Making Mistakes: A College Bully Romance (Playing Games Book 2)

by Candace Wondrak

  The minutes ticked by slowly, but the moment the professor let us start to clean up and pack up, the room turned into chaos, everyone trying to hurry to get out first, to reclaim their lives out of this stupid room.

  Kelsey was the only one moving slowly, so I set my pace to hers. I ended up walking out of the classroom mere moments before she did, and I felt almost giddy inside when she stepped out of the hall and met those big brown eyes with mine.

  Giddy.

  I just described myself as giddy. God, Kelsey really was changing me, because never in my life had I ever described myself as fucking giddy.

  “Hey,” I spoke.

  “Hi,” she said. “I haven’t—” I haven’t decided. I haven’t had enough time. Whatever she was about to say, I didn’t want to hear it. I just…I needed to spend some time with her.

  “That’s okay,” I said quickly. “I was just thinking, maybe we could swing by the union, get food.” Oh, yeah. Real smooth. Kelsey was the only girl who ever made my tongue feel so heavy in my mouth it didn’t want to work right.

  “Food?” she echoed. “Like a mini-date?”

  “No, just food. Like friends, or something.” Friends. That was good for a laugh. I was pretty sure both Kelsey and I knew by now we could never be just friends. We’d passed that point a very long time ago.

  “Or something?” Again, with the echoing.

  I narrowed my eyes at her as I said, “Stop being difficult. We’re getting food.” I turned on my heel and started heading to the stairwell, not glancing back to see if she was following me. I didn’t need to to know that she would stand there for a few seconds, scowling at me with those gorgeous eyes, and then swear at herself before rushing to catch up to me.

  And that’s precisely what she did. I heard her mutter the word “Fuck” under her breath before she hurried to my side, all the while giving me a dirty look, like she was blaming me for this. Like I was controlling her.

  I wasn’t. I just knew how she operated. I knew her too well by now.

  And I knew, by the texts I saw on her phone, that she felt terrible about what she did while she was gone. Kelsey didn’t need me harping on her, even though I was pissed at the thought of another guy touching her, let alone being inside of her.

  Honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kill that guy. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Mostly because I didn’t know who he was, and he was a few hours away from here, too.

  “I hate you,” Kelsey muttered as we started heading down the steps.

  I smirked, shooting a fast look at her. “You don’t, but feel free to say it as much as you want.”

  Kelsey glared. “You cocky bastard.”

  I said nothing at that, because it was true. I was a cocky bastard. A cocky bastard that was dying inside each day I didn’t touch Kelsey. Even a single day like that was too long.

  How long had it been since we’d been together? Since I’d heard her soft moans and seen her lustful looks? Since I’d felt her writhing beneath me, her body taking mine in? The answer to that was, again, too fucking long.

  The skies were grey above us, but it wasn’t raining yet. The temperature at night got cold enough for the rain to turn into snow, but the daytime temperatures were still in the mid-forties and fifties. Still a bit warm, but in this state, the weather took crazy turns. Who knew? We could have snow next week, or not until Christmas. You could never predict these things, even though every weather person kept saying this winter would be worse than last year—but didn’t they say that every year? Certainly felt like it.

  Kelsey and I headed to the union in silence. She wanted pizza, so that’s what we got. Pepperoni.

  We found some empty chairs on one of the far tables, and I ended up sitting next to her, being able to smell her, feel her hair brush along my arm as she leaned to grab herself a slice. What I really wanted to do was weave my fingers through that hair and pull her head back, kiss her neck in the way I knew she liked.

  It grew harder and harder to keep my sanity while around this girl.

  “So,” Kelsey spoke with her mouth full, something she did often. “What do friends talk about when they share a pizza in a romantic environment like this?” She motioned to the noisy space around us, the other students clamoring to get their food at the places further in, the ones that were taking up the other tables. If I had to guess, I’d say there were at least a hundred or so other SCC students sitting down around us.

  Yeah. It was loud.

