Chapter 1
Thomas The music isn’t the only thing in this club that’s hard. What, too much? Deal with it. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get laid. It’s a good way to blow off steam. Talking about steam … God, just looking at all these girls glistening with sweat as they shake their asses makes me horny. Time to find what I came here for. I slide through the people across the dance floor, tapping my foot a few times because the music is so damn catchy. They’re playing a good old 90’s song called “My Love” by Route 94, and I can feel the bass vibe through my skin. As I check out all the girls around me, I let myself go with the music, dancing to the beat. I glance around the room and spot a girl with a drink in her hand, dancing on her own. And not just any girl. That girl. The girl with the smoking hot body, barely hidden in a pink knee-length skirt and crop top, dancing on black leather wedges. Her bob cut hair, all shades of red, sways while she shuffles on her feet, casually sipping from her drink. Her eyes are focused on the floor, like she’s not even aware of the fact that she’s being watched. And oh … do I love watching her. After a few seconds, she sits down at the bar, taking a quick sip of her drink, while I sit down at the other end and watch her from the corner of my eye. She turns her head, and in an instant, our eyes connect. Smoldering heat. That’s all there is as the people around us dance, but I don’t even see them anymore. All I see is her. That girl … the girl I’m going to bang tonight. That’s what I came here for. Is it shallow? Maybe, but then again … nothing wrong with just wanting a fuck. And by the looks of it, so does she. Her eyes glimmer in the dark, a curious smile on her face. A green and purple flash of light reflects from her nose where a tiny crystal bud rests. I can’t help but wonder where else she has those. She sets her empty glass down, gets up, and turns around, but not before throwing a final glance at me. I get up too and follow her through the dancing crowd. She disappears behind a column, and I lose sight of her. No fucking way she’s getting away. I follow her trail through the club, passing through the crowd like they don’t even matter. I’ve seen many girls come and go, but this one, in particular, catches my eye more than any of the other girls here do. I don’t know. All I know is I have to find her. So I keep looking until I finally do. There, in the middle of the dance floor alone, she dances. Her fingers brush through her hair as she sways her hips, her eyes closed, focused on the sound of the music drowning out whatever needs to be silenced. Just the way I like it. I step closer until she finally raises her head and sees me. Her eyes, hidden under thick lashes, sparkle with enthusiasm as she looks up at me. She playfully bites her lip as I approach, and I reciprocate with an added tongue swipe. Her brow rises as I place my hand on her hip, pulling her closer toward me. She hesitates a second, but when the beat drops, her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she starts to dance. The friction between us is undeniable, her ass swaying side to side against my hands. I cop a feel, which she doesn’t seem to mind. We inch closer and closer, her eyes irresistible, but her mouth even more so. When our lips almost touch, her lips part. “Who are you?” she whispers. “Call me John …” I murmur. “John who?” “John Doe.” She smirks. “Your real name.” I twirl her around in my arm and lean on her shoulder, my lips dangerously close to her neck. She takes in a sharp breath of air as my teeth graze her skin, my breath probably already setting her on fire. “Do you really want to know?” Slowly, she nods her head. “Hmm … all right. Because you’re so curious. Let’s do two questions.” “Two?” “You ask me a question, I answer, then I ask you a question, and you answer.” “Okay. Who goes first?” she asks. “You.” I smirk. “Why did you pick me?” “I saw you in your high heels and your tight skirt. I like how you looked back,” I whisper, licking my lips. “My turn. Do you like to dance with strangers?” “Is that a real question?” “Ah-ah,” I say. “Can’t answer with a question.” “Okay. Well, then I guess … maybe?” “Hmm …” Her hips grind against mine as we lose ourselves in the music. My body close to hers, it’s almost as if we’re becoming one. We don’t know each other … and that makes it perfect. “My turn,” she says. “Do you do this often?” “Yes.” “That’s not really an answer,” she says. “Then don’t ask a question that can be answered with just one word,” I muse. She sighs. “You’re a know-it-all, aren’t you?” “I just like games and rules,” I say with an arrogant smile. “Last one … What would you say if I took you home tonight and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before?” She sucks in a short breath. I place a hand over her mouth. “Don’t answer yet. Dance with me first.” We dance some more, my hands incapable of staying off her. As I become heady from the lust, I press a soft, succulent kiss on her neck, which creates goose bumps all over her body. Her body melts in my arms, and my cock stiffens in response. “I can’t control myself …” I whisper into her ear. She twists around in my arms again, and we dance closer than before, my hands on her body in places they shouldn’t be. She leans in, so I go in for the kill. I kiss her full on the lips, enjoying the spicy taste of her drink. She kisses me back just as fervently, and I take it as a sign to kiss her harder, faster. I show her what’s in store for her if she goes home with me. And right when she becomes needy, I stop, pull back, and let her suck in the empty air. “Are you game?” I ask. “Yeah …” she mutters under a heavy breath. “No names. No numbers.” “Isn’t that dangerous?” “Fuck yes, it is.” “Hmmm …” A smile forms on her lips. “I like dangerous.” I grin. “You sure, redhead?” She grabs my hand firmly, which tells me she’s ready. And it also tells me she’s just as nuts as I am. Going home with a stranger to have sex with them is pretty much the most reckless thing you can do. But it’s also one of the most exciting things ever, and I know she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes. So I pull her with me, away from the crowd, and out of the club. I hail a cab and open the door for her like a true gent. I slide in after her and tell the cabby to drive us to my place. She sits in the corner, her fingers curling through her hair as she stares out the window. When I clear my throat, she looks my way. “You know you can say no anytime you want. Turn this cab around. You’d never hear from or see me again.” “I know.” She shrugs. I slide closer and put my arm around her. “Or … I can show you