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I don’t know if I’d ever been brave before, but as we walked inside the frat house, I felt like a goddamned hero for even showing up.
I know that sounds stupid, but that shit was scary. Even though I was a bit tipsy (I’d snuck the fifth of vodka with me in my robe pocket and had a few hits on the way over from where I sat alone in the backseat) I could still feel my heart in my throat.
But I was so glad my friends were with me because without them, I think this bravery gig I had going on would’ve backfired the minute I got out of the vehicle. As it was, being sandwiched between Amy, who led the way, and Bodhi who was at my back, I was doing pretty well.
“Drink,” Amy directed once we were inside, having to yell this over the loudly thumping music that was playing, and I followed her through the crowd to a corner where several guys were manning a keg.
Since beer had made my shit list when I’d gotten drunk several weeks ago, I bypassed the cup that was offered me and pulled out the vodka bottle instead.
“Are you shitting me?” Amy snapped when she saw it and tried grabbing it from me.
“Just one more,” I explained, then took a huge gulp and gladly handed her what remained.
“Don’t get sloppy,” she responded but I could see she sympathized with me.
“There he is,” Bodhi said, his tall frame making him head and shoulders above everyone else and helping him see over the crowd. I looked up at him and he nodded toward his left. I know he saw the fear in my eyes because he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “You’ll be fine.”
“You will,” Amy agreed with a nod then put her hand to the middle of my back and gave me a small push in the direction Bodhi had been looking.
When I turned and looked at both of them, Amy smiled with a nod and Bodhi gave me a thumbs up, then I continued on my way to where I knew Gable would be.
I pushed my way through the crowd catching several guys giving me appreciative leers, and one even stopped me to ask for my number, which oddly gave me the confidence to stay the course and talk to Gable. I won’t mention the guy who tried to feel me up in between the confidence-building I was receiving, but anyway, as I made my way over, I saw through the throng of partygoers Gable standing where he said he would be, talking to two girls who were dressed like Playboy Bunnies. One was rubbing herself all over him and I noticed that he wasn’t denying her the contact. Jerk. And this gave me even more confidence to confront him because I’d had enough of his shit. He was a cheater and a jerk and a bastard and I was done with him. This may have been the alcohol talking, but at that point in time, I was finished with his hotter than hot assholish self. It may have helped too when I turned and tiptoed up to see Bodhi watching me from across the room giving me a nod.
I stood at the fringe of the revelers waiting for Gable to finish talking with the Playmates and was somewhat impressed with his costume. He had on a black, leather jacket that was tight enough that anyone could see that he was buff underneath it, the black hood on his head making him look a little sinister and the mask he wore doing a good job of disguising his identity. He wore black jeans and black military-style boots and of course, the bow and a quiver strapped on his back. I hated to admit it, but he looked extremely sexy and I felt my confidence waiver a bit. Just as I was about to turn around and go back to Bodhi and Amy, I was bumped into by a very good looking guy (from what I could tell since he was wearing a mask) who was dressed as a fireman and who immediately wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me into his front, and apologizing for running into me. He had gorgeous white teeth as he smiled down at me and I was just about to ask his name when I felt someone grab my hand and yank me away not only from him but from the slew of celebrants that surrounded me.
“Six. It’s you,” Gable muttered as he still held my hand but looked me over from head to toe. “Fuck… me…” he mumbled.
“In the flesh,” I replied, now feeling fairly bold at his reaction but also disappointed that he didn’t know it was me. But the vodka swimming in my veins didn’t let me feel that way for long. No, it emboldened me and I was glad. So I’d play along for a bit before spoiling it all for him. Whatever.
Gable stared at me for a moment before he spoke again. “May I?” he asked and I frowned not sure what he wanted. When his hand tugged on the belt of my robe, I knew he wanted to see what I wore, and what the hell, I knew I looked good, so I nodded.
