His Nerd Girl (Falling for the Geek Girl): A New Adult Romance

by Lila Moore

  “Well, you show up on my doorstep drunk and looking sad. What’s going on?”

  Did I look sad? I felt as pathetic as those beta males I made fun of all the time.

  “I’m not sad,” I said too quickly to sound sincere. She nodded slowly, not believing me. “Okay. I am a little sad. It’s just that before we met, I thought my life was awesome.”

  “And meeting me made you feel miserable?” she said, half-joking, half-serious.

  “No! It’s just that you’re a good person, you’re happy. You make me want to be a better man. Things have fallen into perspective in a frightening way.”

  This was heavy shit to lay on a girl I barely knew. She was probably silently cursing the day she ever met me.

  “I’ve had too much to drink,” I admitted.

  For some reason this sent her into fits of laughter. “And I thought I was a lightweight. I’ve never been as wasted as you are.”

  “Hope that you never learn what it feels like.”

  We both laughed, then silence fell between. She stared at me from impossibly blue eyes. They looked as if they were lit by some inner spark of light. Her full lips twisted into a sly, little smile, as if she was hiding a secret. It wasn’t a malicious look; she always had a bit of mischief in her expression. It was what initially drew me in-that and the fact that her legs looked amazing in cutoff shorts.

  I found myself leaning in to kiss her. She didn’t move. Our lips met. I watched her eyes close as we softly kissed. She met my kiss timidly. I held my breath. I half expected her to reject me and throw me out.

  I broke apart from her. I could taste her lips on mine. I wanted more, but I didn’t want to scare Sage off. We might be moving faster than she wanted. I was drunk, and it was growing increasingly more difficult for me to judge Sage. Since meeting her everything I thought I knew about women had been thrown into question. My confidence with the opposite sex had been shattered.

  Sage leaned in and kissed me. Her lips parted. Desire erupted between us like a lit stick of dynamite. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her close. My tongue passed over her lips, slipping insider her mouth. A soft moan escaped between her lips.

  I slipped my hand up her shirt and squeezed her breast over her bra. Sage’s hand slid up my thigh and came to rest on cock. She caressed it through my jeans, sending liquid heat up and down my shaft. My cock throbbed painfully inside my jeans. If I didn’t get her out of those clothes, I was going to go mad.

  I pulled her top off. She wore a neon pink bra that squeezed her tits together, giving her nice cleavage. I imagined running my cock between her breasts.

  Sage was pulling at my shirt. I helped her out, blindly tossing it across the room. She stared at my chest for a moment before running her fingers through my chest hair and across my abs. She seemed to appreciate all the work I put in at the gym. My body didn’t matter right now, though. All I cared about was Sage.

  I grabbed her behind the knees and pulled, flipping her onto her back. She let out a small, excited scream. She started to laugh as I pulled off her shoes. She lifted her hips as I slid her skirt off. Her underwear didn’t match her bra. They were black with a narrow band that cut across her hips, then plunged between her legs, drawing attention to her pussy.

  “God, you’re sexy,” I muttered.

  Sage blushed and bit her lip. She looked so beautiful before me that it almost felt like a crime to continue. Almost.

  Slowly, like I was unwrapping a present, I pulled off her underwear. Sage wiggled her hips as I slid her black underwear over her legs. Her pussy was completely clean shaven. It was bare, pink and soaking wet.

  My cock pulsed, demanding attention. I pulled off my jeans and positioned myself between her legs. I saw her eyes drift over my cock. She started to squirm and bite her lip at the sight of it. I let her get a good look. I’m thick, uncut and bigger than most guys.

  Her hand came to rest on her breasts. She started to play with herself, squeezing her tit over her bra. I leaned over her and kissed her while I slipped a hand beneath her and removed her bra. I found her nipples quickly, running my tongue around her tiny areolas and biting playfully.

  She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me to her, as if she was trying to smother me with her breasts. I could think of worse ways to die. Not before I claimed her completely though.