the night of your life.” She grins. “Now, you’re talking.” Minutes later, we’re stumbling through my apartment door, kissing and tearing our clothes off each other. Her kisses are reckless and wet and so fucking good that I can’t get enough of them. She struggles to breathe as my tongue dips into her mouth, and I circle around, wanting more. I pull her with me through my living room, and when only her bra and panties are left, I shove her up against my wall. “You ready for this?” I growl. “Yes …” “You sure ‘bout that? Things can get … rough.” “I like rough,” she hums, biting her lip again. Goddammit, it’s so fucking hot; I want to ravish her. So I press a kiss to her neck and suck, hard—so hard it leaves a red mark, and a short moan escapes her mouth. “I’ll hear more of those tonight …” I murmur against her ear, as I take her earlobe into my mouth and suck. “Give it to me,” she whispers. I nibble a little. “Oh, I can give it to you all right … but it’s gonna be my way only.” I cup her tit and squeeze, moaning as I take her mouth with mine. I can’t help it; I’m always a little possessive over the girls I conquer, but this one especially. I don’t know why, but there’s something about her … something mysterious that I want to discover. “You have courage,” I whisper against her lips. “Going along with a stranger, having wild sex.” “I’m just very naïve …” she muses playfully. “Or I just know who to trust.” “Do you now?” I raise a brow. “Well, you picked the wrong guy.” “Good. I like wrong.” Her grin makes me want to grab her and show her who’s in charge. But … I don’t want to push it … yet. First, she needs to relax. Maybe a good pussy tonguing will do. Then comes the hard fuck. I lick her lips as I pull her bra off in one go, which seems to surprise her a little. “Had practice,” I say. “I can tell.” “Is that wrong?” “I know I’m not the first …” She shrugs. “I like a man who knows what he’s doing.” “Good, because I sure as fuck do.” I kiss her and then lower myself until I’m right in front of her panties. I hook my fingers under the fabric and pull it down her legs. Her pussy glistens with wetness as I slide a finger up and down her slit. She shudders with delight. “How long has it been?” I ask. “You seem … nervous.” “Not gonna tell,” she says. “Hmm … You know I’ll want to make you tell me.” She licks her bottom lip, seductively gazing down at me. “Try me.” Oh … I will. I give her a wicked smile and then lean in, blowing hot air onto her eager pussy. Goose bumps scatter, and I take it as a sign to dive in. Her moans entice me as I lick her pussy, swiveling my tongue back and forth across her slit. She tastes so fucking good; I could do this all night long. My cock grows, tenting my pants as I suck her wet pussy dry. I fucking love the taste of her, and it makes me want to put my hands all over her. But first, she has to come. I circle her clit and press down, making her squeal with delight, her fingers scratching my back. “Fuck …” she moans. “I will soon, but I want you to come first.” “Like this? I don’t know if I can …” “Sure you can.” I grab her ass and push her up the wall, burying my face between her legs. “Just gotta let go.” “Jesus, where’d you learn to do that?” she moans. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to,” I mumble, and then continue eating her out. Her fingers claw at me as I push her to her limit, sucking and licking my way to her orgasm. I love the sounds she makes, interrupted only by desperate breaths and quivers. She’s unlike any girl I’ve had before. So inexperienced, but eager to learn. And it turns me on like nothing else can. My cock is about to burst from my pants, so I growl, “Come. Now. Before I shove my cock up your pussy and make you come.” “Fuck!” she yells. And I can feel her explode in my mouth. She quakes in my arms, her whole body rocking up and down as she grinds on my face. All her delicious juices drip down, and I moan from the taste. So fucking good, it riles me up like no tomorrow. I lower her and immediately smash my mouth to hers. She seems surprised, as her eyes are still wide open when I take my lips off hers. “Wow …” “What?” “I’ve never … come that fast. Or against a wall.” I raise a brow. “Never?” “Well, the rabbit did it once.” “Rabbit … you don’t mean like a vibrator, do you?” “Yeah …” She smashes her lips together. I laugh. “I’m no fucking rabbit, although I do fuck like one.” “I hope not. I don’t like vibrating sticks in my pussy, only on my clit.” I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. “Well, when I’m done with you, you’ll like anything I give you, wherever I give it to you.” “I’m already sold. I know you can fuck me the right way.” “What gave it away?” I smile cheekily. “Your arrogant talk.” She raises a brow. I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it because I won’t believe it.” She eyes me sideways. “You’re right. But your cock had better be just as good as your tongue.” I narrow my eyes. “They don’t call this the love stick for nothing …” She laughs, and when I hear her awkward snort, I laugh too. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “Don’t be. Kinda breaks the ice, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, except it already broke when you stuck your tongue in my pussy.” I wink. “And I’d do it all over again.” I swiftly spin her in my arms. “But my cock can’t wait any longer.” She squeals a little as I grab her hands and put them behind her back. “What are you doing?” she asks. “I like things my way …” I unfurl my tie and wrap it around her wrists. “And I like things tied up.” She gulps. “And then?” “Then I fuck your wet pussy from behind until I come.” “Hmm …” She shivers with delight. “Did I just hear you moan?” I say. “Maybe …” “You like being tied up by strangers?” I ask, pulling her bonds tighter. She jolts a little but only seems more excited. “Aren’t you scared?” “Do you want an honest answer or a lie?” I smile as I whisper, “You’re my kind of crazy.” She bites her lip, but then a gasp escapes her mouth as I smack her ass. “You know what else I like? This ass.” I slap it again, making her jolt up and down against the wall. “Fuck …” “Painful?” “No …” she murmurs, clasping her legs together, which tells me her pussy responds to the pain in a good way. Fuck. Could this girl be any more perfect? I don’t ever fuck a girl twice, but with her … I might think about it. “Good because I enjoy seeing a red ass. It matches your hair well.” I pull on her wrists and bend her over so her ass is pointing toward me. Then I zip down my pants and take out my cock. I pull a condom from my pocket and rip it open with my mouth, spitting away the plastic as I wrap the latex around my hard-on. As my