I looked down to watch him untie my sash and saw his hand shaking a bit. Hm. He was nervous. Good. And that made me feel even more fearless, as if I had all the power here which was awesome.
When he got my belt undone, he put his hands inside my robe, opening it with the backs as he pushed them out to each side.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered as he saw what I was wearing. “Jesus Christ, Six. You’re fucking stunning.”
I smirked at him knowing he’d never get to experience all the stunning that came with me, which was a weird thought, but hello, vodka.
Then his hands slid all the way inside to the back of my waist and he pulled me into him hard, surprising the hell out of me.
“Wanna fuck you, Six. Damn. I think I might be in love with you,” he whispered into my ear.
And, oh, God, I wanted that so badly, wanted him to want me, wanted him to be in love with me that all my senses went on the blink and I whispered back, “Then have me.”
He stepped back and looked down at me, his whiskey eyes behind his mask penetrating mine making me suck in a breath at the lust I saw there. Dang.
“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me down the hallway into a darkened room, closing the door behind us. Then he was there, right there, his mouth crashing down on mine, his hands inside my robe, one gliding around my waist where he held fast, the other sliding up the front of my bustier to cup my breast.
And I loved it. Loved every bit of it.
My hands went up and pushed his hood down then my fingers folded into the hair at the back of his head, tugging, pulling, wrenching him tighter to me making him groan into my mouth. Then I lost his mouth as he moved it along my jaw, to my neck where he nipped at me, making me shiver against him. His hands then moved up to my shoulders pushing my robe down them and off where it fluttered to the floor.
I couldn’t see his face, only his outline from where he stood, but I knew he’d taken off his mask. He then unzipped his jacket and tossed it on the floor behind him and then I had him back, his mouth covering mine again, his tongue finding mine, twisting with it and making me moan. God, he felt so good pressed against me, his body so hard everywhere and I found myself pulling at the t-shirt he wore, tugging it out of his jeans then up over his head and off. My lips went to his chest, licking over what I knew were numerous tattoos that I wished I could see and ask him about, but it was too dark, of course, and what was now happening between us was too frantic, too hot and I was going to take all I could in that moment. A guttural sound escaped his mouth when my hand dropped down to brush over his chiseled abs at the same time my tongue grazed over his nipple then he’d had enough of my perusal of his body and was back in control, his mouth and hands back on me, seeking to give me as much pleasure as they could. He kissed the swell of my breasts as one hand slid to the back to cup my butt, the other running down my belly to between my legs where he curled his fingers over me making me squirm against him, my stomach flip flopping at the same time.
“Already fucking wet for me,” he said hoarsely as he slipped a finger under my panties to move slowly through the slickness. When his finger entered me, I dug mine into his shoulders and my head went back against the door as I gasped.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out, feeling my insides tightening as I headed toward a climax, his finger continuing to move inside, his thumb circling, bringing me closer.
Then his hand was gone making me whimper in protest, but then he picked me up, carrying me to the bed and setting me down on it where he knelt in front of me, removing my shoes then ran his han
ds up my legs over my stockings and to my waist to draw my panties down my legs slowly.
“You’re perfect,” he rasped as he stood, watching me as he unbuttoned his jeans then pushing them and his boxer briefs down and off before climbing onto the bed and pinning me beneath him so that he was cradled against my body between my legs, his weight on his forearms as he gazed down at me. When I felt him hard against my pelvis my hips tilted up involuntarily causing us both to hiss at the friction it created.
There was a small amount of light coming in through the blinds of the window, so I could see his face a bit although most of it was in shadows, but on it I saw an expression of pure desire as if he craved me, longed for me, his eyes burning into mine.
Oh, my God.
Then his lips came down to kiss me, and it was so sweet, so soft that I wanted to cry.
“Make love to me, please,” I begged shamelessly against his lips, so ready for him, tired of having waited so long for this, wanting him inside me now. Now.
He reached for his jeans to get a condom and I heard it tear then he was resting between my legs again looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.
