Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys #2)

by K. M. Neuhold

  Now Eve looks truly surprised.

  “Asher, you’re a brilliant student, on your way to becoming a PhD student. And, you’re one of the kindest men I know. I think anyone who would just write you off as a druggie loser is really missing out on getting to know the real you.”

  Her words are so raw and honest that they tear my heart wide open.

  I crash my lips into hers, trying to pour every ounce of appreciation I can into it. She really sees me.

  My god this girl is a quick study. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth urgently, her fingers threading through my hair. She gently tugs at my lip ring with her teeth and my dick strains against my zipper. I probably was about sixteen the last time I had a proper make out session. There’s something fun about the fact that I know that this isn’t about getting off. Not that my dick agrees, but whatever, that fucker’s been getting everything his way for the past five years, he can deal with some delayed gratification for once.

  I pull back and kiss my way down her neck, nipping and licking her soft flesh. She lets out little gasps and quiet moans as I taste her. I reach her chest and I pull her neckline down slightly so I can just barely get to her cleavage. Her body stiffens slightly beneath me.

  “It’s okay, I’m just going to do something else that I loved to do as a teenager. Trust me?”

  She hesitates for a second and then nods in approval. I find an ample spot and then I suck it into my mouth. After a few seconds I pull back to admire my work.

  “There you go, Angel, your first hickey.”

  She gasps when she sees the dark purple circle on the upper part of her chest.

  “I did it somewhere that it’ll be easy to hide it, and it’ll fade after a few days,” I assure her.

  “So, I’m going to be walking around with a mark hidden on me that only you and I know about?” Her shocked look turns to a sinful smile.

  That’s my girl.

  I pull her mouth back to mine and resume our make out session. I want to commit the taste of her lips to memory so I can remember this moment when I’m eighty years old.

  “What did it mean when you said over the clothes second base?” She asks innocently.

  I can’t explain why, but something about her complete innocence has me fucked six ways to sunday.

  There’s nothing wrong with a woman trying to be sexy, but the fact that Eve doesn’t even know that she has sex appeal, just makes me want to teach her everything I know. I want to corrupt her and see how surprised she is to find she enjoys it.

  “Do you want me to show you?” I ask right before I carefully nip her earlobe.

  “Yes,” She gasps.

  I slowly place my hand over her breast, careful not to scare her. I find her hardened nipples through her clothes and gently tug at them. She gasps again and her eyes go wide, this time it seems to be a good surprise because she arches her back and presses herself more firmly into my hands.

  “Men are scum!”

  We jump apart as the door to the room flies open and Hadley, her roommate, storms in, apparently pissed at some guy. Hadley stops and takes in our disheveled appearance and the mortified look on Eve’s face and she smiles apologetically.

  “Sorry, you didn’t put a sock on the door or anything.”

  “Oops,” I mutter.

  Eve continues to look like she was just caught butt naked with a priest.

  “I’ll just get out of here,” Hadley says awkwardly, turning back around quickly.

  “Wait,” I call out. “It sounded like you were upset. Why don’t you stay, I have to be up pretty early tomorrow anyway.”

  That and there’s only so long I can take in one night without the risk of pushing Eve too far. I want to take this slow with her. I want Eve to feel safe. I want to experience all of her firsts with her like they’re my firsts too. Which means a cold shower is in order at this point.

  Eve frowns with disappointment.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow Angel, okay?” I kiss her cheek and I don’t miss the smile that spreads across her face as I do so. “Sleep well.”

  “Night.”

  Eve

  “Okay, you need to tell me everything about that,” Hadley insists with a gleam in her eye.

  “Not much to tell,” I say with a shrug, trying desperately to hide the silly grin that’s been threatening since our first kiss last night.

  “Oh please, don’t lie you bitch,” Hadley teases enthusiastically. “You and Mr. Sexy Tattoos were getting down to business when I walked in,” She accuses.

