Four |Kohl Warren|

I don't know why the hell this random girl came up to me and started kissing me but to hell with it because damn I'm getting semi-hard by the way her tongue is fighting mine.

I just finished a quickie upstairs, but this kiss is like a damn revelation.

She smells like strawberries, and it's messing with my head in all the right ways. Her moans are doing things to me, fuck. They're not some dainty, delicate moans – they're more like this seductive, raspy kind of moan that's got my dick standing at attention.

My hands are still firmly planted on her ass, savoring the soft curves beneath my touch. Her dress is practically non-existent, riding up as we kiss, but I quickly yank it back down to cover her up, I can be a gentleman...when I need to.

I can't help but grin against her lips.

As our lips part, I feel her hands slide up to my shoulders, a slight pang of disappointment creeping in as the moment ends. I meet the gaze of the bold stranger, my expression a mix of shock and awe. Damn, she's a sight for sore eyes. Her luscious tight black curls flow down her back all the way to her waist, setting off her caramel skin.

I can't deny the temptation to run my hands through her hair, to savor every bit of her, although I know it would be difficult because curly hair is hard to run my fingers through, talking from experience.

Those siren eyes of hers, a captivating shade of green, draw me in like a moth to a flame. They're like windows to a world I want to explore.

Her lips, full and slightly parted, make me picture them wrapped around something else entirely. It's enough to make a man break a sweat.

Her pointed chin, like a cute little arrow, seems to be aimed right at me. I fight the urge to reach out and trace its shape with my fingers, knowing it's a line I shouldn't cross.

And those curves in that tight black dress? They're practically waving hello, and I can't help but appreciate the view. She's a masterpiece, all curves and angles in all the right places.

Who is this girl, and why haven't I noticed her before?

"Sorry about that," she blurts out so fast I almost miss it, pulling her hands off me and dropping back down from her tippy toes.

Some woman bumps into me from behind, but all I can focus on is her. I didn't even realize that the brunette who was standing right beside me left.

I smirk down at her. "Well, that's a first for me, being sexually assaulted I mean,"

She glances back towards the kitchen, where there's no one, and lets out a sigh of relief. I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her reaction.

"I'm sorry, I had to feed a jock some lie about you being my boyfriend because he was trying to make a move on me, and I was about to lose my cool just being near him. His cologne was like a punch in the face, and to be real, his looks weren't exactly turning heads," the music thumps in the background as she laughs, the sound sending white-flamed heat to blossom in my chest.

"Fine by me, I wasn't complaining or anything," I reply, her laughter still ringing in my ears, sending a wave of desire through me.

I've never been one to have a full-on conversation with a girl at a party before, we just get straight to blowjobs or sex. But I wouldn't mind hearing her talk for hours, her voice is soothing and sounds nice.

"Mama always said, if you're gonna fib, go all in. And I'm rambling," she sighs while a smirk plays on my lips as she hits her forehead. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word," she offers, her eyes searching mine for a sign.

"I want you, Angel," I state firmly, the seriousness in my voice catching her off guard as she meets my gaze.

"Excuse me?" she stutters, trying to hold back a laugh, her cheeks dimpling as she bites down on her bottom lip.

My eyes dart to her mouth then to her breasts that are small, but perfect.

"Wait, Angel?"

"I want you," I repeat, nonchalantly taking a swig of beer from the red cup I snagged from someone nearby, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

I want her. I want her on top of me, under me, hell, I want her all over me. I want to touch every part of her body, and for her to touch mine while her eyes stay glued on me, the beautiful sets of green.

"Uh, flattered, really, but I'm not into the whole relationship thing," she responds softly, the music lowering slightly, making my grin widen even more. That's even better.

"I meant sex," I say with a smirk, watching as her eyes rake over me.

The sexual tension between us is palpable, and I can't help but imagine her completely naked.

I notice her nipples hard under her dress, and it takes everything in me not to imagine my fingers pressing down on them. I know she felt what I felt by the way she pushes her legs closer together.

"Kohl, come here, dude, the game's about to start," Rocky shouts, but I ignore him.

My focus is on this girl whose name I didn't bother to ask. Who needs manners when all we want is a one-night stand?

"Wait, Kohl? That name sounds familiar," she says, eyeing me up once again.

I flash her my most charming smile. "Kohl Warren, to be exact," I reply, enjoying the way her face flushes with embarrassment. It's cute.

"The hockey captain, Kohl Warren?" she asks with a stern look, and I don't miss the way she says my name like its poison, but I ignore it and nod.

"In that case, let me make it easy for you: No," she states, folding her arms across her chest before walking towards the door.