tip touches her entrance, she hisses a little, almost like she’s preparing for me to thrust. But I don’t like it when she’s prepared. I slide my cock along her slit, extending the time she’ll have to wait. Her moans grow increasingly louder as I tease her to the limit. My balls are bursting with cum, but I can wait … until she least expects it. One hard smack to the ass has her almost standing straight again, but I push her back down. “Don’t move,” I growl. “Take it like a good girl.” “You’re one kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?” I smack her other ass cheek. “That’s for the filthy talk.” “Oh … so you like to punish, huh?” I fondle her clit while my cock is still erect against her pussy. “As I said, I like to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck you without having to control myself.” “Don’t …” she murmurs. “Don’t what?” “Don’t hold back.” Fuck. Me. Now, she’s gone and done it. Without saying a word, I thrust into her pussy completely, making her gasp out loud. A cry follows as my cock pulses inside her, and then I pull out again … only to thrust again. I repeat this over and over again, fully claiming her pussy, her moans and gasps filling the room. “Louder,” I growl, as I pump into her. “I want to hear you scream.” “Fuck!” she yells. I slap her ass again, the sudden sizzle making her jolt up. I use the opportunity to grab one of her tits and toy with it, taking her nipple between my index finger and thumb, rolling it around. Her body is hot against mine, sweat dripping down her back as I fuck her hard and without mercy. She knows as well as I do how reckless this is. But nothing’s more exciting than being reckless, especially when it comes to sex. “Please …” she moans. “Please, what?” I pant into her ear. Fondling her tits makes her pussy thump, and I get the sense that she’s close. So I hold her wrists as reins as I fuck her from behind as fast and hard as I can. My own release isn’t the only thing I’m seeking. I want her to make me come. I flick her clit while ravaging her. “Don’t fight it. Come from my cock fucking your tiny hole, girl.” “Oh, god …” she moans, her pussy tightening around me. “Yes, come all over me,” I growl. When I feel it, I combust. A loud, drawn-out roar emanates from my mouth as I plunge into her, feeling her clamp around me. My seed jets out in a seemingly never-ending spurt. My toes curl from the intensity, my nails digging into her skin as I hold her wrists tight. When my cock deflates, I pull out and lean against her back, panting heavily. “Wow …” she murmurs. I press a soft kiss to the back of her neck and then untie her wrists. “Thanks,” she says. “My pleasure. Literally.” I smirk as I take off the condom, tie it in a knot, and throw it in the bin. I zip up again as she pulls up her panties and plucks her bra from the floor. “What now?” she asks. “Now … nothing.” I shrug as I walk to my kitchen and start some coffee. She keeps looking at me, a bit befuddled. “You’re welcome to shower,” I add. “Thanks.” She nods, and then saunters off. She opens a door, and I immediately hear lots of clattering sticks and metal. “The other door,” I say. “Oops. Sorry.” She laughs, and I hear her try to pick them up. “No worries.” “Right.” She clears her throat. “I broke your broom. What do you want me to do with it?” She shows me two ends of a stick, one still has the brush on it. I smirk to myself as my mind overflows with things to say, and I pick the most horrible one. “Paint it pink and tape a vibrator to it.” She makes a weird, creeped-out face, followed by an annoyed one. I open my mouth to tell her to throw it away instead, but she responds. “Don’t dare me because I will do it.” I shrug, smiling. Guess I don’t even have to bother. “Cool. Keep it then.” She narrows her eyes and then storms off. After a few seconds, I hear the shower running, and I smile to myself. I don’t think this girl really knew what she was doing, after all. She seems clueless, yet it’s kind of endearing too. Not that it matters because I probably won’t ever see her again. When she’s done showering, I place two cups of coffee on the counter and wait for her to step out. She’s still in her bra and panties as she walks over to me. “Don’t want to put your clothes back on?” I ask, raising my brows. “Too hot.” “Then I guess you don’t want this either.” I attempt to pull the cup of coffee away, but she grabs it before I can. “I’ll take it,” she muses, our eyes locking for the first time since we had sex. She blushes and pulls the cup away, almost as if she’s afraid to touch my fingers. I sigh. Time to pull out the big guns. “Look, I know this is awkward, but it doesn’t have to be,” I say. “It was just sex.” “Just sex,” she repeats as if it’s a mantra to herself. “Right, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “Meaningless sex.” Her eyes drift off a little as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good,” I say, taking a sip too. “You tell me.” She glances at me and then looks away again. “Or not. It doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t regret it.” “No,” she says, looking straight at me. “I don’t regret it. It’s just … the first time I’ve ever done this.” “What? Just sex?” “Yeah. Just sex. No boyfriend. No date. No nothing.” I smile as I put my cup down. “And did you like it?” A wicked, dirty smile creeps onto her lips. “A lot.” I grin. “Good. Just remember that.” After she drinks her coffee, she gets up and collects her clothes, putting them on again with ease. I watch her from a distance as she makes her way to my door. I hesitate to follow her and open it for her, but I know it’ll only make it more difficult, so I don’t. “Thanks for the coffee,” she says as her hand rests on the door handle. “And for the sex. Oh, and for the broom, of course.” She grins playfully as she grabs the broken broom off the floor. I laugh and wink. “You’re welcome, I guess.” She nods, flicking her hair back as she opens the door. “See ya. Or not.” “Or not,” I repeat. Not is what I usually say … but, for some reason, looking at her leave gives me the shivers. Like I’m supposed to say something. Like I’m supposed to make her stop and ask for her number. Or at least ask her to come back sometime. I don’t know why. I never have this thought with any girl. But then the moment disappears as she closes the door behind her and sucks all the hotness out of the room in an instant. I walk to the door and listen as she walks away. Her wedges are the last thing I hear clicking in the dark before I turn around and walk away, repeating my mantra over and over in my head. Walk away, Thomas, walk away. Don’t get attached. Don’t ever get to know them. Don’t ever fall in love again.