  “We were not ‘getting down to business’.” I put her words in air quotes with what I’m sure is a scandalized look on my face. “We were just kissing.”

  “Ah ha!” She shouts. “So that’s why you asked about the lip ring. I had a feeling when you two first started hanging out that there was something to that. So tell me, did you take my advice?”

  I can feel the heat creeping into my cheeks as I remember Asher’s evaluation of my kissing technique. ‘your work with my lip ring, mmm.’ tingles shoot through me at the memory.

  “Yes. And. thank you because he really liked it,” I confide.

  “Told you,” She smiles. “So, are you going to give him your v-card?”

  “Hadley!” I shriek and I toss my pillow at her.

  “What? I think that’s a valid question, because if you aren’t going to use that boy to his full potential you really shouldn’t let him go to waste.” She licks her lips like Asher is a plate of warm brownies.

  “So why are men scum?” I ask trying to divert the conversation.

  “Oh, well I spent the weekend in bed with Jake and I kind of thought we were connecting on a deeper level. Then all of the sudden he’s all, ‘that was fun, I’ll call you’.”

  “So, he’ll call you, what’s the big deal?” Hadley laughs at my apparently stupid question.

  “When a guy says he’ll call you, what he really means is ‘thanks for the memories now please exit my life without making a scene’,” She explains.

  “Well that’s confusing.”

  “Guys are all about mind games. They just say whatever it takes to get you naked and then you’re left feeling like a total idiot.” She groans and flops down on her bed.

  Her comments are similar to what Nikki, Lee, Abby, and Remy had told her that night at bar and a sick feeling is settling in the pit of my stomach. Is Asher doing that? I mean he said he wasn’t going to have sex with me, was that some sort of mind game to make me want to have sex with him? How would I find out?

  “How do you know if a guy is lying to get you to...do that...with them?” I ask cautiously.

  Hadley lets out a humorless laugh.

  “Their lips are moving.”

  “Seriously, how would I know if I can trust Asher?” I notice a slight quiver in my voice.

  “Honestly, if I were you I’d just be careful with him. He’s got a reputation for doing the old ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’. But, if you hold out he should stick around, at least for awhile.”

  I try hard to keep the disappointment from wrapping itself around my heart. I felt like Asher and I were really connecting, but everyone keeps telling me that feeling that way is exactly how you get tricked and heart broken.

  I roll onto my side and grip my pillow. It smells just like Asher and my heart rate kicks up at the recent memory of his lips on mine, and of his hands touching me through my clothes. Heat spreads through my body and I wish he was still here. I grab my phone and send him a quick text.

  Eve: my bed smells just like you, you should sleep here more often

  I wait several minutes for a response and realize maybe that text was overstepping the bounds of our relationship. Was it too intimate of a thing to say? Can I text him ‘lol’ and pretend it was a joke? My phone buzzes and I cringe inwardly.

  Asher: you don’t even realize how sexy everything you say is...goodnight angel

  Chapter 13

  Asher

  I’m in the middle o
f an epic boss battle in Dark Souls when there’s a knock at the door.

  “Can you get that Dex?” I call out, hoping my roommate is still home. Dex comes out of his room carrying his tote slung over one arm. He must be going to his mom’s house for the weekend to see his kid. He heads down the hallway and opens the front door.

  “Eve, what brings you by?” He asks in surprise.

  “Just here to hang out with Asher,” She answers innocently.

  My skin tingles with excited awareness and I lose the boss battle because all I can think about is jumping up to go to Eve. But Dex is still here so I play it cool, knowing Eve wants to keep things quiet. I sigh internally.

  Seconds later Eve appears in the livingroom, Dex right on her heels.

  “Hey, Angel,” I greet her with a smile.

  She grins sheepishly and seats herself on the opposite end of the couch. I frown at the distance and clench my fists so that I don’t give in to the temptation to grab her and kiss her stupid. Dex stands in the doorway for what feels like an eternity just studying us.

  “Taking off for the weekend?” I finally prompt, gesturing to his duffle bag.

