Bad Rep

by A. Meredith Walters

  All three glared at me and gave me the girl stare. You know, the one where they give you the once over and calculate all of your flaws in point two seconds. They clearly felt threatened because they pushed closer to him.

  Jordan was still talking, so I leaned down, ignoring the bimbette triplets and put my lips to his ear. “Hey, baby,” I whispered. Jordan immediately stopped talking and whipped his head around. The grin that split his lips was breathtaking. Wow. He was beautiful.

  He jumped to his feet, practically knocking over the girl on the ground beside his chair. She glared at me again and I smirked. “Mays! You're fucking here!” he said, picking me up and crushing me to his chest. He smelled of wood smoke and musky guy sweat and I loved it. “You took too damn long!” he told me before he pressed his lips to mine hungrily. Immediately his tongue swept into my mouth and his hands cupped my ass, hauling me up against him.

  I almost forgot where we were until I heard a number of catcalls. I tore my mouth away, completely out of breath. My heart was hammering in my chest. Jordan's fingers dug into the flesh under my butt cheeks as he nibbled my neck.

  “You look fucking amazing. I want to tear your clothes off and put my dick inside you right now,” he said, his voice husky with desire. My panties went instantly wet and I couldn't help but press my hips against his.

  “I don't think you want the entire party to see what goods your girlfriend is sporting under these clothes,” I teased, pulling him by the hair so that he would look at me.

  The skin around Jordan's eyes tightened. “Fuck no I don't. All of this is mine. And only mine. No one else sees it. Ever!” He tightened his grip on my body possessively and let out a low growl. Crap, he had gone all territorial. And it was hot!

  “That's right, baby. Only for you,” I murmured as he leaned in to kiss me again.

  “Piper! Is this your lady? Let me have a look!” I heard someone say. Jordan rolled his eyes but moved his hands from my ass to my hips. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

  “I've heard all about why they call you Piper. Really cute name,” I taunted.

  Jordan groaned. “Fuck, babe. It's a stupid nickname. I've tried to get them to stop calling me that...” he started to explain but I held my hand up, stopping him.

  “Jordan, it's okay. You may be called the pied piper of pussy. But the only pussy you'll be touching is mine.” It was my turn to go territorial and by the look on Jordan's face he really liked it. A lot.

  “Damn, baby.” He let out in a breath. I laughed. We were suddenly joined by a wiry guy who I recognized as Garrett. He was bouncing on his feet and his longish blond hair was in stringy disarray around his head.

  Looking at him, I couldn't decide if I thought he was cute or not. But he was appealing with his deep, dark eyes and thick, almost girlish lashes. And when he smiled, it lit up his face. Yep, I could see why the girls liked him.

  “Hey Piper, introduce us! I've been dying to meet the chick who has made you tolerable again.” Garrett said, giving me a 100 watt smile. Wow, okay, he was sort of dazzling. And his personality was infectious. He was a live wire, that's for sure.

  Jordan turned to me and gave the introductions. “Garrett, this is my girlfriend, Maysie Ardin. Maysie, this Garrett Bellows, lead guitarist and sometimes roommate.” Garrett reached out and yanked me from Jordan's grip and then swallowed me in a huge hug.

  I was a little taken aback by the overt show of affection from someone I had just met. Looking over Garrett's shoulder at Jordan, he just shook his head and mouthed “go with it.” So I put my hands up and awkwardly patted Garrett on the back.

  Garrett pulled back and held me by my upper arms. “You are fucking gorgeous, Maysie.” My face flushed. I was flattered by his open appreciation. Then he turned to Jordan. “And I can tell she's a hell of a lot cooler than that bitch you used to date.” Jordan just laughed and I didn't know what to say to that.

  Olivia was obviously known as the “bitch” by Jordan's band mates and I loved how that proved that she was not a perfect fit in his life. And maybe that also proved that I was.

  Garrett tugged on a strand of my hair in a familiar gesture, as though we were long lost friends rather than two people who had met literally thirty seconds ago. “Enjoy the party, Maysie. Anyone than can make that fucker start writing music again, is cool with me.” He gave me a loud, sloppy kiss on the cheek and then left as fast as he had come.

  Jordan swooped in and pulled me back into his arms. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you that Garrett is very...uh...hands on,” he explained. I wrapped my arms around his middle.

  I waved it off. “He's nice,” I said honestly. Jordan kissed my neck and then was distracted by two guys who were calling his name. They held up a beer bong and were gesturing for Jordan to come over and try it out. He tugged on our joined hands. I pulled away and gave him a grin.

  “Go ahead, I'll wait here.” Jordan kissed me again.

  “Just give me a sec. I'll be right back and we can get out of here.” He flashed me a gorgeous smile before going to suck beer out of a funnel. I stood on the edge of the bonfire, hands shoved in my jean pockets.