  “If you think this is romantic, I could always take you to the bathroom and show you some real romance,” I suggested. “I mean, it’s what friends do.”

  Kelsey’s cheeks turned a bit pink at what I was suggesting; the same color her cheeks turned when I was balls-deep inside her. It was a color I craved to see on her pale skin.

  “Levi,” she hissed. “That’s not what friends do.”

  “Oh, it’s not?”

  “If you’re fucking all of your friends in a public bathroom, I think I should be a little concerned.”

  I shot her a small grin. “Just a little?” Before her, I hardly ever smiled. I hardly found anything amusing. But she just…she came into my life like a fucking wrecking ball, creating havoc and breaking down my walls, and now that they were down, I wasn’t about to let her disappear.

  “Yeah, just a little.” Kelsey shrugged, eating more pizza. Meanwhile I hadn’t touched my first slice. I was content just to watch her shovel it into her mouth like a garbage disposal. She had to keep those curves somehow. “I mean, we’re not together. You can fuck whoever you want.”

  That was a lie, and we both knew it.

  I leaned my top half closer to her, the smell of the pizza overpowering her scent, but I could feel her warm breath on my face, and that was something I’d settle for. “You’re the only one I want to take into a bathroom, Kelsey.” I thought that was better than telling her outright she was the only one I wanted to fuck, but what did I know?

  “Lucky me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of noise in the cafeteria area. Kelsey puckered her lips, and she studied me, setting her current half-eaten slice of pizza back in the box. We got no plates; didn’t need them. “You know, I’m a much classier girl than that. I don’t fuck in bathrooms, and I definitely don’t fuck in libraries or dead-end halls in the geology building.”

  All three of those, more lies.

  “I’m a high-class kind of girl,” Kelsey went on, shrugging. She crossed her legs, and her foot brushed up against my leg, sending a tiny shockwave of electricity through me. God, I wanted to grab her hand and drag her to the nearest quiet place and fuck those stubborn brains out. “You’re not my type, either.”

  “Oh yeah?” I scooted my chair closer to hers, and the foot that rested against my leg moved; now her entire left leg touched mine. Our bodies were less than a foot apart. “Then what’s your type?”

  “I like them short. Shorter than me. I also like them to weigh less than me. Pug-nosed, maybe even cross-eyed. You know I go crazy for a super hairy mole—”

  “Bullshit.”

  Kelsey stopped going on and on about her so-called perfect man, lifting her eyebrows. “Excuse me? Bullshit? I’ll have you know I’m a lady—”

  “That’s bullshit too,” I told her pointblank, watching as her serious demeanor morphed into one of amusement.

  “Ah, well. Could never really pull the wool over your eyes, could I?”

  I shook my head, saying, “No, you can’t.” When she said nothing more, I found myself lifting an arm, tucking some of her wild, kinky brown hair behind her ear, pushing the strands that had tried to hide her face from me out of the way. Her face was honestly something I would never get tired of staring at.

  For that face…for that face I might just have to stay around SCC a while longer. I knew I’d always said I was out of here after two years, that I’d transfer, but…I didn’t know if I could go. Not without her.

  “You know,” Ke
lsey spoke, “that’s not something a friend would do.”

  My fingers lingered around her cheek, her upper jaw, and I said, “I don’t want to be friends.”

  Kelsey hesitated a moment, but it didn’t take long for her to say, “Neither do I.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, she abruptly stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me away from the table, leaving our pizza half-eaten and abandoned.

  I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t need to.

  She dragged me past the food places, around the corner near the apparel shop and bookstore. There were two public restrooms, one for guys and one for girls, and a third door for either sex, this one a lone toilet and sink in a locked room.

  The single is the one Kelsey pushed into, dragging me in with no regard for any of the students who saw us both go into it. She released my hand once we were inside, the lights flicking on with the movement automatically, and she turned the lock. Her dark eyes practically ate me up, and she bit her lower lip.