  “Uh, yeah,” He sends me a warning glare. “I’ll see you Sunday night.”

  As soon as he’s out the door Eve let’s out a relieved breath.

  “I thought he’d never leave.”

  I lean over and wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. She giggles and nuzzles her nose into my neck. Fuck, this girl is wrecking me. And, I love it.

  I run my fingers through Eve’s long, silky hair before brushing it to one side to expose the soft skin on her neck. I bury my nose in the crook of her shoulder and inhale deeply. Her distinct lilac scent shoots straight to my dick and I moan softly.

  “Did you just sniff me?” She accuses playfully, turning her head slightly to try to look at me.

  “Mhm, you smell almost as good as you taste,” I inform her, placing kisses from her shoulder to her neck.

  A sigh of pleasure falls from her lips and it’s a Herculean feat for me not to grind my erection against her ass. It’s been two weeks since our first kiss and we haven’t taken things any further than (mostly innocent) make-out sessions.

  In my past kissing has always been foreplay, a means to an end, and hopefully over quickly so that we can move on to the more interesting parts. But, with Eve, fuck, I could kiss her all day. I never get enough of the sweet taste of her lips.

  I turn her face towards me.

  “How do you make holy water?” I say with a teasing grin.

  “How?” She smiles up at me, awaiting the punchline.

  “You boil the hell out of it.”

  She starts to laugh loudly and I take the opportunity to steal a kiss from her sweet lips. Her laughter turns to a little moan as my tongue sweeps across hers.

  Eve’s phone starts to vibrate on the coffee table and I growl with annoyance as she pulls away. She reaches for it and reads the message that just came through.

  “It’s Nikki, she invited me over to her place tonight for a girls night,” Eve says after she reads the message. She looks to me like she’s waiting for permission.

  “Sweetheart, you can do anything you want, I’m not in charge of your time,” I assure her.

  Sure, I’d much rather keep her all to myself for the whole night but I get that girl time is important. Then, a horrifying thought occurs to me; what if they somehow convince her that she can do much better than me? I mean, it’s only a matter of time before she comes to that conclusion on her own, but I’d been hoping I’d get more than two weeks of make-out sessions and chaste sleepovers. At this point I’m likely going to have permanent smurf balls, but it’s worth it to make Eve happy.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll go then. I work tomorrow night, but I’ll text you in the morning?”

  “Call me tonight when you get home, so I know you got home safe,” I request.

  She starts to get off the couch, I grab her arm and playfully yank her back until she falls on top of me. I grab the back of her head and kiss her deeply, massaging my tongue against hers pouring every ounce of passion that I can into the kiss, just in case it’s the last I get to have with my Angel. She’s breathless when I finally let her go.

  “I’ll talk to you later.” She gives me one more peck on the lips before getting off of me and leaving.

  Eve

  “Eve! I’m so glad you’re here.” Nikki shrieks, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

  “Don’t mind her, she’s already had a few ‘adult beverages’,” Lee explains with a laugh. Abby and Lee are sitting on the couch with a bottle of vodka on the table and low music playing from someone’s Ipod.

  “I feel like we haven’t seen you much the past few weeks. What have you been up to?” Lee asks once I’m seated on the recliner in the corner. I feel myself blush, should I tell them about Asher?

  “Not much, just school work and working at the bar.” I respond vaguely.

  “How’s Brahm?” Abby asks with ice in her tone.

  “Oh, I dumped him like two weeks ago.”

  “Thank you Jesus!” Abby exclaims in an evangelical impression that makes me laugh.

  “No Remy tonight?” I ask.

  “No, I guess she went with Dex for the weekend to meet his daughter.” Nikki explains, her tone makes it clear that the development is as surprising as it sounds.

  “Dex has a daughter?” I imagine what my parents would say about a young man with a child out of wedlock, but I push those thoughts away. Who cares what they would think?

  “I guess so, Remy just told me yesterday. I guess she’s around four. Remy says Dex is a really great dad.”

