All Chapters of In Your Pucking Dreams, Captain : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Noah’s PoVYes!I waited for Kendra Drake to make some crazy ‘psych!’ comeback she just just blessed me with her permanent glare. Nothing made a peep but the soft thump of the rap music from my stereo. It was so frigging real that my tongue caught in my throat. “Could you repeat that?”She breathed. “God, you’re hopeless. Well yeah, I want to do this.”“Date me?”“What?” She spat. “No. I meant the other thing. Intimacy without strings.”Yup, that was the one.My balls clenched so tight, she wouldn’t believe it. When I first laid eyes on Kendra, I didn’t figure she’d be that kind of girl. Flighty. Wild.“Geez, give a guy a little warning.”Kendra bristled, her hand reaching for the door handle. “This is so dumb…”“No.” I caught her hand. She slinked back. “Give me a second to process this.”“Dude, there’s nothing to deliberate. Man desires woman. Woman then evaluates if the man is worthy of her attention, before desire. It’s as old as time.”There she goes again. Acting like this sp

Noah’s PoVSomething’s wrong with Kendra. I can’t explain it. Was she thinking about backing out? Either way, I had to make this morning right for her. I nestled back in my car seat, tapping a finger on the steering wheel. Fuck. The area under my belt buckle grew tight. I was also sweaty. I sniffed my armpits, grateful for the shower I had, and applied men's deodorant. But still, a splash of cologne might make Kendra more comfortable.At exactly fifteen minutes, a petite girl in a black coat and backpack strolled to my car. I sat straight as She climbed inside, buckling her seatbelt.Kendra Drake looked at me, her expression twisting into a wince. “Why are you smiling?”Shit.I quickly gunned the ignition and rolled the car onto the road.Then it got really quiet.I didn’t have the urge to turn on the radio.Ten minutes later, I slowed the car down upon entering the quiet street, and parked in the dorm's driveway. Kendra flinched. “Wait, where’s the dorm?”I pointed to the house. “R

Kendra’s PoV“Pleasure doing business with you, kid.” Jake was suddenly all chirpy and bright like the five grand worth of sales had nothing to do with it. I crossed my arms fuming at the leech salesman. Noah snatched up the paper bag and walked away, glancing over his shoulder, but I turned to Jake.“You’re that guy’s kid, ain’t ya?” Jake asked, mouth hitching up. “Slavic looking fellow. Your boyfriend’s got more balls than him.”I slashed a hand mid-air. “Okay, never say that sentence ever again,” I said drily, fighting down nausea. I kept my voice low. “You knew the pendant didn’t belong to him, so why’d you buy it in the first place?”The shady salesman shrugged half-heartedly. “Because I know when a man’s beat.”I scoffed at him; that wasn’t enough to fill the lack of answers I had. I walked away, following Noah out into the sun.He squinted at me, blocking the sunlight entering my eyes. “What did he say?”“Uh, he was just being a total nuisance.” It was the truth though. I start

Noah’s PoV  Why was I upset that morning I ran into Kendra? …’Twas the night of the semi-formal dinner. I'd just climbed into my car and thrown my weight into the seat when my heart sank. Slouching in my passenger’s seat, head thrown back and eyes sealed shut to the world, was Kit.  “What the hell?” I shoved his arm hard.  Kit opened his eyes, yawning. “Took you long enough.” “Get out. I have to head home for Dad's lame dinner.” “So do I.” A second passed before I struck up the nerve to speak again. “Did you seriously read my emails? Invitations explicitly said Gladiators only.” “Yeah, well, Mama O’Shea practically adores me.” Kit sat up straight for me to catch the GLADIATORS printed on his black hoodie. He was wearing denims and his favorite white sneakers.  I groane

Noah’s PoV Present Day… Legend has it that Professor Ackerman could talk an invading army to sleep with his theory of thermodynamics. I tried to stifle a yawn but I couldn’t help it. Life was short. In a highly demanding course like mechanical engineering, you couldn’t blend in with the massive crowd. There were only thirty-two of us left who hadn’t checked out by the end of sophomore year. He had twenty-twenty vision. The moment I let my jaw stretch open. Ackerman mustered a smile. “Mr. O’Shea,” he admonished, voice dry as he adjusted his thick rimmed glasses. “While experiencing the joys of physics on the ice is quite exciting, perhaps you could join us common folk…” About half the class burst into a round of laughter. Devin Montoya, who sat two rows in front of me decided he needed to have the last laugh.  Ackerman made a wide sweep of his ha