  She dropped her bag on the floor, and I did the same. “This doesn’t mean we’re together,” she stated, stepping towards me slowly, measuredly, waiting for my response.

  She might not think this did, but I also wouldn’t think it meant the opposite. This was a step in the right direction, and right now I had a mighty need to feel those legs wrapped around me and her fingers tugging on my hair.

  “Whatever you want,” I said, watching as she held out an arm, pushing my back against the wall. We stood in between the toilet and the sink and paper towel dispenser; thank God it was clean in here.

  The hand on my chest trailed lower, stopping at the hem of my jeans. “I want you,” she whispered, pulling back her hand to take off her hoodie, revealing a t-shirt underneath. She laid her hoodie on top of the towel dispenser.

  I didn’t want to waste time taking off my jacket. I just wanted her.

  Before she could come back to me, I grabbed her wrist and spun her so that she was the one against the wall, my body pinning hers down, stopping her from moving. My hands tangled in her hair, forcing her head to tilt up, and our mouths met in a fierce display of bottled-up passion.

  And just like that, we lost all sense of self. Just like that, we were back to the way we were, before things got messy, before things grew so complicated it was hard to see the bigger picture.

  Kelsey took the breath from my lungs, heating my body up in all the right ways. The moment our mouths met, I felt myself growing hard. It didn’t take much when Kelsey was in the picture. For so long, it’d only been her. I only wanted her. No one else.

  Her arms found their way around my neck, and she parted her lips against mine, immediately running her tongue over my lower lip and calling to mind exactly what else that tongue and mouth was capable of doing. A moan bubbled up from my throat, a desperate urge, a burning desire to feel her wrapped around me again coming with it.

  My fingers loosened their hold on her hair, traveling down her body, stopping to cup her breasts hard before reaching her jeans. Almost frantically I worked on undoing those jeans, the button and the zipper, so I could glide my hand between her body and her underwear and touch the part of her I’d dreamed of for so long.

  Kelsey turned her head, breaking our heated kiss, letting out an erratic sigh as my fingers slid between her wet folds, putting pressure on her clit. Oh yeah, she was ready for me. She’d clearly had me on her mind too, as much as she didn’t want to admit.

  “We shouldn’t” was what she sought to say, but her words died in her throat the moment I slid a finger inside of her.

  My gaze met hers, and I rested my other arm beside her on the wall. Giving her a smug look, I said, “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” I knew she wouldn’t. The way her back arched when my finger first went in, I knew there was no way in hell she’d tell me to stop.

  Kelsey said nothing, practically panting as my finger slowly withdrew from her, and I watched her expression glaze over when my finger began to pump faster. I’d give anything to have her naked on a bed right now, but when it came to her and I, I knew I had to take whatever I could get and not be greedy.

  Hard, because when it came to this girl, all I wanted to do was be greedy.

  As my finger fucked her, my palm applied pressure to her clit. I worked her how I knew she liked. Each moan that escaped her, every sound of her slickness in the air—I captured the sounds in my head, and I’d replay them over and over when she wasn’t with me.

  Kelsey’s skin grew flushed, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers curling. “Oh, fuck,” she managed to say, her inner core clenching around my finger as her body rocked itself on my hand. She came with a vengeance; if I didn’t have a hand between her legs and a body for her to lean on, she definitely would’ve fallen over with that orgasm.

  A selfish part of me hoped it was her first orgasm since the last time we’d been together.

  I was slow in pulling my finger out of her, even slower in taking my hand out of her panties, and Kelsey cracked her eyelids, staring up at me. “If you don’t whip out that dick right now,” she warned, “I’m going to lose it.”

  My lips grinned, and I heeded her warning, pulling down my pants after fumbling with my button and zipper, freeing my throbbing cock. Precum dripped from the tip, and I was more than eager to feel her warm, tight pussy wrapped around it—it’d been all I could think about lately, all I needed.

  Her. I needed her. I needed her every which way, up and down, left to right, morning, noon, and night.

