fished out of his front pocket and walked me inside not once letting go of the hand that strangely seemed to mold itself with his as if they were made to fit together. A not-so-obvious fact that did not go unnoticed by either one of us.
“I’m sorry about earlier” he said. “Something you said caught me off guard and I needed a moment. The restroom is through that door, maybe we can talk when you are done?”
I nodded at his request and followed his long finger in the direction of the bathroom feeling a sense of familiar longing as he released me. When I came out I found him sitting on the side of his bed fiddling with a photo frame. Staring at the photo insid
e his face turned sad, he seemed so lost that I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him that whatever was bothering him would be OK.
I moved to his side and sat down beside him. As I did he put the frame down face first on the bed beside him and turned to me. His eyes pierced mine in a way that felt like he was trying to convey information without actually speaking.
Without thinking I lifted my hand to his face.
“What’s wrong, do I make you that miserable? Do you hate me that much already?”
His mouth whispered the word “What?” as he moved his head from side to side.
“No, I don’t hate you Jemma, I don’t hate you at all.”
He grabbed my hand from his face and thoughtfully moved it into his lap, lacing his fingers with mine.
“Then what is it? Because I have to tell you that you are sending out some serious mixed signals and it is confusing as hell.”
Ford let out a deep breath. “I honestly don’t know where to begin so I will just say it. When I saw you downstairs with Raz I thought that you looked so damned familiar but when you told me your name I realized it was because you were familiar. I really am sorry that I walked away like I did. It is just that when I understood the connection everything came rushing back so fast that it damn near knocked me off my feet. I had to take a step back.” he paused and I shook my head not really understanding where he was going with this.
“Jemma, my name isn’t Ford, I mean, it is Ford but Ford is actually my middle name.”
Then he reached for the photo on his nightstand and turned it over to show me what lie inside. In the simple black frame was a photo of a little boy and his parents, faces I had spent many days with as a child. The faces of two people who were long dead and gone, Howard and Victoria Ackles, the two people who were murdered along with my brother, and my brother;s best friend Julian who I had not seen since I was a little girl. And then it registered in my head, Ford, Julian Ford Ackles.
It had been so long since I laid eyes on the man before me, a time long before the stubble on his face set in and his voice changed into something forceful and domineering. I looked up at him from the picture with tears falling down my cheeks.
“Julian” I whispered as he reached his hand to my face brushing my tears away with his thumb.
“People don’t call me that anymore sweetheart. When I went to live with my gran in San Juan I asked her to tell everyone my name was Ford. I couldn’t live with everything that had happened and I needed closure. So it’s Ford now if you don’t mind?”
Never taking his eyes off of mine I nodded with reassurance that I would keep his past in the past just where I wanted my past to remain.
Ford stood up off the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Wow, well….”
I stared up at him from his bed and cutting him off I took his hand and pulled him back down beside me. I don’t understand what came over me, maybe it was nostalgia. Julian was my first puppy crush; after he left, I was heartbroken and spent years longing to see him again. All I know is that I was overcome with a sudden maddening desire to kiss him. He must have felt it too because as soon as our eyes found each other again his breathing became heavy, my heart began to pound as if trying to push its way out of my chest and our lips made the connection.
Magically, it was as if the entire population of the world vanished before our eyes and he and I were the only two people left to inhabit it. My feet became light and my stomach started fluttering around like butterflies in lost in space.
Ford pulled away from my lips long enough to utter “You are not the same little girl I used to know.”
Then with a force I was unaware that I possessed I pressed my lips back to his, deepening the connection that was stirring inside of the two of us. Before we both knew it we were laying side by side with our hands and legs tangled up, our lips frantically moving together as if each of our lives depended on the other in order to breathe. Eventually it got to the point that a kiss was not enough. Not since the second night with Brandon had I felt so animalistic, only this time it was different. I was not closing a door, I was reopening one and this time the passion invaded the very depths of my soul on a level that could not be explained with mere words.
Giving into the desire I shoved Ford onto his back and climbed on top of him, grinding my body into his. He pulled my shirt over my head then sat up so I could help him out of his. I kissed him down his chest stopping just long enough to unbutton his jeans.
Once they were unzipped I climbed down and with his help yanked them from his body along with his boxers freeing his erection. I immediately noticed how long and thick he was, the sight of him seemed to bring my body to life in a way it had never been before.
He sat up on the bed and licked his lips.