Chapter 2
Hailey I tiptoe into my dorm room and close the door without making a sound. My roomie, Lesley, is sprawled facedown on her bed. One of her feet almost touches the floor, and I can hear her snore. Containing my laughter, I go to my bed and quickly undress to hop under the warm blanket. Smiling to myself, I can’t stop thinking about what I just did. Sneaking out to dance in the middle of the night. It’s so not what I usually do, but it was definitely worth it. Fuck. I just fucked. For the very first time. And Jesus, it was just as amazing as Lesley says it is. Although I don’t think she got tied up. Or tongue-fucked right before. God, it was amazing, and all I wanna do is scream, but that would make me an asshole for waking her up, so I don’t. I’m no longer a freaking virgin. Fucking finally. *** The next morning I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well. At least not while sleeping with that snore whore next to me. I smile stupidly as I put on my clothes and look at myself in the mirror, thinking ‘fuck yeah, this bitch got laid!’ Then I pack my bag for the first day of the second semester at college. Yes, I know it’s seriously fucked up, but I really didn’t wanna end up in class being the only virgin. And I can now honestly say I am in love with dick. Maybe I’ll become a junkie. Beats getting drunk at a party any day. I look in our private bathroom, trying to find Lesley, but she seems to have disappeared on me. “If you aren’t coming back, I’m going without you, Les,” I shout. Then I turn around and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Right as I try to leave through the door, it slams in my face. “Why?” Lesley’s behind the door. With my vibrator in her hand. “Why?” She jiggles it like it’s fucking jelly. “Why what? Why the fuck are you holding Mr. Pink?” “Mr. Pink?” She snorts. “That’s what you call him?” “You’re just fucking jealous.” I try to snatch it away from her. “Get your own.” “Ew, I don’t want your stinky stick.” She only holds it with her index finger and thumb now, swaying it back and forth but still keeping it away from me. “Then give it back.” “No, not before you tell me. Why … was this not under your bed?” she asks. I frown. “What?” “It’s always under your bed. I know you’re a vib-whore. You use this thing on a daily basis.” “What? Nah …” I try to hide my blush by reaching for the vibrator, but it isn’t working. “Yeah, you do. I can hear the noise.” She raises her brow. “The thing is … I didn’t last night.” “So?” I put my hand against my side. She narrows her eyes at me. “You weren’t here last night …” “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.” “Spill it!” she says, pointing the vibrator at me like it’s some sort of correctional tool. “Fuck no, my business.” “You’re glowing … You’re hiding something. Friends don’t hide stuff …” she says. “I’m not letting you leave.” “We’ll miss class,” I say, folding my arms. She shrugs. “Don’t care.” “First day? Hello?” She shrugs again. I sigh. “Fine! I was out. Happy now?” She pouts. “Without me? You never go without me. Oh, no … don’t tell me it’s because of your mom … What happened?” I shake my head. “No, it’s not because of my mom. I just wanted to see what it was like on my own.” Now, I feel guilty. She shakes her head. “Idiot. You could’ve been drugged.” “I know, and I’m sorry; it was stupid.” “Damn right. Why’d you go alone?” “I just wanted to dance with some guys without making a scene—” “You mean, without me cock-blocking you. Yeah, I get it.” She shrugs. “No, not like that … I just didn’t want you to be left alone in there while I went off with some dude.” “Oh … that’s it.” She grins from ear to ear. “You actually managed to hook up with a guy, didn’t you?” My eyes widen. “How do—” Her jaw drops. “Oh, my god …” Shit. She lured it out of me. “Fuck you!” I smack her on the arm. “I didn’t think you’d actually admit it so fast. Oh, my god! You were with a guy!” “Not. That. Special.” I smack her again. “It is when you were there in the middle of the fucking night. Yeah, I heard you sneaking in.” “So?” “You did it, didn’t you?” she says, almost hanging on my lips for the answer. “If I tell you, will you shut up?” “Maybe.” I roll my eyes. “Yeah, we fucked.” “Fuck, yes!” she screams. “Finally! I’m not alone anymore.” I shake my head. “Oh, Jesus.” “What? It’s lonely in ho-land. Now, I’ve finally got my best friend with me.” She hugs me tight. “So how was it? And who? Where? Tell me everything.” “We have ten minutes to get to class!” I say. “So? Just tell me the small details. Quick.” She pokes me with the vibrator. “We’re not leaving. This is too important. Spill it.” “Fine.” I laugh a little. “He was a bit older than me, but not much.” “How old?” “I don’t know … maybe twenty-five?” “How can you not know?” She makes a face. