Chasing Fire: (Fire and Fury Book One)

by Avery Kingston

  “I suppose.” She pursed her lips. She grabbed a pen from her purse and pulled the cap off with her teeth, yanking Scott’s hand toward her. The touch of her soft skin against his made the hair on his neck prickle. She scrawled her number across his muscular forearm and signed the name Tori next to it, dotting her i with a heart. “This is my mobile.” Tori turned around and went back to her pool game.

  He sat with his friends and ordered another beer, but he couldn’t stop watching her from across the room. He could tell she was wild, but something about her captivated him. Maybe it was because she didn’t fawn all over him like other girls. Maybe it was because she wasn’t the least bit intimidated by him. Whatever it was, Tori wasn’t pretending to be something she wasn’t.

  He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number on his arm. He watched as she walked over to the table where her purse lay. “Hello?” she answered.

  “Tori, this is Scott.” He locked his eyes firmly on her. “You know, the guy you gave an ass-kicking to tonight at the bar.”

  “Oh, yes. I remember now.” She folded her arms across her chest and turned, and a slow smile crept across her face. “Isn’t there some sort of three-day rule guys have about calling girls?”

  “I’m not most guys.” He let that hang for a moment. “I was thinking I’d like to buy you a drink.”

  “Really?” She raised her eyebrow. “I thought you already bought me several. In fact, Scott,” she took a swig of her beer and stared at it, “this beer I’m drinking, I put on your tab.” She raised it from across the bar and showed it to him.

  I like the way she says my name.

  “Well you dirty, little thief. I think you’re going to have to find a way to pay me back.”

  Tori tilted her head and laughed obnoxiously. “Ok, let me see what I can scrape together.” She hung up.

  Scott continued chatting with the guys. When he looked up again, she was nowhere in sight. The little cocktease scammed him for the free drinks and skipped out. He knew she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her. Live and learn.

  He darted his gaze to the scores flashing on the TV. UT had kicked Oklahoma’s ass. He’d missed the entire game. Final score, 45-12. Hell yeah. Take that, Sooners.

  A hand touched his shoulder, and before he could turn, Tori’s raspy voice was whispering in his ear. Her long hair fell over his shoulder, causing a shiver of excitement to surge through him. The smell of her shampoo and perfume filled his nostrils. The scent was sweet and spicy at the same time, nothing fruity or flowery like most girls wore. It was dark, exotic, and sexy. His mouth watered, craving her kiss.

  “I’m putting my panties in your back pocket.” Her hand slid into the ass of his jeans. “You have until two a.m. to get them back to me. If you do, you will be paid back. Handsomely,” she added in a throaty whisper. “I’m in one of the freshman dorms on Georgetown campus. Good luck.” She patted him on the shoulder and walked out the door with her friends.

  Well, damn. She’d made her intentions clear.

  He looked at his watch. It was around eleven thirty, so he had plenty of time. Now he didn’t have to spend the next two hours chatting her up to get in her pants. He despised that ruse. It seemed Tori did, as well, which almost made him want to spend the next few hours talking to her. He stayed at the bar for another hour then decided to chase after her. She was hot, and it seemed like she’d be a hell of a fuck.

  He arrived on campus around one a.m. and found the freshman dorms easily. It was an old building with six floors to search. All he had was her name and what she looked like. It shouldn’t be too difficult to find her. A hot girl like her? Someone had to know where she was. It was a co-ed dorm, so access to the building was a piece of cake. He snuck right in behind a group of drunk guys coming home for the night.

  He asked a few people where she would be. Nobody seemed to know a girl named Tori. What the ever-loving hell? Was she sending him on a wild chase for nothing?

  He got to the third floor and leaned against the wall in frustration. He was about to give up until his eyes caught something. Across from him, on a bulletin board, was the college newspaper. Tori’s photo was front and center in a piece about the Art Club on campus. He yanked the paper down and skimmed the article. Underneath her photo, the caption read, Victoria Johnson. “Victoria,” he mumbled. Sneaky little gal gave him her nickname. He should have figured Tori was short for Victoria. He’d blame that stupidity on the liquor.