  I propped myself up over her. She looked up at me from shiny blue eyes. She looked drunk, as if her arousal was a drug coursing between her legs and through her body. The only antidote was me.

  My cock brushed against the lips of her pussy. Sage’s lips parted; her chest rose and fell quickly. Wet, pulsing flesh swallowed my cock as I slowly entered her. The heat shooting from the tip of my cock to the base was electric. I could barely keep myself from cumming. I forced myself to focus. It was nearly impossible, especially when Sage started to moan. The sound was like Viagra to me.

  I pulled out slowly and pumped into her in gentle bursts. I was in no hurry to finish. I wanted to take my time and savor every second of her juicy pussy. More importantly, I wanted to make Sage cum like she’d never cum before.

  Soon we found our rhythm. Our bodies moved as one, pushing and pulling against one another. I moved in and out of her, relishing every moan that spilled from her lips and every pulse of her pussy around my cock.

  She arched her back; her eyes rolled into her head as she cried out my name. I wanted to cum so badly I could practically taste it. I wouldn’t let myself. Not until Sage came first. I tried to think about anything other than the curve of her breasts, her full lips, or her tight little pussy. It was impossible. I managed to hold out just long enough for her to cum first, but only just barely.

  Sage practically screamed when she came. It was music to my ears. When I pulled out of her, my cock was wet with her cum. We laid together on her couch, trying to catch our breath. When it became clear that neither one of us wanted to move. I pulled a quilt off the back of her couch and wrapped it around us. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.

  “Knox?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Will you put your cock inside me? I love the way it feels. I want to sleep with you inside me.”

  I turned her on her side, pulled her close, then slid my cock inside her. She let out a tiny gasp as I entered her. Then she settled in my arms. We slept all night that way.

  7

  I had the best night of sleep I could ever remember. When I woke I couldn’t remember my dreams, but I was left with a pleasant feeling, as if for the first time in my life everything was right. Then I noticed Sage was missing. I was alone on the couch. I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but there was a note on the coffee table. With a sense of dread, I picked it up.

  Knox-Had to head into work early this morning. Didn’t want to wake you.

  Call me when you wake up. –Sage

  P.S. Did you know you drool in your sleep? JK ;)

  The note was handwritten on Star Wars stationary. I smiled. Maybe life wasn’t so bad. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and checked my watch. It was almost noon. Last night played in my head over and over. I wanted to focus on my time with Sage, but images of wandering around the city flashed through my mind like a bad dream.

  I forced myself off the couch and went to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water. My mouth felt like cotton. As sweet as fucking Sage was it did nothing to prevent the brutal hangover from my careless drinking.

  I finished off the glass of water and poured a second. I decided to call Sage immediately. I didn’t want her to think I was blowing her off. I put on my pants and searched the pockets. Then I remembered that I’d tossed my phone into the street in a fit of drunken stupidity.

  I looked around. Sage didn’t have a landline. Even if she had owned one, I didn’t know her phone number off the top of my head. I had this sinking feeling that if I didn’t get in touch with Sage soon she would think that I didn’t want to see her again.

  It was almost no
on. I decided to head down to her office and ask her out to lunch. I’d tell her I’d lost my phone last night. She’d understand.

  I pulled on my boots and headed out the door. Her office was a short walk from her apartment, but I couldn’t stand the sounds of the city, or the blinding light. It cut through my head like a scalpel. I wished I had my sunglasses. I could barely stand it.

  I flagged down a taxi and had him drive me half a mile to Sage’s office. He looked bewildered as to why I’d have him drive me such a short distance. When I threw a hundred dollar bill at him, the look vanished. He was thanking me profusely as I slammed the taxi door shut.

  I walked into Sage’s office. The place was modern. To my left was an employee-only spa. A sign out front said: Massages by Appointment Only. My father’s company was a multibillion dollar business and they didn’t have a private spa. This place looked much smaller than my old man’s business. A lot of tech companies want to create an anti-corporate atmosphere, so they create perks for their employees like spas. What the employees don’t realize is that their boss’s motivation is evil. They want their employees to feel comfortable at work that way they’ll never leave. They want them to work inhumane hours and devote their whole existence to the office. At least at my dad’s company people work reasonable hours, go home and live their lives.