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know anything about him? What about his name?” I shake my head. She looks at me as if I’ve been smoking crack. “Are you insane? You slept with a dude for the first fucking time, and you don’t even know his name? You gave away your fucking virginity to a random stranger?” “That pretty much sums it up.” I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.” “Of course, it is!” She grabs me. “You finally lost your V-card.” “I don’t want it to be a big deal. That’s why I did it. I just wanted to do it. That’s it.” “Damn, girl …” She lets out a short gasp. “Can’t believe it.” She makes a sad face. “My little Hailey, all grown up.” I wave away her hand as she tries to pat me on the head. “Fuck you, Les.” “Oh, c’mon. I’m just proud of you. And I can’t believe you did something that dangerous.” She puts her arm around my shoulder. “Sneaking off with some random stranger. Was it good?” I smile just thinking about it. “Oh, yeah … good.” “Like good good? Like so good Fabio would be jealous of our fuck that came straight out of a romance novel or Gooooooood so fucking good I just came from his voice alone?” She fans herself. “Last one.” I smirk. She squeals. “Where’d you guys meet?” “Just a club …” “Why didn’t you bring me? Maybe he could’ve introduced me to some of his friends.” “We were both alone.” “So he was on the lookout for a chick to bang. I get it. Nothing wrong with that.” “Exactly,” I say. “We just wanted to fuck. End of story.” “Except it was your first time. Well done, girl.” She kisses me on the cheek. “Feel any different?” “No, not really. I thought I would … but I don’t.” “Heh, that’s what we all think. Just revel in the fact that your banging was awesome. Not all of us are so lucky.” She jiggles Mr. Pink back and forth again. “Right, Mr. Pinky-Dink?” “Oh, fuck off.” I snatch the vibrator from her hand and throw it backward onto my bed. “Let’s just fucking go and get this first day of second semester over with.” “Fine, fine, but after class, can we look him up on Facebook? Please?” she begs. “No. Besides, I don’t know anything about him. I wouldn’t even know where to start.” “Fuck. Such a shame if he was that good.” “I have nothing to compare it with, but what I can tell you is that he was much better than any of the boys who ever tried to touch me there. Or anywhere, for that matter.” “Well, good; you seemed like you needed it, from the number of batteries you’ve wasted on Mr. Pinky-Wink.” She pokes me in the side and grins. “Now, let’s go troll some classes.” *** Minutes later We shuffle into class behind all the other students and sit down on two seats at the end of the second to the last row. The class is noisy—a lot of students chatting and some even throwing stuff around. “Jesus, they’re so loud,” Lesley shouts. “I know, right?” I yell back. “I wonder where the teacher is.” She stands up and looks around, gaping at all the doors, but only students seem to pour in. Then a girl sitting a few rows in front of us draws her attention. “Layla!” She waves and the girl gets up to shout back. I start unpacking my books while Lesley continues to shout back and forth with the girl. I won’t butt in since I don’t know Layla. Besides, I like being in my own little bubble from time to time. Suddenly, the door slams and a draft of air swooshes through as a man in a suit passes my seat. I look up as he saunters down the steps, the room growing quiet with his arrival. Lesley sits down as the man apparently has the ability to silence every student in the room just with his presence. She pokes me in the side with her elbow and nods at him. “Nice ass,” she whispers to me. “For a teacher.” I grin and shake my head. The man sets his briefcase down next to the table in the middle of the room and walks to the whiteboard. He picks up a marker and starts writing. I can literally hear the swipes. It’s that quiet as he writes down the name of his class. Hospitality & Marketing Basics Meanwhile, the class has become a little noisy with whispers, and I catch some from the seats above. “He’s the new professor, isn’t he?” “Yeah, he looks so handsome!” someone whispers. “He can hear you,” another one says. The man suddenly slams his marker back on the board, making me jolt in my seat. The room is completely quiet again. That’s when he turns around. “Welcome to class, everyone. My name is Thomas Hard, and I’ll be teaching you how to market your business or product, and how to keep your customers very, very happy.” My classmates are giggling at his name, but I can’t. I’m nailed to my seat, frozen, as I stare at the man in front of me. That man … Sexy as fuck. Hair short, slick, with just the right amount of edge. Scruffy jaw, cut to perfection. Plump, lickable lips shaped in a small but tempting smile. Buffed, but not too buff, and all suited up. Completely different from what I remember. I suck in a breath as his eyes go around the class. I can’t look away, even though I want to. Desperately. Especially when his navy-blue eyes lock with mine. Fuck no. I scramble my books together and shove them back in my bag, leaving a few pens behind as I jump up from my seat. “Where are you going?” Lesley asks. “I gotta go.” I rush up the steps, and the students I pass suddenly look at me instead of him, but I don’t care. I storm out the door without looking back. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I run away as far as I can until I’m alone in a hallway, where I prop myself up against a pillar and drop my bag on the floor. My heart is racing. My eyes are closed. I can’t unsee what I just saw. That man … it’s him. The man I had sex with last night is my teacher.