  This girl was making him work for it, just in her own twisted way. The game she was playing had his heart racing in anticipation, making it even more fun.

  A group of girls walked by, chatting in the hall. He grabbed one of them on the shoulder. “Hey, do you know this girl?” He showed the paper to her. “I’m looking for her.”

  “And why should I tell you?” she said suspiciously. “I don’t recognize you from this dorm.”

  He flashed a winning smile, popping that dimple that made the girls melt. “I have something of hers I need to return. I’d like to make sure that she gets it.” He added more of his southern drawl to ramp the charm up a notch.

  The girl folded her arms like she wasn’t buying it, but reluctantly, she gave in. “She’s up on the fourth floor. Fourth room on the right.”

  Scott folded the paper and put it in his back pocket, deciding to keep it as a souvenir—if nothing more than to brag to the boys about the night he was about to have with this insanely hot girl.

  “Thanks.” He checked his watch. It was one forty-five. He’d stayed at the bar for far too long, assuming she’d be an easy find. He darted up the stairwell to the next floor, found the room, and knocked.

  She answered wearing nothing but a cute pair of cotton panties and a tank top without a bra. She thrust her boobs forward, her erect nipples poking through the fabric. His pants grew a tad bit tighter looking at her choice of apparel. She leaned against the doorjamb with her hand above her head, which raised the shirt, exposing her toned tummy, belly ring, and rose tattoo scrawling her hip. His mouth went dry. Lord have mercy.

  “Hello Victoria,” he said, placing emphasis on her full name. He pulled the red, lacy thong out of his back pocket and twirled it around his forefinger.

  She smiled devilishly. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you I go by Victoria here at school. I reserve Tori for the special people.”

  “Then I guess I should be honored, Tori.”

  She opened the door all the way, inviting him in. He was tired of playing games and flirting, and she made her intentions clear. He grabbed her fiercely and planted his lips to hers, stealing the kiss he’d been craving all night. She didn’t object. In fact, she reciprocated by jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her tongue lapped across his, drinking him in as if she’d been wandering for days in the desert. He carried her over to the bed and threw her down on the squeaky mattress.

  He grabbed his shirt at the back of the neck and tore it off with a quick tug. She grinned wickedly, and heat flashed through her eyes at the sight of his muscular torso. Stripping off his jeans, he mounted her. His fingers wrapped around the bottom of her slinky tank top. He showered kisses along her belly as he lifted it, exposing her ample tits that were flush with desire. His strong hand cupped her breast and took her perfect, pink nipple into his mouth. Her back arched as she moaned out in pleasure. Tori discarded her tank top to the floor as he pulled down her panties with one swift yank.

  She grabbed a condom out of her nightstand, offering it to him. “Safety first.” She grinned. He obliged. It seemed Tori had been around the block once or twice, and he wasn’t one for taking chances.

  “Now, give me that cock.” She tugged on him.

  “Not yet.” As much as he was ready to be inside her, she’d been taunting him all night; it was time for him to tease her a bit. He reached between her legs. She was soaking wet. He started with one finger, then worked up to two, pressing deep inside her. She gaspe
d, her plump lips parting into a sultry moan as he finger-fucked her. He licked the thumb of his left hand, then rubbed her clit in circles, working her into a frenzy. Tori clung to the pillow and bit into it to muffle her screams as she writhed in his grasp. Her body quivered and shook under him.

  Now that she was completely sated, it was his turn. He thrust into her. Girls were always so much tighter right after they came, so his intentions were not completely selfless.

  She pulled him close to her, her bare breasts grazing his chest as her nails dug into his back. “Harder,” she urged.

  Oh, fuck yes.

  He rocked his hips faster, pushing in deep. He was not gentle, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. He grabbed a fistful of her platinum locks. She grinned wickedly in acceptance of him getting rough with her as he pounded that pussy with everything he had. As his climax grew close, he slowed for the final few thrusts, holding on to the last bit of pleasure. Tori clenched her pussy tight on his cock, which made him blow his load. His chest tightened as he turned his head and closed his eyes, the orgasm ripping through his body. She squeezed her muscles around his sensitive cock and he jolted. She grinned like a madwoman and laughed so loud it practically rattled the walls. God, he’d enjoyed her laugh all evening. To others, it may have been obnoxious, but to him, it was wild, free, and uninhibited. His body finally relaxed, and they collapsed in a sweaty pile on top of her small dorm bed.