  “So are they dating now?” Abby questions.

  Nikki sighs and shakes her head.

  “She’s being difficult. But, hopefully she’ll come around, Dex seems like such a good guy,” Nikki says before turning to Lee with a wistful look in her eye. “Can we have a baby?”

  “How about we talk about this once we finish school,” Lee suggests.

  I must have had a look of confusion on my face as to how two women could have a baby together because Nikki turns to me to explain her plan.

  “What I want to do is get a sperm donor, then have a fertility doctor put Lee’s eggs together with the sperm, and put those embryo’s into my uterus.”

  “That’s so cool.” It’s so amazing to me how science has made it possible for them to basically have a baby together.

  “What about you Abby, is there a little one in your and Ethan’s future?” I ask.

  A look of horror crosses her face.

  “Good god hopefully not any time soon.” She covers her lower abdomen and shudders. “Besides with running the bar and all we don't have time to even think about kids anytime soon.”

  We all laugh at her theatrics.

  “Hey, would anyone be offended if I toked instead of drinking? I’m a little spent on booze, working at a bar and all,” Abby asks.

  Nikki and Lee shake their heads and Abby looks to me for any objection.

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “I want to smoke pot, unless it would bother you,” She clarifies.

  “Um, no, that’s fine.”

  Abby get’s up and leaves the apartment, presumably heading across the hall to her place. When she returns Ethan is trailing behind her.

  “Boo, no boys at girls night,” Lee hisses playfully.

  “Sorry, he saw my stash box and then followed me like a puppy,” Abby explains, throwing her hands up defensively.

  “I promise to leave after I smoke.” Ethan gives Lee puppy dog eyes.

  “That’s a lie, once you smoke you’ll be all over Abby. Then, you’ll throw her over your shoulder like a caveman and take her home to do god knows what to her,” Nikki points out.

  Abby and Ethan both smile dreamily like they’re sharing a really good memory. They probably are.

  “Do you think...I could...uh,” I gesture
at the box.

  I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be high. What better place to try it out than among friends? Everyone looks at me in shock but then Abby smiles mischievously.

  “Absolutely.”

  A few minutes later acrid smoke fills the room and my lungs feel a little like they’re burning, but my body feels like I’m floating and I can’t stop giggling.

  “How are you doing there Angel?” Nikki asks, using Asher’s nickname for me teasingly.

  I’m pretty sure her teasing would normally cause me to blush, but right now all I can do is smile.

  “So what’s with the nickname anyway?” Abby asks, passing the joint to Ethan.

  “Yeah, it kind of seems like you guys are doing the nasty,” Nikki says with a laugh.

  Okay, now I’m blushing.

  “No, we’re just friends,” I insist.

  “Then what’s with the affectionate nickname?” Abby asks again.

  “Well, the night he walked me home from the bar he asked for my number and I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him, then he said that I was too angelic to hit on anyway,” I explain with a shrug.

  “You told him flat out you weren’t going to have sex with him?” Ethan asks.

  I nod, which makes the room feel like it’s spinning. Ethan and Abby exchange a look.

  “What?” I demand, reaching for the joint that Ethan’s still holding.

  “Well, it’s possible that he took that as a challenge,” Ethan says carefully.

  “He’s been a good friend to me,” I argue weakly.

  Abby gives Ethan a pointed look and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch before meeting my gaze again. His eyes hold a clear apology for what he's about to say.

  “The thing is, Asher's been with a lot of virgins. I kind of figured it's sort of his thing, like he gets off on it.”

  Is it possible this is all a roundabout way of getting me into bed? Ethan’s certainly known Asher longer than I have.

  I swallow down the lump in my throat and nod absentmindedly.

  Asher

  A knocking at my door wakes me in the middle of the night. I’m surprised to find Eve on the other side of the door when I open it. My heart clenches, and all I can think is ‘please don’t let her be here to tell me that she wants to call things off’.