by Rhonda James
We’re from two different worlds. We shouldn’t work, but we do. Like two forces of nature colliding then existing side by side in perfect form. I am fire and he is ice. And together, we fucking sizzle.
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“We’re going dancing,” Cassie announces as she sashays into my room. Ever since that night of the party, she makes a point of hanging out with me on the days I come to South Quad. I’ll admit I like having her so close by. To think all these months she’s been right down the hall and our paths never crossed. It’s almost sad. I’ve missed out on a lot of girl time.
“Who’s going dancing?” I drop back onto my bed and fold my legs under me.
“You, me, Roni. The guys. All of us.” She bounces on her toes. “Get up. Get dressed. Let’s fix your hair.” She makes a face at my messy bun.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with my hair. I was doing homework, not sitting around waiting for you to spring this news on me.” I fold my arms over my chest. “What if I don’t want to go?”
“Oh, please. You have to go.” She folds her hands under her chin and gives me puppy dog eyes. “We all want you to join us.”
“If Derek wanted me to go dancing with him, then why hasn’t he called?” I hold up my phone and shake it at her. About that time, it vibrates in my hand. I turn it around and find a text from Derek. “Speak of the devil.”
You + Me = Dancing. Tonight
Please, say yes
I roll my eyes and laugh as Cassie does a little dance in front of my bed.
“Sweetie, we really need to work on your moves.” I get up and show her how to roll and pop her hips.
“Ohmygawd, this is going to be so much fun! I’m going out dancing with a dance major. You have to show me some tricks. Do you twerk?” She stops rolling her hips and gives me a serious look. I answer her with my best Miley imitation. “Holy shit! You really have to teach me that. Brantley would go insane if he saw me doing something that hot. It’s no wonder Derek loves sex with you.” She giggles.
“Wait.” I stop twerking and stand up straight. “How do you know about our sex life?”
“Oops. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” She scrunches up her cute face as a blush spreads across her cheeks. “Promise you won’t say anything to Derek, I mean, it’s not as if he was bragging about you two. But he may have mentioned to B that sex with you was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.”
I bite back my response and can’t resist smiling. How can I be mad about that? That is quite a compliment and makes me want to drive over to his house and have sex with him right now.
“Help me find something to wear.” She squeals, and we run over to my closet. By the time it’s over, I’m wearing a backless mini dress in a beautiful shade of cranberry and black thigh-high boots. My hair is down, and Cassie spent thirty minutes ironing it flat so it hangs down the center of my back. I touch up my makeup and give my lashes an extra thick coat of mascara. Matte cranberry lipstick finishes off the look, and I turn to get Cassie’s opinion.
“Well, what do ya think? Look okay?” I model with my hands on my hips.
“Holy shit, Laney. How the hell are your breasts so damn big yet still stay so perky? You’re not wearing a bra and your girls are standing at attention. Dammit, I’m jealous. I want bigger boobs.” She comes over and stands next to me, jutting her much smaller chest out next to mine. “Not even close. Are you seriously a Double-D, or do they only call you that because of your initials?”
She’s clearly checking out my tits. Any other time, I would be freaking right the fuck out, but this is Cassie. She’s B’s girl. She’s not interested in me; she’s only interested in my tits. Or right now, the size of them and their ability to defy gravity. What can I say? I have been blessed with very large breasts that are firm and show no sign of drooping anytime soon. Thank god!
“Actually, the nickname works both ways.” I smile and adjust the front of my dress. You can clearly see the outline of my jewelry through the top of the dress, and I contemplate wearing Band-Aids or pasties. “Do you think I should cover these?” I point to my nipple region.
“Are you kidding me? That’s fucking hot, babe. I totally wish I were brave enough to have that done. Did it hurt like hell?” She reaches up to her own breast and absently rubs her hand over it.
“These hurt just a little, but not as much as some of the other piercings I’ve had done,” I turn back to the mirror and adjust the top of my dress once more.