Chapter 3
Hailey I go into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. God, I look like a fucking mess. I turn on the faucet and stick my hands under the water. They’re shaking. I quickly splash my face with the cold water, hoping it’ll rinse away the shame. It doesn’t. It’s almost as if it’s visible on my face. Like you could literally walk up to me without knowing me and say, ‘Hey, you’re that girl who slept with her professor without knowing it, aren’t you?’ I’m now that girl. That girl who not only spent her first fuck on a man she never met … but did it with her professor. That girl who royally fucked up. Fucking hell. I slap myself in the face and murmur, “Get a hold of yourself, Hailey.” I don’t know why, but it helps. No one knows we did it. Lesley knows I fucked some random dude, but she doesn’t know it was him. But fuck, I hope none of this gets out because that would mean the end of my staying-low-at-school style. Yes, I might be the red-haired girl, the nose-piercing girl, the vibrator-under-the-bed girl, the girl who loves ice cream and rock music, who likes glitter, unicorns, and rainbows and black all together, the girl who’s a mess and a mesh of all things both disgusting and fancy. But I like who I am, and I like my privacy. So I need to make sure I keep my shit private. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I storm outside. I find a nice spot near a tree and take a packet of cigarettes from my pocket. I light one up and take a much-needed smoke break. Then I put my earbuds in and listen to “Kitty Hawk” by Ki: Theory. I stay here for a good half an hour, enjoying a bottle of orange juice while reading a magazine. I know, corny, but I have to do something to take my mind off the whole thing, and I know going back to my dorm room won’t help. I hear shuffling behind me in the sand, and when I turn my head, someone shouts in my face. “Where the fuck did you go?” Lesley asks. “Here,” I say, smiling like an idiot. She smacks me on the head with an empty bottle of water. “Asshole. You left me in there. Alone.” “You have plenty of friends.” “So? You’re my best friend. You can’t just storm out. We were in the middle of class.” I shrug. “I felt sick, so I went to the bathroom,” I lie. Best friend. What does that mean when I lie to her face? I don’t even know anymore. We used to be so close, since way back when we met on the first day of college. If I knew then that I’d be lying to her face, I’d have punched myself. But I can’t exactly tell her the truth either. What I did with Thomas was a big fat no-no. I can’t tell anyone. Not even her. I don’t want her to know. Yet. Maybe not ever. I don’t know. This isn’t just something you tell someone while you’re casually sitting under a tree. “And what the fuck is that?” She snatches the magazine from my hand. “Playboy?” “Found it in the trash.” “Trash? You’re outta your mind.” She throws it back at me. “What? I just needed some distraction. It wasn’t covered in filth or anything … except on the inside.” I grin. “You’re a lunatic,” she says, sitting down beside me. “And proud of it.” “So you ran out because you needed to puke? I don’t believe it. You never get sick on the first day. You’re never nervous.” “Today, I was. I can’t help it. Can we just talk about something else?” “As long as you promise me this isn’t because of your mom.” “It isn’t.” “Are you sure?” She places a hand on my shoulder. “Because you know you can tell me everything, right?” “Yeah … No, it’s not my mom. I promise.” “Okay. So you left class because you were sick. Were you too embarrassed to come back?” I look at her, nodding. “Yeah.” “I get it. Everyone was looking at you when you rushed out.” I groan, palming my face. “Please don’t remind me.” She laughs a bit. “It’s okay. No one will remember. They all only had eyes for the teacher. He’s freakishly hot.” “Tell me about it …” I say, choking up a little at the thought of seeing him again. “Just as long as you don’t leave me in there again. We’re best friends. Best friends stick together.” She rubs me and then gets up again. “Wanna get a Blizzard at Dairy Queen?” “Fuck, yes,” I say, as I get up from the ground and brush the dirt off. “No fucking sickness can stop me from licking that ice cream.” She grins. “Nothing stops you from licking ice cream. I’ve seen you lick it off some guy’s abs at a party. You’d do pretty much anything for it.” “Damn right, I would. And who cares about abs anyway? I just wanted the ice cream.” She holds up her hand. “High five!” And I slap hers. “Now, let’s go get some ice cream.” *** That same night Hours later, Lesley drags me to a club, but when I see where she’s taking me, I stop in my tracks. “Oh, no … I’ve changed my mind.” “Why?” She grabs my hand. “Nothing’s wrong with this place.” “I know. I’m just … Can’t we just go watch a movie or something?” She seems flabbergasted, but then she laughs. “Stop joking around. Let’s go have some fun. You obviously need it.” I guess that’s what happens when you tell your best friend you got sick from being nervous. Of course, it’s a lie, but she doesn’t know, and she thinks this place will make me relax. Unfortunately, it’s the same place I met Mr. Thomas Hard. “C’mon, it can’t be that bad,” she says, pulling me along. “I’m here. That’s more than you need to have fun.” She playfully sticks out her tongue as she drags me through the doors. “Fine,” I mumble as she gives me a stern look. “Yay! I’m buying,” she cheers, as we walk to the bar. “Two tequilas, please.” “Aren’t you two a bit too young for this place?” The bartender narrows his eyes. With a smug