My brother, currently three thousand miles away, still had the ability to mess my day – and my mood – up. And apparently, the ability to nearly mess up nine days of hard work with Jack.But, really, who the hell walks up to someone in a college cafeteria and asks to finish what they started? It was vile, and reminded me exactly why I was doing this. It also reinstated the hate for Jack I lost when he held me the way he did after my outburst.I sighed, and my thoughts returned to Patrick. Anger bubbled inside me, and I had the crazy urge to chuck my phone clear out of my dorm window. It would be so, so satisfying to see it smash into a million pieces on the sidewalk. Or, of course, I could just get a new number. That was probably the better idea, but nowhere near as invigorating.I was not surprised he had contacted me so soon after last time. I figured he wanted the money for rent, but I was wrong. Oh, so wrong.There was one big difference between Patrick and Jack that I had to ackno
I'm fucked. Genuinely fucked.Sandra's hand trailing down my stomach equaled an instant, rock hard, raging hard on. My dick standing to attention so fast it could well have been doing an army drill.I cursed the fact she was not like my usual girls. Usually, a suggestive smile and a wink was all that was needed. But no, I had to wine and fucking dine Sandra. I might as well serenade her under the fucking stars – and you know what? If I could sing, I damn well would.Because I had to want what I couldn't have, all the time. And Sandra? Sandra was at the top of that list. Hell, she was at the top of every fucking list I owned.She was so damn untouchable, like a rare stone in a museum surrounded by laser lights. I felt like a ninja, dodging one more laser light daily and getting one step closer to worming my way into her heart.But then, did I want her in love with me? The problem with this challenge was that it was not just a quick roll in the hay. I had to get to know her, I had to pr
I had checked my cell obsessively since Monday. It was Wednesday, and I hadn't heard a thing from Patrick. If he was telling the truth, a week from now I'll be looking into his pitiful eyes.And that scared me.I didn't want him here, and there was only so much longer I could pretend and not tell the girls exactly what was happening. I didn't want to keep it from them, but there wasn't much I could do. If he wasn't coming, then there was no need to tell them the gritty details of my life in New York. If he does come... Then it might be too late.I hated not knowing. I hated the uncertainty that encompasses my brother in a thick cloud. Nothing with him was ever definite, except drugs. But then again, when was anything with anyone ever definite? It's not. Not ever.I swallowed my sigh, tapping my pen against the table. I glanced at the clock for the thousandth time in ten minutes. The second hand was moving at a snail's pace, zero point zero miles per hour, it seemed.For the first time
There were too many levels in this game, and I was not ready for the one it was climbing to. That level had a big fat fuckin' neon sign declaring the game over, and reality starting. Reality, with Sandra?Reality, with anyone?When I was six, I assumed I'd grow up and marry Maggy, like all little kids do. You marry your favorite person, and at six that's your best friend, right? Yeah. What a laugh.Now, Maggy is my little sister. She's the one person I'd go to hell for. I'd take a bullet for her, I'd kill for her, and I will protect her until she doesn't need it anymore – and I'll probably do it even then.Saturday marked two weeks since this game started, and with every day that passed I got to know Sandra a little more. She was guarded. There were a lot of secrets behind those pretty green eyes, despite how revealing they were for her emotions. I wanted to know what those secrets were, because despite it all, I was starting to fucking care about her.I was starting to care about the
I gOt it. I understood why every girl went crazy about Jack, because that guy could do crazy stuff with just his fingers.But I still hated him. And I hated even more than I couldn't just say it.“Umm.” I hid my face.“You've done it already?!” Leila shrieked, jumping up.“Oh my god, no!” I waved my hands. “No, no, no!”“But you've done something, haven't you?” Kayle asked, her eyes wide with humor. “I can tell.”“Y-yes.” I mumbled.Maggie licked her lips, smiled, and uncapped her pen. “So, do tell.”“I'm not telling you that!” My cheeks burned.“Oh!” Kayle laughed. “Priceless! She's embarrassed over a game! Oh my god. It gets better, guys.”“Go away,” I muttered. “I just.... I'm not giving sordid details.”“Come on,” Maggie grinned. “Just say it. We've all done it all.”“You guys,” Leila scolded and turned to me. “Sandra, did you have sex with Jack?”“No.”“Did you, you know, blow his whistle?”I snorted. “Blow his whistle?”“Did you suck his lollipop?” Kayle lied on her stomach, sha
I rubbed her hair between my fingers, watching her intently. She fidgeted under my intense scrutiny, and all I could think of was the way she fidgeted underneath me as she cum.She sighed and wriggled, shifting away from me. A slow smirk broke out on my lips, and I twirled the same lock of hair around my finger. She ran a hand through her hair. I dropped her hair, immediately picking it back up when she dropped her hand back to the table. This was fun.“Mr Cole, are you concentrating?” Mr. Jessop asked me.“Yes, Sir.”“On my lesson, or Miss Stevens here?”“That would be the last option, Sir.” I turned my head and grinned. “But at least I'm concentrating, right?”“Yes.” He hid his smile. “As lovely as Miss Stevens is, do you think you could concentrate on my lesson for the last ten minutes of class instead?”Sandra looked at me and smileed. I winked at her.“I'll try, Sir, but I'm not promising anything.”Mr. Jessop shook his head and turned back to the board.I dropped Sandra's hair,
“Forget your pajamas.”“Why would I forget my pajamas?”“Because then you either have to sleep in your underwear, nude, or in one of his shirts,” Maggie explained.“And there's nothing sexier than a girl in a guy's shirt,” Leila added. “I wear Josh's all the time. It's guaranteed sex.”“I'm not at the sex stage yet, Leila.”“So? It's almost week three, right?” She looked up at the poster on the wall, tracing her finger along the steps. “So that means sexual seduction can commence.”I dumped my bag on my bed and sat down on Kayle's opposite it. “You pack my bag then.”“Yes!” Maggie scrambled up from my pillow and attacked my dresser, pulling drawers open. “Oooh! This!” She turned, holding up a black silky underwear set I bought months ago, yet never wore. She tugged off the labels and Leila emptied my bag. The underwear went in, along with my make-up, hairbrush, and clothes for tomorrow.Leila zipped it up. “Done.”“Really? Underwear, clothes, and minimum toiletries? That's it?!” I shr
“You think I'm beautiful?” she whispered softly. Of course, that would be what she heard.“Yeah.” I turned her face up to mine. “I do. You are beautiful, Sandra. Inside and out.”And I was being completely fucking honest. She was not hot, or fit, or bangable. She was beautiful, she was sexy and she was sweet.She closed her eyes and, when she opened them, they were glistening with tears. Oh fuck.“Did I say something wrong?”She shook her head and spinned in my arms, sliding her arms around my waist. Her cheek pressed against my chest and I felt her take a deep breath. I held her to me tightly.“No,” she whispered. “No you didn't.”“Then why are you crying?”Her shoulders shook, and she looked up at me, a smile on her face even though her eyes were filled with tears. “Because it makes me happy.”“Good,” I whispered and kissed the corners of her eyes, kissing the tears away. “I like making you happy, Sandra.” And I did. For some reason, I did.I pulled her over to my bed and climbed in