She’s quiet for a moment, and I can see her reflection in the mirror. It looks as if she wants to ask me something, but she’s either too shy or isn’t sure she really wants to know. I know what she wants to ask me. I get the same question all the time.
“You’re wondering what they look like, right?” She nods and wrinkles her per nose.
“Is that too weird?” She giggles nervously.
“Not at all. Listen, I get naked in front of a dressing room full of girls on a nightly basis. This is nothing. If you want to see, then I’ll gladly show you. Are you really interested in having yours done? ‘Cause I can recommend a great piercer for you to go to. He’s done every one of mine.” I reach up and untie the knot at the nape of my neck and allow the fabric to fall down to my waist. I’m now standing in my dorm room with my best friend. Wow. That sounds weird. I have a best friend. How cool is that? I have a best friend and we’re standing in the middle of my room, while she’s staring at my naked breasts.
“You had a man do your piercings? Wasn’t that weird?” She steps closer for a better look.
“Not really. I mean, when he did my clitoral hood, it was a little strange, but there really wasn’t anything sexual about it. It wasn’t as if he tried to fondle me or anything. Besides, he wore rubber gloves, so there was zero sensation anywhere.” I’m still facing the mirror and can tell she’s trying not to stare too intently, but she’s still curious. Hell, I know if the roles were reversed, I’d be curious as hell. When I first considered having these done, I checked out the nipples of every other dancer at the club. I asked a lot of questions and heard an awful lot of the same answers. There’s a pinch and a burn, and then all you feel is a sense of heaviness when the barbell is inserted. They take around two to six months to heal—mine only took three—and after that, you were good to go. I love the way it feels when Derek swirls his tongue around them. You get the same sensation you had before the piercing; the piercing only heightens the sensitivity. I, for one, get much more turned on with them than I did without. But that’s just me.
“You can touch them if you want. I won’t think you’re weird, and I certainly won’t tell the guys about it.” I turn to face her, and she’s already there waiting with an outstretched hand. She reaches out with her thumb and forefinger and gently rolls my nipple between the pads of her fingers. I must admit I’ve never had another woman fondle my breasts. It doesn’t feel bad, but I prefer the roughness of Derek’s fingers to her delicate skin.
We both giggle as she moves her hand to the other breast, repeating the act as if it may feel different on that side. About that time, the door to my room swings open and in walk Derek and Brantley. While Cassie is still touching my nipple. Their eyes go wide and their mouths fall open. Brantley hurries to close the door, while Derek throws his body in front of me to shield me from prying eyes.
I look over at Cassie and start cracking up. Brantley soon joins us, but Derek is still a little freaked out. I guess it’s not every day you find your girlfriend being felt up by another chick. But in our defense, it was just to satisfy Cassie’s curiosity about piercings.
“Babe? What the fuck? Is this what girls in dorms do?” he asks over his shoulder as I press my naked breasts against his back.
“Calm down. She was just asking about nipple piercings, because she’s interested in having hers done.”
“Whoa. What are you doing to your nipples?” Brantley pulls Cassie in for a hug. “I like your nipples the way they are, babe.”
“It was jus
t something I was thinking about. No big deal.” She shrugs and lifts up on her toes to give him a kiss.
“Yeah, no big deal, except you got to cop a feel on my girl. I think it’s only fair she gets to do the same.” Derek scowls. For a second, Cassie looks horrified, until Brantley lifts up his shirt and exposes a perfect man nipple.
“Here ya go, Laney. Give it a good squeeze.” How he says that with a straight face is beyond me.
We start laughing again, and pretty soon, a smile cracks through the corner of Derek’s scowl and he’s laughing with us. “Turn around and I’ll fix your dress.” I oblige and lift my hair up high off my neck to give him access. When he finishes tying me back up, he places a kiss at my hairline that gives me goose bumps down my arms. “Is this really what you’re wearing to go out dancing?” Our eyes connect in the mirror, and I smile mischievously. “Oh, boy. I’m glad I’ve got the boys to back me up tonight. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to be fighting them off you all night.”