smile, Lesley pulls out her ID and shows it to him. With suspicion, he checks it but doesn’t say a word. Lesley purses her lips. “I’m the good kind of young. The legal-but-still-smoking-hot kind of young.” “And her?” The bartender looks at me now. Lesley eyes me. “C’mon, Hailey, show him.” She winks. I reach into my pocket and pull out my card. He inspects it thoroughly, almost as if he sees something. “All right. Two tequilas coming up.” He walks off, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Lesley leans sideways. “I told you it would work,” she whispers. “These cards are magic!” “I’m so glad I didn’t need it last time,” I whisper. “And I’m sure as hell glad he didn’t notice they were fake. But what if we get caught next time?” “We won’t,” she says. “Not when you’ve got these lips and these eyes to lie our way through it.” She points at her own face, then her tits. “I mean, who can resist this?” I laugh a little. “Big head much?” “Not at all, actually,” she muses, shrugging. I shove her, and she almost falls off her stool. “Whoa!” “Sorry,” I say, still laughing. “No, I’m not.” “Of course, you aren’t. Be careful, or I’mma hook you up with the nearest old guy.” “Please don’t,” I say, making a face. “I’ve had enough of men for a while.” “Oh, so he was old?” she says, narrowing her eyes. “I didn’t say that.” “I can see when you’re lying, Hailey,” she says, smirking. “But he probably wasn’t that old. Fifty. Forty? Thirty?” When my eye twitches, she says, “AH-HA!” “Here are your drinks,” the bartender interrupts, placing two glasses in front of us. I quickly pick it up and take a sip. “So he’s a thirty-something hot guy.” “I didn’t say anything,” I say, coughing because the drink burns my throat. “You don’t need to. I can read your face like a book.” I raise my brow. “Do I look like a Harlequin romance?” She picks up her tequila. “No, more like a Fifty Shades of Grey.” My eyes widen. “Oh, god.” She almost spits out her drink but manages to swallow it, then slams her glass down. “You’re kidding. It is? He was like Grey? Did he spank you? Tie you up?” “Shhhh!” I say. “What? It’s not like anyone can hear us with this music blasting through the speakers,” she says. “C’mon, I wanna know. Give me the good stuff. My own sex life sucks.” “Like mine is so great. I only did it with one guy.” “Yeah, but he was smoking hot, and you guys did kinky stuff, didn’t you? I mean, that’s definitely worth talking about and swooning over.” She sucks on her lip. “C’mon, Hailey, I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” “You promise?” I lower my eyes. “Pinky swear on my current non-existent sex life.” She holds up her pinky and shakes mine. “Fine, yes, he was in his thirties, and the sex was straight up kinky.” She squeals. Too late do I cover her mouth with my hand. “Stop yelling!” “I can’t. It’s too fucking cool. Like you literally went from zero to a hundred in terms of sex.” “I know, but just keep it between us, okay?” “I promise, but you gotta stop feeling ashamed.” She places her hand on my upper arm. “There’s nothing wrong with having sex, and there’s nothing wrong with talking about it.” She smiles. “So … what did he do?” I grab my tequila and take another sip as she hangs on my lips. “Well, he kind of tied me up… and spanked me.” “Both? Oh, my god.” She fans herself, grabbing her tequila. “I definitely need this drink now.” “Okay, enough about him. How was class? Did I miss anything?” “Miss anything? Well, apart from his cute booty … no, I don’t think so.” I sigh out loud and shake my head. “You didn’t pay attention, did you? You just stared at his ass.” “What?” She shrugs. “I can’t help it. If there’s good ass, I need to study it. They should give me points for that. In fact, an entire class should be dedicated to judging butts all day long. I’d fucking ace it.” I chuckle. “Yeah, that’s enough tequila for you, Les.” I try to take away her glass, but she isn’t having it. “No, I think I’ll have another one.” “Let’s just dance,” I say. She pulls the glass back so hard, the contents spill over and onto her shirt. “Ugh! Look at this. Now, I’m all wet.” “That’s probably the first time in weeks,” I muse, and she gasps, then slaps my arm. “Not funny, bitch. And for the record, I had sex”—she clears her throat—“last week.” She pulls my arm and drags me off my stool. “C’mon, we’re going to the toilet, and you’re gonna help me clean up.” We go into the bathroom, where I grab a few pieces of toilet paper, and she pulls off her shirt. “No one here anyway,” she says as she holds her shirt above the sink and squeezes out the liquid. “Here.” I hand her the toilet paper. “I don’t have anything else.” “This is fine,” she says, dabbing them into the wet spots. “It’ll have to do.” When she’s done, she says, “Can you wait a minute? I need to use the bathroom.” “Sure.” I stay near the sink, while she goes into a stall. And then I literally hear the biggest fart in the entire fucking world. “What the fuck,” I mumble. “Sorry.” She giggles out loud, and another fart comes out. “Fuck, I think this is gonna be a smelly one.” “Okay, I’m gonna wait outside,” I say, laughing my ass off. “I’m dying!” I hear a painful moan and then another fart, which is my cue to go. As I walk out, I take out my cell phone to check the time, but when I put it back in my pocket, I bump into someone. “Shit, sorry.” “No problem.” Fuck. That. Voice. It’s as if fate is sticking its middle finger in my face right now. This can’t happen twice, can it? Yes, it fucking can, because he is standing in front of me. Again. Thomas fucking Hard. Boy, is he hard to avoid.