  A content smile passed across her face. “You fuck better than you play pool. A lot better.”

  He chuckled. “How old are you, anyway?” He’d guessed eighteen or nineteen since she was a freshman.

  “Twenty.”

  “Did you flunk out of grade school or something?” he snickered.

  She slugged him in the shoulder and giggled. “I took a year off and went to Europe to study art, you ass.”

  God, that sounded so East Coast yuppie to him.

  “Damn, your folks must be loaded.”

  “Not in the slightest.” Tori gave him a fevered stare that said, don’t even go there.

  Scott looked at her curiously. College wasn’t cheap. “Then how?”

  She tilted her head to the side and was quiet for a long moment. Her brows furrowed as if she was waging some huge, internal war on what to say. “Dad’s dead, mom’s an addict. Thankfully, he’d set me up a small trust that my mom couldn’t get her nasty paws on. I used that. Got grants and scholarships here that paid for everything else.”

  Well damn. He was sorry he’d asked, and even more shocked at the response. He’d had her pegged all wrong.

  She pulled a joint from her drawer and lit it. “Want some?” she coughed as she exhaled.

  “I’ll pass.” He shook his head. Even if it wouldn’t get him expelled from the academy, it wasn’t his thing. He’d only smoked pot a few times in his life. Tori shrugged as if to say whatever as she inhaled.

  She stood and switched the CD into her stereo—naked. The sight of that made him almost want to go for round two with her, but he was pretty sure the girl had just broken his cock.

  Scott looked around the tiny dorm. There was another bed, but whoever shared it with her was gone for the evening. Her room was messy; dirty clothes were strewn about everywhere on her side. Even her walls were cluttered with charcoal drawings and paintings. Tori wasn’t a very tidy person. Her disheveled room was a far cry from his tidy barracks.

  Her hips rocked back and forth to the whiney music that sounded like it should be played in a hippie drum circle. “What the heck are we listening to?”

  “The Shins.” She sucked on the joint and gave him a side-eye.

  “Weren’t you playing Aerosmith earlier?”

  “I listen to a little of everything,” she coughed. “Depends on my mood.”

  “Art major?” He admired the drawings along her wall. She may be a slob with questionable taste in music, but she had talent.

  “How’d you figure that one out?” She wrinkled her nose as she took another hit and swayed to the melody. “Yes, I am. Haven’t decided what my medium is yet. I do a little of everything. Right now, I’m really digging charcoal and paint.” She waved her hand with the smoldering joint to the art on the wall.

  He turned his head. On the dresser was a photo of her and a cute teenage girl that looked like her.

  “Sister?” He wanted to know more about this girl.

  “Yep.” She walked over to her desk, still nude, and placed the joint on the edge of the table, making him nervous it would roll off. Tori didn’t seem to give a care.

  She picked up a drawing pad and a piece of charcoal, plopped into the chair, and propped one leg up, laying the pad across her thigh. Her hand scratched as her eyes darted back and forth to him and the paper. Every so often, she would stop and take another hit on her joint. He was suddenly very aware he was still naked and apparently, her muse. His eyelids grew heavy, and he closed them for a moment.

  He awoke to the sunlight coming through the room, unaware he’d fallen asleep. Tori was gone. She’d draped his clothes on the desk chair, and a pair of lacy, white panties hung out of his back pocket. Lying next to his clothing was her nude drawing of him, which was quite impressive, with a Post-it attached.

  Tori turned out to be the kind of girl he couldn’t hit and forget. She became an outlet, a release from reality, his fantasy. Tori was never clingy, nor did she ever try to tie Scott down, and wouldn’t have let him even if he tried. He found that wildly sexy, which made the greedy bastard in him continue to go back for more.

  It had been several weeks since their last hook up—six months they’d had whatever this thing was going on. He’d left the ball in her court, and of course, she never called. She always made him make the first move. He picked up the phone and dialed her.