“There won’t be a fight if you never leave my side.” I curl my arm around his back and give his ass a squeeze.
“I think that can be arranged.” He tickles my jaw with his scruff, and I can’t help giggling and thinking about how good that’s going to feel between my thighs later tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
DEREK
The club is packed with GLU students. When we arrive, Brantley manages to flag down a couple of players from the team, and they snag us a table. The girls order a couple of fruity drinks and down half of them before heading out onto the dance floor. They stick together, neither of them wanting to attract unwanted attention, but Cage and I know it won’t be long before we’ll have to go fight the guys off them.
“So, tell me what you really thought about your girl touching Laney’s tits.” I smirk over the rim of my glass before downing a third of it. “You’ve gotta admit that was pretty hot to walk in on.”
“Damn, dude, I was torn between telling her to stop or begging her to keep going. I will admit I feel a little vindicated now. I mean, after all, Cassie has seen your micro penis, so it’s only fair I get to see Laney’s ample rack,” he guffaws.
“Yeah. Yeah. Hope you got a good look, ‘cause that’s the last time you’ll get to see them.” I lift the straw from my drink and pop it into my mouth to chew on it.
“Those piercings… Does it change? I mean, does she…” he stumbles around his words.
“You trying to ask me if they make foreplay better? Fuck, yeah, they do.” I waggle my brow to make my point.
“Are those her only piercings?”
“Nope. She has one more I’m quite fond of.” I smile knowingly and brush my knuckles over my scruff. He whistles under his breath while we both turn to face the dance floor.
“Damn, bro. I have to admit I’ve never been with a woman who had that done. Props to her for being brave enough to go through with it. That shit had to hurt.” He winces.
“She said it really didn’t. Actually, she said it turned her on a little bit when she had it done. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like, but I know how it feels for me, and I have to say, I’m happy she endured it. It’s pretty fucking awesome, dude,” I tell him, never taking my eyes off her. Normally, I wouldn’t be talking like this, not when Laney is nearby. But this is Cage, and I know Laney won’t mind. There are certain topics that seem to be okay to discuss. Her piercings and how much I enjoy them is one of those topics.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I say without moving my eyes away from her. “How even the simplest things seem to stand out. You know? Like the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she talks to you. The way her voice sounds first thing in the morning when it’s still full of sleep. Or late at night when it’s full of lust. The sound she makes when you bury yourself balls deep inside her. And the sound of your name falling from her lips when she lets go.” My voice trails off, and I look over to find my best friend gawking at me.
“Shit, Derek. You really love her, don’t you?”
I hesitate before answering, but not because I have to think about it. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind I’m in love with her. I hesitate only because just thinking about it gets me all choked up inside. I’m in love. Me. Derek Davis. Ultimate Playboy. Mr. Fuck ‘em and Forget ‘em. Three months ago, I would have given you a hundred reasons why I wasn’t ready to fall in love. Today, I can recite a thousand why I wouldn’t want to live my life without her.
“Yeah, man. I really do.” I throw my straw on the table and reach for my drink. “Is this the part where you give me shit about falling in love? ‘Cause I remember you saying you’d do just that.”
He doesn’t say anything at first, and for a moment I think he may even be getting teary eyed. I blame it on all the romance movies Cassie makes him watch. I vow then and there not to let Laney turn me into a two-hundred-pound estrogen bomb like my boy obviously has become.
“You gonna start crying or something? Need me to get you a tissue?” I tease.
“Naw, man. I was just thinking about something my mom said when she first realized I was in love with Cassie. She told me love looked good on me. I didn’t understand what she meant by that. But now, I’m sitting here listening to my best friend, and when I see the way you’re looking at her, I can’t help thinking the same thing.” He glances over to where the girls are dancing and then back to me. “She’s good for you, bro. I’m really happy you found her.” He holds out his fist, and we pound it out. “Laney is good people. She’s good for you and she’s good for Cassie, too. Hell, she’s good for all of us. I like that girl, Davis.”