  Or so I hoped.

  In truth, I wasn’t sure. The daily ends and outs of my father’s company were a mystery to me. I was going to change that though. It was the time to step up and get involved.

  I was headed towards the receptionist when Ansel’s snide voice called my name. I regarded him over my shoulder. He ran over to me as quickly as he could which wasn’t very fast. He was horribly out of shape. He probably considered playing video games a form of exercise. I turned away from him and kept walking towards the receptionist.

  “I don’t have time for your bullshit Ansel. I’m here to see Sage,” I said, not bothering to look him in the eye.

  He grabbed me by the arm. I think he was attempting to spin me around and force me to face him, but he’s not that strong. I stepped dead in my tracks. I don’t like it when another guy thinks it’s okay to put his hands on me. If Ansel wanted to get knocked the fuck out, then he was well on his way for a trip to the emergency room.

  I stood my ground, only turning to glare at him. When he saw the look on my face, he let go of my arm. He reached into his pocket and threw several sweaty, wadded up bills at me.

  “You won,” he said. “You fucked Sage first. Congratulations.”

  I looked around. He was talking loudly. This was not something Sage’s whole office needed to hear.

  “Keep your voice down,” I hissed back. I didn’t bother to pick up the money; it fell to floor like garbage. “Pick that up.”

  “You pick it up.” His voice quavered like a boy going through puberty. I doubt Ansel’s balls had dropped yet, or if they ever would. He wasn’t man enough to stand up to anyone, let alone me.

  “The money’s yours,” he continued. “You won the bet. Our agreement was that whoever fucked Sage first would win two hundred dollars. There’s your money. So take it. Or have you changed your mind? It was your idea to begin with.”

  I rolled my eyes. This had not been my idea. It was Ansel’s from the beginning. I didn’t feel like fighting though. I just wanted him to fuck off out my life forever.

  “I never gave a fuck about the bet or the money, you pathetic piece of shit.”

  Ansel’s mouth took on a cruel twist. A sarcastic remark was on the tip of his tongue. I didn’t let him speak. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. Up close, he smelled like B.O. mixed with cheap cologne. How could Sage tolerate this asshole?

  “Listen, you dumb fuck, the fact that Sage tolerates your disgusting ass is an act of charity. You should worship the ground she walks on. I don’t want to hear another word about this stupid fucking bet of yours. You’re not going to say anything to me about it again and you’re sure as shit not going to tell Sage.”

  Ansel’s eyes darted around as if he was looking for help. No help was coming. No one would save him. It was just the two of us now.

  “But-but it was your idea,” he said again. “You were the one who wanted to make a bet about who could get into Sage’s pants first.”

  Why was he repeating himself? Didn’t he understand that I did not give a fuck about the bet? I tightened my grip on his shirt. Ansel made a choking sound even though my hands weren’t near his throat. His eyes were big and round; they kept darting past my shoulder. I didn’t want to cause a scene at Sage’s work, but this asshole had provoked me. He needed to learn his place.

  “Knox?” a soft voice said from behind me.

  I turned to find Sage. Her eyes were big and round. They looked glassy, but unlike last night, the glassiness made her look as if she was on the verge of tears.

  “Is it true?” she asked.

  Had Sage heard my whole conversation with Ansel? Fuck.

  “Sweetheart…” I started.

  “Oh God…” she said. She grabbed her stomach as if she was going to be sick. “It is true. I was nothing more than a bet to you. Is that all I’m worth? Two hundred dollars?”

  “No, Sage, of course not. This prick set me up.” She turned her back to me and started to walk back to her office. “Sage, let me explain. Ansel was the one-”

  A security guard appeared out of nowhere. He stepped in front of me, blocking me from following Sage down the hall. I tried to push him out of the way. He responded by pushing me against the receptionist’s desk. He was a strong guy. I could have taken him in a fight, but I didn’t want to get arrested. I needed to talk to Sage.