  “Hey pretty lady,” he said through the line.

  “Hey.”

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “You called me, Scott.” She let out a throaty chuckle.

  “Busy?”

  “I’m on a date with a guy from my algebra class,” she whispered.

  “And you answered my call? Doesn’t say much for that dude.” Scott grinned in satisfaction on his end of the line.

  “He sucks. I’m hiding in the bathroom, avoiding having to go back to the table. You should come rescue me from my misery.” She let out a long breath. “Hey, I gotta run…”

  “Run or sneak out the window?”

  She laughed. “I’ll call you later.” The line went dead.

  Scott stared at the phone in his hand, and a smug grin passed across his face. She likes games, does she? Two could play at that. He took a stab and guessed she was at the coffee shop near her campus, where he knew she spent a lot of her time. He was right.

  When he walked in, Tori glanced his direction, catching his eye for only a brief second. She gave the dude she was with no indication she recognized Scott. Scott strolled by her table nonchalantly, faking a double take.

  “Victoria!” Scott bellowed like he had seen a long-lost friend. “Cousin Vic, is that you?” he said, pulling off his best Brooklyn accent. Thank you, Sophomore theatre class. Scott outstretched his arms, waiting for a hug.

  “Scott!” She stood, smirking, playing right along with his game. “It’s been so long!” Tori flung her arms around him as her hot breath whispered in his ear. “Such a bad boy. You’re going to get punished for this.”

  “I better…” he breathed.

  “Scott, this is my date, Ethan.” She motioned toward the man. The poor guy looked so lost and confused. Scott grabbed his hand and shook it heartily.

  “Nice to meet you,” Ethan said in more of a question than a statement, and his spine stiffened.

  “How long has it been, Vic?” he asked.

  “I’d say about three years,” she said without missing a beat. “How is your mother, dear Aunt Betty?”

  “Oh, Mom’s had her ups and downs. Mind if I join you?” He pulled up a chair as her date opened his mouth
to object, but there was no protesting Scott. Scott and Tori sat there for the next twenty minutes, carrying on conversations about false relatives, until her date finally gave up.

  Scott was a gentleman and picked up the tab. It was the least he could do since he’d intentionally sabotaged the poor guy’s evening.

  “You’re going to hell.” Tori fell against him in laughter.

  “Oh, you know you love it.” He wiggled his brows mischievously.

  “He was pretty terrible.” Tori caught her breath. “So, are we gonna do this?” Her lips curled into a sultry grin.

  “Let’s go see a movie,” Scott suggested.

  “So, you want a theater blow job again?” Tori licked her top lip.

  “No, I want to hold your hand and share a popcorn with you.” His brown eyes looked at her deadpan serious, seeing if she’d bite.

  “You’re so full of shit.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Scott, you know I don’t do dates.”

  “Then what was this?” He motioned to the table.

  “This,” Tori grinned slyly, “was me trying to get my algebra homework done. I suck at math.” She let out a defeated sigh. “I suppose I’ll have to find one of the other guys to do it for me.”

  “As I suspected.” He patted his thighs and let out a long breath. This damn girl had him right where she wanted him. “Alright, let me go take a piss before we head out, cousin Vic.” He smirked as he stood from the table.

  “Don’t ever call me Vic!” she hollered behind her.

  Scott sighed in relief as two beers emptied into a stream in the urinal. While zipping up, a hand reached up his chest. He snapped his head back, ready to deck some dude for getting too friendly, until he saw the shit-eating grin on Tori’s face.

  “Holy shit, Tori! Are you out of your damn mind?”

  She cackled like a crazy person. “Get in there.” She nodded toward the bathroom stall.

  She is bat-shit insane. And God, he loved it.

  Tori sure as hell wasn’t one for conventional fucking. The possibility of getting caught only fueled the fire in her. Their booty calls had consisted of having sex in a public park, in a dressing room at Nordstrom, and in a utility closet on her campus. She’d also jerked him off in the library on her campus, and yes, she’d blown him in a movie theatre. She kept him on his toes.