  Kelsey fumbled with her shoes, having to pry them off so she could pull her pants down all the way, get them off so those legs could wrap around me as I fucked her. Once she was ready, she practically jumped on me. With her arms around my head, I hoisted her off the ground and pinned her to the wall. Her legs were open and bent, her inner core wet and ready for me.

  I ran a fist along my length, my balls aching to be inside her, and I guided myself to her entrance. Our eyes met, and I didn’t even blink as I pushed inside, inch by thick inch, filling her up in a way no one else could.

  Why did this girl drive me so crazy? What made her so special to me? I didn’t have the answers to those questions, and right now I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was fucking the girl of my literal dreams, and making sure she felt as mind-blowingly amazing as I did right now.

  As I began to withdraw my hips, I brought my lips to her neck, kissing her softly—but those kisses gave way to harder sucks and nips as I thrusted into her again. Kelsey’s voice was muffled, and each time I filled her core to the brim, she whimpered. Her fingers found their way to my hair, tugging exactly the way I liked.

  Fuck. It should’ve always been us.

  My lips moved to her jawline, her moans right in my ear. Being with her was like being fed pure energy. She made me feel like I could do anything, be anyone. She made me feel alive, and I’d be damned if I’d ever give her up, past mistakes or not.

  I needed this girl to know she was my everything.

  I held in what I really wanted to say—that I loved her. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d said those words, but the last time I told her them, I’d said it in a rush, trying to explain myself, trying to get her back. No, the next time I said them, I’d be sure to say them on my terms. Preferably we’d be in a bed naked together.

  My thrusting grew quicker and harder, and as I pummeled into her, I lost myself in the feeling. So tight. So hungry for me. So mine. My balls clenched in anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure building inside of me until I could no longer fight it, no longer deny its release. When I came, I came with a groan, my cock emptying itself inside of her, filling her with my cum.

  She was mine, forever and always. I’d never let Kelsey go.

  I didn’t pull out of her right away, basking in the sensation of being buried inside of her, of her legs wrapped around my waist, her fingers still tugging on my hair. The way her chest panted against mine, I could tell she didn’t want the moment to end, ei
ther.

  That was until Kelsey released her hold on my head, giving me a good slap on the shoulder. “You still got it, Blue.”

  As much of a wussy thing it was to admit, my heart skipped a beat when she called me Blue. I’d craved to hear it again for so long I damn well nearly forgot what it was like. Just a stupid nickname; I didn’t know why I wanted to hear it so much. It made next to no sense, but…but maybe that was why. Kelsey and I as a couple hardly made sense. We were too headstrong, too stubborn, but somehow when we came together, it was like magic.

  After helping her down, I watched her tug up her pants quickly, measured in pulling up my own. My dick was still hard; in all honesty, it could probably go for another round, but I didn’t want to push my luck when it came to her.

  This was a baby step.

  Technically a quickie in the bathroom, but still a baby step.

  “If my nickname is Blue,” I spoke, running a hand along my hairline and catching the sweat I’d worked up, “what’s yours?”

  Kelsey paused as she reached for her coat. “Oh, I don’t do nicknames.”

  “You…what?” I almost laughed at that, because it was so ridiculous. If she didn’t do nicknames, what the hell was Blue?

  “Oh, I do them for other people, but not for me,” she informed me, throwing on her coat as fast as she could. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to run back to the dorm.”

  “Why?” I was pretty sure she didn’t have any other classes for the day.

  “I have to work on a paper at the library later, and I really don’t feel like sitting there with your cum staining my underwear, so,” Kelsey paused as she shrugged, so blatant about it. “There you have it. The inner workings of my mind.”

  I kind of liked the thought of my cum staining her panties, but I kept that thought to myself. Instead I said, “I could go to the library with you, if you want.” It had gotten too cold outside to play basketball, and I wasn’t really getting along with my fraternity brothers now, anyway. They’d moved their games inside the rec, but I didn’t want anything to do with them.