by Hamel, B. B.
She gasps and I pull back, teasing her, a smirk on my lips. I turn her over, spread her legs wide and lean over her to kiss her slowly as my cock slides back inside.
She takes my cock deep, leaning back on her elbows. I tease her breasts with my tongue as I fuck her fast and rough. I grab her hips then reach down to tease her clit with my thumb. She gasps and throws her head back, rolling her hips, grinding her body against mine.
We fuck like that for what feels like hours. We’re both sweating, groaning sweet with pleasure, and I can’t stop for anything now. I fuck her deep and rough, hands teasing her breasts, marveling at her perfect fucking body and her gorgeous full lips.
I kiss her again before pulling out and getting up onto the bed. She straddles me, reading my mind, and slides back down along my shaft until I’m filling her up to the brim again.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me before she starts to ride. I love watching her body work, the way her breasts shake and her hips roll as she rides my thick cock. I lean back on my elbows, teasing her breasts, kissing her neck, licking her nipples. She moans and goes faster, sweating now openly, her long hair piling all around. I grab it tight and slap her ass. I pull her hair and let her ride faster, moaning as my fingers dig into her hips.
I know I’m close. I can’t take much more of this. Her body is so fucking sexy and I need more. I push her to the side and get her back on all fours, grabbing her hair and sliding my cock deep inside her from behind.
She rolls her hips as I fuck her pussy. I reach around and rub her clit as we grind, working her with my cock and fingers, pushing her to the very edge.
“Come for me,” I whisper as we work. “Come on my big fat cock, my dirty girl.”
“Oh, god,” she moans.
“Come for me.”
She tenses and we don’t stop. I keep going, fucking her faster, working her clit with my fingers. She moans loudly, head thrown back, and I can feel her tense just before her orgasm rips through her body.
I groan. She’s so fucking sexy while she comes. Her beautiful skin is dripping with sweat and I can’t help myself. I keep pumping, keep fucking, and I explode deep inside her pussy.
I fill her up, fill her to the fucking brim. She groans, loving it. I don’t stop, rough and fast and hard, and our orgasms slowly finish together.
We collapse onto the bed. She’s grinning ear to ear and I kiss her. We stay like that for a while.
“I’m glad you braved the rain,” I say finally.
“Yeah. Me too.”
She laughs and kisses me.
And for a little bit, I feel like the outside world doesn’t exist.
13
Jenna
I leave the apartment early the next morning, a big stupid smile on my face. My shoes are nice and dry and the sun’s shining. Horatio gives me a knowing grin and I blush a little but I give him a little wave anyway.
I didn’t expect to stay the night with Brady. I thought I’d get my answers, we’d talk a little more, and I’d head back home. I have a few texts from Iris and clearly I worried her, but that’s no big deal. She doesn’t understand right now, but I think she will eventually.
I head back toward the dorm. I figure I’ll wake Azrael up and make her come get breakfast with me. We can get some coffee and talk about whatever. She’ll probably go on and on about her Warcraft guild or something, and I don’t think I’d mind.
But as I approach the dorm, two girls sitting on the bench suddenly stand. I groan as Morgan and Elise come walking over toward me.
“Look at this,” Morgan says. “Doing the walk of shame?”
I roll my eyes. “Good morning, girls,” I say pleasantly.
“Don’t pretend like you weren’t out being a whore,” Elise snaps.
I give her a level stare. “Please. You’d do way worse than I’m willing to do if you could get a sponsor.”
She blinks, surprised that I’m fighting back. “You bitch. You have no class. You’re just a nobody from a nobody family.”
“Ooooh, good one,” I say, and start to walk past them.
But Morgan grabs my arm. “Nobody around to help you now, bitch,” she snaps at me.
And then she stomps on my foot.
I can’t believe it. For a second, I just stare at her like she’s insane.
And then it hurts. I mean, seriously, it hurts. She stomped on my foot right on the top bone with her stupid heel and it actually freaking hurts.
I wrench away from her. “What the hell?” I say.
Morgan grins at me. “Stupid bitch. My father gave me self-defense lessons just for moments like this.”
“What, for ganging up on people and bullying them? Ow, fuck.”
She comes at me and I back off. Elise looks a little surprised and confused and just stands there.
“Morgan,” she says.
But Morgan doesn’t hear. She’s coming at me and I stop suddenly, standing my ground. The girl tries to kick me, but I pull my leg back. She stumbles forward and I bring my arm back and punch her right in the nose.
She blinks then screams. “You bitch!” she shrieks.
I cover my mouth, shocked. I can’t believe I just hit her. “Oh my god,” I say. “Are you okay?”
“You broke my nose!” Blood is pooling between her fingers.
“Oh my god, Morgan! Your nose!” Elise comes running over to check on her friend. “Oh my god. We have to get you to a hospital. Oh my god, if it’s broken you could have a fucked-up nose for the rest of your life.”
“You fucking bitch,” Morgan says nasally. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Oh, shit,” I say, trying not to laugh now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to.”