Chapter 4
Thomas Of all the people I run in to … this girl shows up? I never expected to see her again in this joint … let alone in my classroom. The girl I fucked last night is my fucking student. It can’t get any more fucked up than that. “Well,” I say, clearing my throat, “this is awkward.” “Yeah …” She tucks her red hair behind her ear, and I can’t help but look at her mouth as she sucks on her bottom lip. They still look kissable as hell. Fuck me; this is messed up. “Aren’t you my student?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “I think so,” she says. “I saw you in class yesterday.” I cock my head. “You were the one who ran.” Her cheeks stain red. Not that I didn’t already know who she was. I just want her to know that I know it was her. And I know exactly why she ran too. “You didn’t know I was your teacher,” I say. She slams her lips shut and looks away. “You had sex with your teacher,” I mumble under a heavy breath. She suddenly grabs my shirt and pulls herself up to eye level. “Forget about it. Please.” I smirk and shake my head. “Forget about it? How? I can’t exactly erase your body from my mind.” I grab her hands and push them away until I have her backed against the wall. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you. From the moment you showed up in my classroom, I knew I was fucked.” “You? You mean me!” she says. I place a hand on the wall behind her. “We fucked up. But I could never forget about you.” Her breathing picks up, and she swallows as my eyes drift over her outfit. She’s wearing a little black dress with high heels, and her hair is brushed back. Not as raunchy as when I met her, but still very sexy. Too sexy. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “None of your business.” She glowers. “Why are you here anyway?” “Why would I tell you if you won’t tell me?” I raise my brows. “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.” “No, I don’t think so. I know your name now.” Her eyes flicker with bewilderment. Yeah, I know because I checked my list the moment I saw her in my class. And maybe I asked around a little. I lick my bottom lip, wondering how she’ll react. “Hailey Walters.” I take my time pronouncing her name because I want to do it right. It rolls nicely off my tongue, like something I could get used to saying a lot. “Doesn’t mean jack shit.” “You like filthy words, don’t you?” I muse. “I could teach you a few more.” Her lips part, but no sound comes out. “Speechless?” I muse. “Oh, please … stop acting like you’re all that.” “Likewise,” I say. “Yeah, well, I just used you to get rid of my virgin status,” she boasts. Completely catching me by surprise. My jaw drops, and I’m inclined to shout, but then I realize we’re in a public place, and I really don’t want to make a scene. Especially not considering she’s one of my students. I shake my head and close my eyes, sighing. “You were a virgin?” She shushes me. “Not so loud.” “Right …Well, fuck me.” If that’s the truth, then Jesus. I really fucked up. I not only banged a student, she was a virgin too. Well, it’s too late to change that now. Guess knowing is just an added bonus. Hurray. With half-mast eyes, I think about my situation. “I should’ve seen this coming.” “Duh.” My brow rises. “Do you always act like this to your teachers?” “You’re not just a teacher … Professor.” “Not Professor, please. It makes me feel old. Teacher is fine,” I correct. “And you’re not just a student … not anymore.” I lower my head. “Are you even old enough to be here?” “I am if I want to be.” The left corner of my lip quirks up into a smile. “Attitude. We’ll need to fix that.” The ladies’ room door opens, and I quickly step away from Hailey. “Oh … hey, aren’t you … Mr. Hard.” It’s that girl who sat next to Hailey during class. They must’ve come here together. “Hi, Lesley.” “Oh, you know my name? I’m flattered.” “Of course, I do.” I smirk. Hailey signals Lesley to cut it out, but she doesn’t see it … I do, and it makes me smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Lesley says. “Neither did I when I saw the two of you.” “Yeah, well, this place is the bomb, you know. How could we not go here?” She giggles. I frown. “Right.” “Okay, time to go.” Hailey tries to jerk Lesley’s arm, but she isn’t having it. “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll excuse myself,” I say, winking at Hailey as I step back. “I didn’t know this place was a regular for students. Guess I need to find a new spot.” I turn around and give them a short wave. “See you in class, girls.” *** Hailey That bastard. How dare he shove me against the wall? How dare he get up in my face like that? And more importantly, how dare he get me fucking riled up over seeing his fine ass? Fuck. Out of all the people I could run into, it had to be him. He probably comes here often. I should’ve thought of it. But still … he could’ve known I’d be here too. I mean we fucking met here, for crying out loud. One of us should’ve been the smart one. Guess it was neither. “Did you see his ass?” Lesley says. “Oh, shut up,” I say. She sneers, “Geez, what’s gotten into you?” “Him. Under my skin.” “Why?” “Didn’t you hear what he said? That he was gonna find another place to chill because of us?” I say. “So? What teacher would want to hang out at the same place as his students?” “He made it sound like we were scum!” She grabs my arm. “Hailey, I think you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” “No, let me go.” I jerk away from her hold. “Hailey … c’mon, can’t we just forget about him and go have some fun?” I frown, looking at the dance floor, but knowing he was here too, lecturing me about what I should and shouldn’t do makes me mad, and I don’t like being mad. Or maybe I’m just pissed off because he suddenly appeared back in my life when I thought I’d never see him again … and it turns out that thought was a blissful lie. I make a face. “I don’t know.” She pouts. “Aw … but we haven’t even checked out the guys yet. Maybe there’s a cute one on the dance floor just right for you. Nothing like getting out of a funk by banging another dude.” “I think I’d rather just go home. Do you mind?” She looks at me and sighs. “Something’s wrong.” “Nah, I’m fine.” I give her a fake smile. “Don’t believe it.” “Okay, it’s the tequila. Happy now?” I say. “I just wanna go home and read a book or something. Can we do that?” “A book or something? You? Reading a book?” She snorts. I bring my fingers to her face and press her lips together. “Zip it!” “Hmm,” she murmurs, and I release her. “Fine. Okay. We’ll go.” “Great.” “But you sure as hell won’t be reading a book.” She grabs my hand. “If we’re going home, we’re gonna look up Mr. Sexy on Facebook.” “Oh, god …” I slap myself in the face because I just know this is going to be so cringe-worthy. “And then we’re gonna watch Sex & the City, for old time’s sake.” “Seriously?” I say as we walk out of the club. “Honey, I need sex. I don’t care where, but if I’m not getting any, at least let me watch someone else get it. Okay?” “We could watch porn,” I say. She opens her mouth but then closes it again, her brow lifting curiously. Then she nods slowly and smiles brightly. “Good idea, let’s do that. I call dibs on James Deen!”
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