  “What's a girl like you doing at a party like this?” a voice asked over my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw a guy standing there. He was tall and skinny. Not bad looking, in a heroin chic kind of way. He had dark hair and dark eyes. And he was looking at me as if I were on the menu he planned to order from.

  “Just waiting for my boyfriend.” I replied, indicating Jordan, who was flat on his back with a length of plastic piping in his mouth. I could see beer rushing through it. Girls circled him, clapping as though they were watching an Olympic sport.

  The guy didn't drop his smile. And for some reason he didn't take the hint about the boyfriend and instead took it as an invitation. Was he low functioning or something? “Well, let me keep you company then.” He stepped in closer and swept his hand up my back, starting with my ass. What? Was this guy for real?

  I moved away. “I'm fine, thanks. And I really think you should keep your hands to yourself.” This dude was making me seriously uncomfortable. The guy closed the space between us again, his hand resting firmly on my left buttock and giving it a squeeze. I swung around and smacked his hand away. “I said, I'm fine. Now back the fuck off,” I told him through gritted teeth.

  This guy was either crazy or stupid. Because he just grinned at me again and reached out to touch me.

  “I'm gonna cut those fingers off if you don't keep them to yourself, Amos,” Jordan growled from behind me. My boyfriend stepped in front of me and grabbed a hold of the front of Amos's shirt and gave him a hard shove.

  The guy went down like a ton of bricks, sprawling out in the grass. “Hey man, I didn't know she was yours. Sorry!” Amos held his hands up in surrender. Jordan took a threatening step toward him and I grabbed his arm.

  “Enough Jordan!” I said sharply. Jordan was barely able to stand up right. I could see that the beer bong was taking affect. Amos got to his feet and scurried away. Jordan then spun around to me, his eyes flashing.

  “Did he touch you?” he snarled and I blinked in confusion.

  “What?” I asked lamely. Was he mad at me because some loser tried to cop a feel? Jordan cupped the back of my neck and jerked me forward, his mouth so close to mine I could smell the beer on his breath.

  “Did that asshole touch you?” he growled, his face dark.

  I swallowed thickly. “Um, he tried...” I started but didn't finish because Jordan hefted me up, his hands cupping my ass and I had to wrap my legs around his waist so I wouldn't fall. He stalked off through the yard with me hanging off of him like a damn monkey.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, not sure what was going on. Jordan seemed pissed. His vibe was fierce and intimidating. He didn't answer me, heading toward a huge out building at the back of the property.

  “Answer me!” I demanded, smacking his shoulder, but his fingers only dug into my ass and he bit down
on my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp. When he got around to the back of the building, he dropped me to my feet and then grabbed a hold of my hips roughly. He walked me backwards until my back was pressed against the wall of the shed.

  He bent his head and captured my mouth with his, biting at my lips aggressively. My insides went instantly molten. His hand slid up my body to cup my breast through my shirt, his fingers rubbing into my fabric covered flesh.

  I pulled back slightly, my lips feeling tender from his mouth. “What is this for?” Jordan's eyes glinted in the moonlight, an almost feral look on his face.

  “No one touches you but me,” he said in a low voice, the words tinged in a growl. I couldn't help but laugh.

  “Baby, you think I wanted that asshole to touch me? Please, give me some credit,” I scoffed. Jordan's hips pushed into mine again and his hand deftly popped the button of my jeans. Then he unzipped them and folded the waist down. My breath hitched as his hand slid down the front, caressing the soft silk of my panties. His fingers found my wet center. I was soaked. His possessiveness was a serious turn on.

  He slipped his finger under the edge of my panties and plunged inside me. I gasped and my hips arched to meet his hand. He bent his head and started sucking and nibbling at the skin of my shoulder. “I know you didn't want him to, babe. That's not the point. This is mine.” Okay, so obviously he was feeling some sort of caveman need to mark me.

  He thrust a second finger inside me and I groaned, my head falling back as he attacked my throat with his mouth. My body started to clench around his fingers and I felt my orgasm shudder through me. I cried out as Jordan continued to pump his fingers in a merciless rhythm.

  “That's it baby, come for me,” he whispered as the orgasm kept going and going. Fuck! I just kept coming. It was insane! When I was finally finished and my legs couldn't hold me anymore, Jordan withdrew his fingers and then suddenly my pants and underwear were pushed down to my ankles and I lifted my feet so he could get them off with his foot.

  Jordan swiftly discarded his own pants and then I was up against the wall again, my legs wrapped around his middle as he shoved inside me. “Ahh!” I screamed as he thrust as deep as he could go into my hot core. My vagina pulsed around him as he pulled out and pushed back in, slamming my back into the wall.

  “Fucking hell, Mays!” Jordan groaned as his hips moved frantically with mine, his knees bent so he could find the perfect angle to push into my body. The night air was punctuated with the slapping of flesh and our guttural cries as we both neared our shattering point.