“Been wanting this for so long,” he whispered, echoing my thoughts exactly, then he slid inside me smoothly. The moment he filled me I grasped his biceps, then cried out, coming instantly. “Baby,” he groaned as he started moving, filling me so fully each time he entered me my neck arched as I gasped at how good he felt.
He moved in and out of me slowly, thrusting in languidly, his eyes holding mine the whole time. “You feel so fucking good, baby. Been dreaming of this every night,” he said huskily, his head dipping down to brush my lips with his as his hips rolled into mine over and over again.
He moved his hands under my bottom and tilted my hips to his as he increased his pace, going deeper with each thrust, making my breath catch each time he buried himself inside. Oh, my.
“So tight, ah, fuck,” he mumbled as he continued pumping inside me, burying himself to the root on each drive forward.
And, God, this was perfect. It was everything I’d dreamed it’d be. And I loved him. God help me, but I loved him.
His hands moved from under me then found mine, and lacing his fingers with mine, he pulled my arms over my head where he pressed my hands into the pillow as the weight of his body covered me as he continued sliding in and out of me, making my back arch each time he moved inside.
“Fucking love this…” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear. “Wanted you forever.”
“Oh, God,” I gasped as, holy shit, I felt another climax building, and it was going to be big.
“I feel you, baby,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed to my ear. “Let it go, Priss.”
“Oh… my… God…” I breathed out. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!” And I was there. And it was big. My entire body locking up as the waves of my orgasm shot through me in white hot bolts of heat that seared my veins making my toes curl, big. Feet pushing off the bed, body arching up as I cried out, big. Holy fricking frick.
When I floated back inside myself, it was then I realized Gable had called me Priss. He did know it was me. Oh, thank God. Tears of relief rolled down the sides of my face, and I was so elated that it was me he wanted, me he’d dreamed about, that the beauty of it made me gasp out a sob of sheer happiness. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.
I buried my face in his neck and murmured, “Gable,” kissing him softly there and felt him tense against me and he stilled his movements. But after a beat, he pulled his head back and looked down at me, his face still covered in shadow so I couldn’t see his expression, but I just knew it had to be filled with warmth because I sensed it, literally felt in my bones and I knew that this was where we’d been headed the entire time. There was nothing between us now. No secrets. No lies. We were where we were supposed to be.
And it was heaven.
He leaned down and touched his mouth to mine then started moving inside me again, slow and easy, watching me, the delicious friction of his thrusts stirring my body again, the sensation growing with each roll of his hips. As he raced toward his own release, he started pumping more powerfully, faster, his hands clasping mine hard, pressing them deeper into the pillow, his body gliding against mine urgently, building the tension inside me until I cried out with my climax.
His wasn’t far behind as he surged forward with several jarring thrusts before groaning out a curse with his release then his body dropped, covering mine as I trembled beneath him.
Oh… my.
We both lay there breathing heavily, the rhythm of our breaths almost in time with the music blasting from outside the door. He let my hands go and rose up on his forearms, bringing his head up and I could see him smiling down at me, his face bathed in the glow of the streetlight outside the window then his lips were on mine, administering a mind-shattering kiss.
“Be back,” he whispered, then got off the bed, a shadow walking toward the adjoining bathroom. When he came back, he lay down next to me, pulling the comforter over us then wrapping his arms around me pulled my back to his front tightly, kissing my neck a few times before his head dropped and I heard his breathing even out.
Wow. I was in bed with Gable Powers who I’d just had sex with and who was now holding me in his arms. The me he knew was his pen pal. The me he’d wanted all along. And with a smile on my face, I too drifted off.
~*~*~*~
I lay with my face turned to the side on the bed, my arms splayed out to my sides, hands clutching the sheet, on my knees with my ass in the air as Gable held my hips and pounded me from behind. And it was amazing.