“Yeah. She is pretty special. My mom doesn’t like her, though,” I admit for the first time since we got back from up north.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me. What the fuck kind of problem could Momma D have with her? I mean, look at her, she’s fucking perfect for you.” He jerks his chin toward the girls.
“Get this. She told me Laney wasn’t good enough for me, because she doesn’t have a family.”
“The fuck she doesn’t have a family. She has all of us. We’re her family,” he says defensively. I’ll admit I’m a little choked up hearing him come to her defense like that. Why the hell is this making me sappy? Damn these women and their need to turn us into a walking pile of emotions.
“Thanks. That’s exactly what I told Laney.” I nod.
“Wait. Laney knows about the shit your mom said?”
“Yeah, she was in the other room and heard all of it. She’s had a hard few weeks. That’s why it’s nice to see her laughing and having fun out there with Cassie. She’s a good friend for Laney. She doesn’t have many friends.”
“They seem to hit it off great. Cassie says Laney is like the sister she never had. She has Roni, but you know Roni; she’s always off with some new guy or wants to go shopping. That’s not Cassie’s style.” Cage shrugs and looks around the club. “Hey, where’d everyone go? I haven’t seen Rivers or Roni since we arrived. And who knows where the fuck Masterson runs off to these days.”
“I don’t know, man,” I scoff and set my drink aside. “You know, before we came here, I promised my girl I wouldn’t leave her side. I haven’t been very good at keeping that promise. I think I better go rescue Cassie.” I hook my thumb to where Laney is twerking in front of Cassie, who has her hands out like she’s ready to grab hold of each cheek as they shake in front of her. It looks hot as hell, but it would look better if I were the one pretending to hold that scrumptious ass. Just as we’re making our way to the girls, some asshole pushes Cassie out of the way and sticks his hand up the back of Laney’s short dress.
Oh, hells no!
“What the fuck? Get away from me!” Laney hauls off and smacks the shit out of him before I can even make my way through the crowd.
“You’re gonna pay for that, you filthy whore!” The guy’s voice carries straight to where I’m stuck in the crowd. When I hear the sound of another smack followed by the sound of
Laney’s whimpers, I plow through the fucking crowd as if they aren’t even there. No man has a right to lay hands on a woman in anger. Ever.
Especially not my girl.
And he called her a filthy whore? Fuck that shit.
Cage and I reach the douchebag at the same time. Seeing as how he’s touched both our girls, it goes without saying we both want to pummel his sorry ass.
My fist connects with his nose before he even sees me coming. The sound of cartilage and bone crushing under my fist gives me great satisfaction, but not enough to make me stop. This fucker deserves to have his ass handed to him. And I want to be the one to do it.
He throws out an arm to steady himself then squares off in front of me as blood gushes from his nose. “I don’t know who you are, asshole, but you just bought yourself a world of trouble.” He spits blood, and it lands on the floor next to my foot. I position my fists just below my chin, ready to strike.
“You touched my girl. Nobody touches my girl.” He mimics my stance, and I cup my left hand in a backwards wave. “Bring it on, asshole.” He takes a step forward then swings a right hook at my jaw, but I weave to the side and his fist misses its intended mark, hitting my shoulder instead. I step back, bouncing on my toes, then bring up my fist and land a right punch to his gut followed by an uppercut to the jaw with my left. The stunned look he’s wearing tells me he wasn’t expecting a guy my size to be this agile.
“Fifteen years of hockey, dickhead. I can do this shit all night long.” I laugh through my clenched teeth and deliver one more blow to his right eye. He staggers and stumbles back into the crowd, but they push him back to me, and he sways to stay on his feet. I could keep going, and I’d love to, but I know Cage is just itching to get his hands on him for pushing Cassie the way he did. So I give him the nod and move over to where Laney is standing with Cassie.