“Stand up and take your clothes off sweetheart. I want to see every inch of you..”
I pulled off my boots and socks then unbuttoned my skirt and let it drop to the floor.
“Oh Jesus help me, you are beautiful!” he exclaimed biting his lip, letting out a deep breath. “Take off your bra and panties.”
He sounded as if it took every bit of air in his lungs to make the request but I did as he wanted. The throbbing of the warm heat between my legs was intense and I knew that if Ford did not take me soon every part of me was going to explode. For reasons I could not explain, I needed to have him inside of me. I stepped toward him but was stopped short by the dominating sound of his voice “Condom sweetheart, top drawer of the dresser”
I have no idea how he managed the thought, because there was no other thought in my head other than what I wanted him to do to me, but I am glad he did. I handed him the condom and watched as he unrolled it onto his massive shaft. Once in place he pulled me to him and into his lap, I followed his guidance, opening my legs and wrapping them around him. It didn’t take much for him to find his way inside of me; he was as hard as steel and I had been wet and ready since the moment we reunited.
He was so well endowed that it hurt at first but as he moved I moistened even more allowing our bodies to mold together like a perfectly fitted glove. I moved him inside out and of my quaking heat with the help of my hips while he worked his mouth over my lips, along my neck and down to my nipples where he flicked and played with them until my core began to tremble.
“Julian, I’m going to come.” I screamed barely able to force the thought but there was some alien part of me that had to communicate my need.
And come I did, harder than I ever had before. After my lips stopped pulsating around his unrelenting staff he flipped me over onto my back pulling my legs and feet over his head deepening his decent into my body.
“Oh fuck! You feel so fucking good sweet heart. Tell me you want me baby.”
My eyes widened as his thrust slowed down to tease me. I whispered “Fuck me Julian!”
“Who do you want to fuck you sweetheart?”
I gasped as he shoved himself inside of me with force and I screamed. I suddenly realized that I had been calling him the name of a boy he longed to forget but I so desperately wanted to know.
“Ford!” I screamed. “I want you to fuck me Ford.” He slammed into me again, over and over again and again and left me screaming his name as I my sex tightened, releasing my wetness around his shaft for the second time. A few seconds later I felt his hardness peak, he grew hot and with a loud grunt his body collapsed on top of me. I could feel the pulsating of his desire as he found his release inside of me.
Ford pulled his lips to mine without moving his still hard shaft from the inside of my body.
“You are so beautiful Jemma Hale. It feels so fucking good being inside of you.”
And with that I felt him get even harder. There was no way the two of us were done. We were getting to know each other again and the introductions were not even close to being over.
“More,” I whispered into his mouth. His body began to move again with perfect rhythm. We shut out every noise of the party happen
ing on the other side of his door and ended up giving ourselves to each other two more times before passing out in each other’s arms until we were awakened by a loud knock at the door.
“FORD, there is a girl out here looking for her friend. She says she was with a big black haired ape and as I am a stud and the rest of the guys are monkeys, that leaves you. Open up man!” The voice on the other side of the door pleaded.
Ford looked over to me and smiled. “Is that friend yours?” I nodded my head “Probably”. I was too tired, give out and perfectly satisfied to even dream of moving.
“Want me to get rid of her? I can take you home in the morning. We can have breakfast.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Perfect” I managed sleepily.
Pulling a towel off of his desk and wrapping it around his lower half he glided to the door. Ford muttered a few words then shut the door and locked it behind him. He climbed back into bed and after a few minutes of kissing me we were ready for round four.
Chapter Four
Ford and I woke up around eight and after fooling around for a few minutes we showered together and made our way to IHOP for breakfast.
“What yah having? Whatever you want, it’s yours” He asked.
We both ended up agreeing to the chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. We sat in silence not really knowing what to say after the extremely unexpected events of the night before. “It was good seeing you again Juli...I mean...Ford...Sorry; it’s hard not to call you Julian.”
A wicked smile flashed across his face, completely ignoring my slip up. “Good? I would not exactly say it was good to see you again Jemma.”
I frowned at his admission but he took my hand reassuringly.
“I wasn’t done sweetheart. There was nothing good about last night, last night was great, off the charts, out of this world, amazing, mind-blowing but nothing as simple as good.” I giggled like a twelve year old again and agreed with him.
“So what now?” I asked. “I mean, we really don’t know each other. Yeah, the sex was amazing but we don’t know anything about each other. I have never done anything like that before. Who are you Ford?”
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