“Bitch!” she shrieks and Elise pulls her away. The two girls go hurrying off toward the parking lot, Morgan bawling and Elise trying to calm her down.
“Holy shit,” I whisper to myself.
I seriously didn’t mean to break her nose. It just happened. I just reacted when she came at me, and then…
“Well done.”
My head snaps to the side and I spot an older man standing over against a nearby building. He’s wearing a dapper suit, holding a briefcase, and wearing a derby hat.
I recognize him right away. “Dean Trim,” I say. “Oh, uh, did you…?”
“See you punch that girl in the nose? Oh, yes, I saw it.”
Shit.
“Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He holds up both hands. “Now, now, Jenna. Don’t say you didn’t mean to hurt her, because you most certainly did. I saw the look in your eyes.”
I try not to cry. I push back the tears as hard as I can. “Sir, I’m sorry. She came at me and I just, I panicked.”
“I saw that, too,” he says softly. “She really did a number on your foot, didn’t she?” He sighs and walks over toward me, a sad smile on his lips. “Are you okay?”
I blink, a little surprised at how calm he sounds, considering he just witnessed an assault. “I’m fine.”
“Good, good. I was just out for my morning stroll around the campus and I happened upon this scene.”
“You didn’t say anything?”
He blinks and cocks his head. “You’re a sponsored girl. We have rules.”
I let out a breath. “Of course, sir. I didn’t know those rules extended to you.”
His smile is a little mysterious. “Well now, maybe…” He trails off then shrugs. “At any rate. I think that girl will be fine. She certainly will think twice about coming after you, won’t she?”
“I hope so, sir.”
He smiles and winks. “Anyhoo. I’ll chalk this one up to self-defense and move on, yes?”
“Thank you, sir.” Relief floods over me when I realize he isn’t going to get me in trouble for this.
“Just be careful. I suspect she won’t be so kind in the future.” He pauses. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable back in the sponsored dorm?”
“I’m s
orry, sir,” I say quickly. “I like it here.”
“Yes, well. Two girls in one year.” He sighs dramatically. “Unheard of. But I understand. There is a reason we separate you, you know. All the jealousy causes young girls to do crazy things.” He gestures over where the two girls were a few minutes before.
“I see that, sir,” I say, totally bewildered by this.
“Well. You be careful now, okay?” He smiles again. “Bye, bye.”
And Dean Trim continues his walk, whistling a little tune.
“What the fuck?” I say to myself, totally baffled.
The dean of the university just saw me punch a girl in the nose… and warns me to be more careful about her in the future.
This place is totally insane.
I shake my head and walk into the dorm.
14
Brady
Finally, the dreaded day arrives.
Vince calls me early the next morning with the heads-up. “They’re posting in a few hours,” he says.
I grumble and check the clock. “What time is it there?”
“Fuckin’ early,” he grunts. “Don’t sleep much these days. Thanks to you.”
“You’re welcome.” I sit up and sigh. “How bad is it, Vince? Be honest.”
“They didn’t show me, but I think it’s pretty bad.”
“Right. Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”
He’s quiet for a second and I think he might ask me if I did any of that stuff. I swear, if he asks, I’m going to fire him.
“You gonna be okay?” he asks. “I can get on a plane today.”
“You’ve got other clients.”
“I don’t care about any of those assholes.”
“I bet you don’t.” I get out of bed and stretch. The sun’s just starting to peek up over the trees and it looks like it’ll be a nice morning. “I’m fine, honestly. I’m good here.”
“Some all-girls college in the middle of nowhere,” he says and I can practically see him shaking his head. “Not exactly the best place for your image right now.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Vince.”
“Later, kid.”
I hang the phone up and I’m about to toss it back onto my bed when I hesitate.
This TMZ interview is going to be brutal. I can only imagine what Charlene’s going to say, what sort of bullshit she’s going to come up with. I don’t want to face any of that alone.
So I text Jenna. Are you awake?
I head into the bathroom, brush my teeth, shower, and I have a message waiting when I get out. Now I am. What’s up?
Listen, can you come meet me at the dorm? Something’s about to come out with that girl and I guess I don’t feel like facing it alone.
I feel like a fucking weak asshole asking her to come over like this. It’s not the kind of man I am normally, but I can’t help myself.
I don’t want to hear about how fucked up I am all alone. I know I’m going to go to a dark place and the only thing that’ll keep me from really going down deep there is Jenna.
I’ll be over soon.
That makes me smile. Fucking hell, what a girl. I don’t know why I deserve having her in my life.
All I did was choose her almost at random. Obviously, her picture caught my eye, but it was a few other little things that kept me around. She was in jazz band in high school, played the saxophone, which is pretty cool. She ran track, played soccer, got good grades. On paper, she’s a huge nerd.
I guess I thought I might be a good fit for her. Or at least that I wouldn’t treat her like shit like some of the other sponsors might.