I'm both confused and intrigued by her reaction. This is a first for me. I've never been outright rejected because of my name. I should hate it and my ego should be bruised, but somehow it makes me want her even more.

I follow her outside. "What's your issue with me?"

Did I sleep with her? No, I'd remember. So why is she so prissy? Maybe I did sleep with her, maybe it was when I was drunk outta my mind? That also seems very plausible.

Was it because of something Rocky did? He could have done some really fucked up shit that made her hate jocks in general. No. She pinpointed me exactly.

"I don't have sex with jocks, number one rule. I also don't have sex with playboys, number two rule. And number three is the rules to one and two. And, well, you get the idea," she retorts with a smart-ass attitude that oddly turns me on.

I'm on the verge of getting blue balls here and distracting myself with someone else won't make her leave my mind.

"Come on-"

"Leia, hurry up, we've been waiting forever," a redhead with serene colored eyes calls out from a black Jeep that pulls up. She's cute, but not as stunning as the woman in front of me. I see a skinny guy with glasses peer his head from the driver seat, his eyes darting between me and this Leia chick. "My ride's here. What I said still stands. Have a great night, though. You'll probably be seeing me around, so please do drop the playboy act," Leia says, walking away. I can't help but stare at her retreating figure, feeling even more frustrated.

What does she mean I'll be seeing her? Don't tell me she's on the women's ice hockey team, but then again, I've never even seen her name on their roster, so that's not it. Leia, a fitting name for such a captivating woman.

Fuck, I'm gonna have blue balls.

I turn back around to see a grinning Rocky with his arm thrown around a blonde's shoulder, his eyes locked on me from the porch steps.

"What the hell took you so long? And why are you out here alone?"

I'm not gonna tell him about Leia, he'd have enough ammunition to use it against me all year. Hell, he'd use it for the rest of our lives. He'd blabber to all our other roommates and knowing Ant; Ant will use that any chance he gets to torture me.

"It's a long story," I mutter, walking past him into the party as the music blares back into my ears. He follows close behind, his newfound friend trailing beside him.

I head to the kitchen and grab a red solo cup before pouring beer from the chug.

My eyes flicker to the three girls in the corner staring at me from head to toe. Any other day I would have jumped all over that and went straight to them. But somehow, I'm not feeling it anymore.

"I've got time. I just wanted to introduce you to someone." He pats the girl on the back, pushing her forward, "This is Amy. She's the president of the Alpha Zeta sorority. Amy, this is my friend, Kohl."

Rocky always seems to do this, when he doesn't like a particular girl, he tries to introduce the girl to us and then he bolts and one of us ends up with the girl he doesn't like.

And then we find out how crazy the girl actually is and have to make up some ridiculous lie to avoid her.

He's been doing it since his freshman year and I'm not going to let him pass this girl onto me. I'll just have to ignore her, in the nicest way possible.

I turn towards Amy, she's smiling brightly, her long blonde hair pulled over her left shoulder, her hand held out for me to shake, "Nice to meet you, Kohl."

I glance down at her hand and then back up at her face, not shaking it. She's still smiling, and she seems sweet. But she's also friends with Rocky, so there has to be something off about her.

I turn around, walking away, leaving her standing there with her arm outstretched.

"Wow, okay. He's not a talker. Got it," I hear her mutter and Rocky laughs before he follows me.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened with that hot girl?"

I stop dead in my tracks, turning around to face him, "What do you know?"

I should have known that Rocky saw everything, no wonder he was grinning so hard on the porch. This is typical Rocky behavior.

My thoughts drift back to Leia and her tight dress. I quickly push those thoughts aside. Why am I so interested in getting laid by a girl who doesn't want me near her when I could get any girl to have sex with me here?

"Just that she was hot, and that she looked very happy while she was leaving the party. Or maybe she was happy because she was leaving you?" He smirks, making me clench my jaw. "Why? Did you think I didn't see you guys? Or were you just trying to hide her?"

"I was trying to keep you from being a dick," I grin, looking away.

"I'm sorry, what? You were trying to keep me from being a dick?" he asks, leaning closer to hear me, "And how exactly do you propose I would be a dick to her?"

I groan, shaking my head, "She just wasn't your type."

"And how do you know my type?"

"She's nice. You hate girls that are nice."

He shrugs, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am," I smirk.

I just bull shitted. Leia was anything but nice. But knowing Rocky, he'd go out of his way to try and piss Leia off because I've noticed he likes the crazy ones, until they get crazy. He's weird like that.

Although I don't know why I lied, it's not like I liked the girl or anything.