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises or I will call the police.”

  “Sage!” I called.

  She’d already disappeared around the corner. She wasn’t coming back. Just when I thought I’d gotten my shit together everything fell apart. Fear, rage and sadness raced through me. I needed someone to take it out on. With murder on my mind, I turned on Ansel. He was gone. Vanished like the craven little bitch he was.

  “Sir, leave now,” the guard repeated.

  I left the office cursing and filled with violent rage. Ansel had played me like a fool. Because of my own arrogance and stupidity, I’d lost Sage. The thought of her running to him for comfort made me want to burn the city to the ground.

  The look on her face was devastating. What if Ansel took advantage of her weakened state and forced her into bed? The thought sent a shudder of revulsion and rage through me. I turned back to the building. The security guard stood in front of the entrance with his arms cross in front of his chest. The guy was big. His biceps were bigger than mine.

  Fuck it. It was worth getting arrested if I could make Sage see that I never cared about the stupid bet, that it was all Ansel’s idea, and that I desperately needed her in my life.

  I ran at the security guard and threw a punch at him. He didn’t expect it. He fell back against the door, but stayed on his feet. Punching him felt like hitting a brick wall. The fact that he didn’t go down immediately gave me pause. He was a tough son of a bitch.

  He threw an elbow at me. It caught me in the jaw spinning me around. He used this time to wrap an arm around my neck and get me into a chokehold as he forced me to the ground. Two more security guards came running through the door. One held pepper spray in his hand. The other was on his radio, calling the police.

  “Man, why didn’t you just walk away?” the guard I’d punched asked. He shook his head like he was disappointed with me.

  Before I knew it, cuffs were put on my wrists and I was being thrown into the back of a squad car. I spent all night in jail. They gave me one phone call. I used it to call Sage’s office. I asked them for her cell phone number. They wouldn’t give it to me. I tried reasoning, then bribery. When that didn’t work, I begged. They still wouldn’t give it to me. I hung up and went back to my cell.r />
  I was in a holding room with multiple guys. Two of them were strung out on something. They paced around the room, yelling at imaginary people and screaming about how they were going to build a bomb and take out the police station.

  I didn’t care. Jail didn’t matter. These crazies didn’t matter. All I cared about was Sage.

  I spent all night trying to come up with a plan. I ran through what I would say to her over and over in my head. My thoughts kept being interrupted with rage against Ansel. I wanted to make him pay. This was all his fault. The more I thought about him, the more convinced I became that this was his plan from the beginning. By agreeing to the bet, I’d given him ammunition to use against me.

  Sage probably wouldn’t believe the truth, that I never saw her as a bet. I’d only agreed to it out of spite for Ansel and because I was drunk. Sage probably wouldn’t buy it though. I may have just lost her forever.

  Early the next morning, my name was called. It drew curious glances from the other inmates. They recognized my last name immediately. They had no idea they’d been locked up all night with a billionaire.

  I ignored their questions as a police officer opened the cell and let me out.

  “You made bail,” he said.

  I wondered who had bailed me out. For a desperate moment, I was convinced it was Sage. Maybe she wasn’t as upset as I thought. Maybe she’d figured out that Ansel was a creep. Maybe she’d thought about it and realized the connection we felt couldn’t be faked.

  “Who bailed me out?” I asked the officer as I quickly signed release forms and took back custody of my watch and wallet.

  “Your old man,” he snapped.

  My heart sank. My father was the last person I wanted to see. He stood in the booking room, looking disdainfully at the people around him. Their eyes were trained on him. It’s not often a guy wearing a thirty thousand dollar Rolex comes into the police station.

  I walked straight past my father without saying a word. I didn’t have anything to say to him. He chased after me. Cameras flashed as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. Paparazzi. My arrest was going to be in the gossip column of the society pages. Great. Just what I needed.