Now I can see how lucky I got. I could’ve picked someone like Morgan, some spoiled rich girl who only cares about bagging some man and winning this stupid competition all the girls seem to be in.
Or, maybe worse, another man could’ve picked up Jenna. Felix could’ve grabbed her and I don’t know what she would do with a man like that.
Fucking hell. It’s all so random and strange and absurd, and yet here I am.
I order down for some breakfast and it arrives just a few minutes before Jenna knocks. I smile to myself and answer the door, tempted to do it in just a towel.
“Hey,” she says, glancing down at me. “Good. You’re dressed.”
“Come on in,” I say, letting her pass. “Just so you know, I typically keep my clothes on when I expect someone.”
“Yeah, I guess that was my fault.”
“You barged in on me.”
“Who stands around in just a towel?”
“I wanted a drink and I didn’t feel like getting dressed yet.” I shrug a little then gesture over at the food cart. “Feel free to have something.”
She’s wearing a pair of tight jeans and a gray long-sleeve shirt. The material is thin and light and it clings to her body in a way that makes my heart beat fast.
I pour myself some coffee then sit down on the couch, my laptop open to TMZ’s website. I keep refreshing it, waiting for the story to drop. Jenna sits across from me, blowing on her own coffee.
“So, this is it, huh?” she asks.
“Pretty much.”
“Do you know what she said?”
“I asked my agent but he didn’t know.”
She sighs and looks nervous. “What if it’s bad?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You mean, worse than it already is?”
She nods a little. “Yeah. What if she says you… you know.”
“Raped her?” My heart skips a beat.
“I’m not saying you did,” she quickly adds.
“Oh, gee, thanks.”
“I just mean, what if she accuses you?”
“She won’t.”
“Right.” She lets out a sharp breath. “I’m sorry I even mentioned it.”
“Fuck,” I say, standing up. “This is so frustrating. If she would just talk to me, maybe I could understand and we could fix this together.”
Jena watches me as I pace back and forth, hands clenched in fists.
“I’m surprised you want to fix anything,” she says.
I look at her. “What do you mean?”
“I think most guys would just want to sue her to hell and send her to jail or something like that.”
I blink for a second. “I guess I just assume she’s doing it for a good reason.”
Jenna stares at me, mystified. “What good reason could she possibly have?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But maybe if she talked to me, I’d understand.”
Jenna sighs and turns the laptop toward her. She clicks then takes a sharp breath.
“It’s up.”
I stare at her as she clicks the article. I watch her read it, a frown on her face. She screws up her eyes and I can see her jaw muscle working. When she’s done, she looks up. “Okay. It’s not that bad.”
“What does it say?”
“Basically more of what she already claims. That you had an affair, that it was good until you ended things.”
I narrow my eyes. “But?”
She hesitates a second. “But then you got abusive. Called her names. Threatened her career.”
“Right. Of course.”
“That’s it, though. She says you left her alone after that.”
“Oh, I’m such a gentleman.”
She chews her lip for a second. “Honestly, Brady, it’s not that bad. You should read it. She actually says some nice stuff about you.”
I stop pacing and turn toward her. I don’t want to read the fucking thing, I don’t want to read anything about any of this anymore. I want it all to be done.
But I’m not the kind of man that hides from his problems. So I walk over and sit down next to her, leg to leg, and read.
She’s right. It’s not nearly as bad as I thought it was. Actually, I think she rolls back some of the stuff she said earlier, some of the nastier things she claimed I said about her. I still come off like an asshole, but she doesn’t seem to paint me as a straight up abusive ba
stard at least.
“Huh,” I say when I finish. “This is…”
“Not the end of the world?” Jenna offers.
“Exactly. What the fuck?”
She laughs a little. “Did you want it to be bad?”
“Of course not.”
“So then be happy it’s not.”
“I just mean, why go through all this then walk it back in the end?”
“I really don’t know.”
My phone starts ringing. I want to ignore it, but it’s Vince. “Gotta take it,” I say to her and she nods as I grab it and hold it up to my ear.
“Did you read it?” Vince says before I can even say hello.
“I read it,” I confirm.
“Holy crap, kid. It’s not that bad.”
“Still not great.”
“I expected something… you know. Way worse.”
I sigh. “Why does everyone think that?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” I close my eyes for a second. “Why do you think she’d go back on some of that stuff?”
“I don’t know. But you might have a chance here.”
“What should I do?”
“Try talking to her again.”
“I’ve been trying that.”
“Keep trying. I think it might be getting through to her.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll keep pushing on my end.”
“Thanks, Vince.”
“You’ll be okay. I mean it, you will.”
I glance over at Jenna. She’s looking at the laptop again with this little cute frown on her face. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
We hang up and I sit back down next to Jenna. She looks at me. “Did you hear? The Olsen twins decided to switch lives.”
I grunt and laugh. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah. So they just switched lives, like the one twin took over the other twin’s life. Switched boyfriends, homes, all that stuff.”
“Seems totally plausible.”
“Right? And nobody would know either way.”