I wasn’t sure how long it’d been since we’d fallen asleep, maybe an hour, but the next thing I knew, I’d been awakened by Gable’s lips between my legs. And, my God, he knew exactly what to do with those lips.
“Oh, shit,” I’d whispered as he dragged his tongue over my folds then thrust it inside me as he sucked, licked, kissed. My hands were wrapped in his hair holding him to me as I unabashedly tilted my hips up and I felt him grin against me.
“Like me eating your pussy,” he mumbled.
I didn’t think he wanted an answer so I didn’t give him one which was fine because I was too busy panting, loving what he was doing to me. I then felt his finger inside me and when he moved up and sucked my clitoris into his hot, wet mouth, that was all it took for me to unravel right there in front of him, for him.
Good lord.
He’d pulled back and flipped me around to my stomach and that’s where we were now, him drilling inside me from behind, going so deep that I was making incoherent noises at each thrust, little mews of pleasure.
He leaned over me, his hand going to one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger and I felt the quickening inside me again.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered breathily when his hand moved down between my legs priming me for yet another orgasm.
“Want you to come for me again,” he muttered in my ear as he drove into me repeatedly and I didn’t disappoint as I exploded around him, my hands gripping the sheet hard, my head coming up off the bed as I screamed out my release.
Holy shit.
Then his thrusts became more forceful, shallower and I felt him go rigid against me as he came, his arm around me clutching me tightly, his breath on my back hot and fast. He fell to the side to his back pulling me with him and I lay with my head on his outstretched arm as we both breathed heavily.
“Jesus. That was beautiful, Six,” he said after a minute. His head turned toward mine, but it was still so dark, I could only see an outline of his face. Then he leaned in and brushed my lips with his then dislodged his arm from underneath me and got out of bed.
And that’s when my heart seized. Six? Why was he calling me Six again? I frowned as I lay staring at the darkened ceiling. He knew it was me. He knew it. He’d called me Priss. He knew. So why was he pretending he didn’t?
And, oh, God, I wanted
to scream at him for that. I wanted to tell him I’d made a huge mistake, a mammoth mistake by being with him. I wanted to tell him that he was a coward, that he was a craven prick who didn’t deserve me.
“It’s Scout,” I whispered, but he was already heading toward the adjoining bathroom to discard the condom.
Then the thought hit me that maybe he didn’t know it was me and that maybe he’d only been thinking of me as he fucked his pen pal, and had called “her” the wrong name.
And that thought was even more distressing.
I saw his shadow move toward me as he came back and got in bed behind me, wrapping his arms around me again and pulling my back to his front.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever had, Six,” he breathed into my neck, giving me a squeeze with his arms then he was out.
I lay there too shocked to wake him and tell him it was me, his steady breathing letting me know that he hadn’t a fucking care in the world while the lump in my throat was choking me as I lay there trying to figure out what to do. Wake him? Leave? Punch his fucking lights out?
I couldn’t believe he was still pretending that he didn’t know it was me and I didn’t understand why. We’d just made love (twice) but then he’d acted as if I were someone else.
Oh, God.
I lay there until I was sure I wouldn’t start sobbing (or punch his lights out) then moved slowly out of his arms, still completely stunned at his denial. When I sat up, I felt my brow wrinkle as my lips trembled at the sob I was holding back, and I had to bite my lips to hold it in. I got out of bed bending to feel around on the floor for my panties. Upon finding them, I pulled them on then located my robe, covering myself quickly, just wanting to get the hell out of there.
I found my shoes, slipped them on then fled from the room, dodging drunken coeds along the way, and made it across the hallway to the empty (thank God) bathroom I saw. Once inside, I stared at myself in the mirror.
“Idiot,” I whispered as a single tear wended its way over my mask and down my cheek.
God, I’d just slept with Gable, the guy I’d fallen for since, oh, who was I fooling, since possibly the moment I’d laid eyes on him, and then he’d gone and acted as if he hadn’t known it was me. And now I hated him.
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