  My legs were trembling and I was finding it hard to hold on. Jordan hefted me up and pulled me down roughly onto his cock and I cried out. His fingers dug into my hips as he rocked into me over and over again. Finally, he slammed me into the wall of the building, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him release inside me as he yelled at the top of his lungs. I quivered and exploded with him in unison.

  Jordan slowly let me down onto my feet as he withdrew from my body and my knees buckled. Jordan held me against him so I wouldn't fall on my ass. We were both out of breath and I couldn't even speak. I rested my head against his chest as I waited for my heart to slow down. Jordan rubbed a hand up and down my back.

  “Wow. Not sure why you needed to do that right now, but thank you,” I said, grinning, when I found my voice again. Jordan reached down and picked up my jeans and underwear. Holding my panties out for me I stepped into them and he pulled them tenderly up my body. Then he did the same with my jeans. He even zipped and buttoned them for me.

  “Is it a crime to want to fuck my girlfriend within an inch of her life?” he asked as he pulled his boxers and pants back up around his hips. I pushed my hair back off of my face and pressed my cold hands against my flushed cheeks.

  “Not at all, it was just sort of sudden,” I replied as the sex euphoria started to fade. Damn, had he seriously just screwed my brains out behind a dilapidated old shed in the middle of a party? Yes. Yes he had.

  Jordan kissed my mouth. “You're so fucking hot, Mays. When another guy comes on to you, it drives me crazy. You're my girl.” I grinned. Who knew that Jordan Levitt was as insecure as I was? It was oddly reassuring.

  He clasped my hand and we headed back to the party. Luckily no one seemed to notice we were missing.

  Jordan led me into the house, where the party was getting a little out of control. Someone had punched a hole in the dry wall and a huge chunk lay smashed on the floor. Beer and booze were all over the place and the air reeked of pot smoke. I felt bad for Garrett having to clean the place up in the morning.

  Jordan kept walking, waving at Mitch and then Cole (who winked at me as we passed making me wonder if I had SEX written on my forehead or something), until we were out on the front porch. Our bout of crazy sex seemed to have sobered Jordan up and he was at least able to walk in a straight line again.

  He sat down on the porch swing and pulled me down on his lap, pressing his lips onto my collar bone as I fell into him. He kicked out his legs and the swing started moving back and forth. We weren't alone outside. There were people milling around the front yard but for the moment it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

  “Garrett said you were writing music again. Why did you stop writing music?” I asked him, remembering my earlier conversation with the lead guitarist. Jordan dropped a kiss on the skin of my chest and turned his head to the side, laying his cheek over my heart.

  He was quiet for a long time, as though he were listening to the heavy beating. His arms held me tightly and I began to wonder if he had fallen asleep or something. But finally he answered me.

  “I finally have a reason to write music again. I've been inspired.” he said quietly. I ran my hands over his head, the short hairs tickling my palm. My fingers came down and I rubbed the skin on the back of his neck. He moaned as my hands worked their magic.

  “And what has inspired you, Jordan?” I asked, totally fishing. Jordan rubbed his nose into the hollow of my throat, his forehead butting my chin.

  “As if you need to ask. Every song I write now is because of you. Every song I will ever write for the rest of my life will be because of you,” he whispered, his eyes held an emotion that made my throat close up.

  I shuddered. His words had hit me straight in the heart. I needed to get this man home and show him how much I loved him. I tilted his chin up so that he was looking at me. His eyes were a little bleary, but otherwise he was in full faculties. “You're coming home with me, right now. I think it's time for a repeat performance,” I demanded, placing a kiss on him mouth.

  He grinned under my lips. “I love it when you get bossy.” He grinned as I pulled him toward my car.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  I'm not sure what woke me up. The room was pitch black so it was either really, really late. Or really, really early. Jordan's arm was around my waist, holding me tightly against his chest. I was sweaty from being pressed against him, our naked skin sticking together.

  Jordan was making these adorable little noises while he slept and I couldn't stop myself from staring at him while he dreamed. Looking at him like this, vulnerable and relaxed, made my heart flutter painfully.

  We had officially been together for over a month now. Our road had been decidedly smooth. Though I couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. But also trying to not wait for the other shoe to drop. But all in all, I was happy.

  We were riding the blissful waves of the honeymoon period. And things were close to perfect. As long as we stayed far away from anything and everything Chi Delta and Pi Sig.

  It was sad how segregated our lives had become. I continued to attend to my mandatory responsibilities within the sisterhood but that was it. My life, that had six months ago, revolved around my sorority, was now tied up in this man lying beside me.

  Jordan's ties outside of our relationship were a bit more consuming. He had bartending and his band aside from his responsibilities with his fraternity.
We were both busy, but no matter how insane our days were, Jordan slept in my bed every single night.

  I knew I loved him. I wanted to tell him. But I held back. I don't know why. Maybe I was being ridiculous and wanted to hear him say it first. Or maybe I was scared that if I let it out there, it would change things completely. That maybe he wasn't ready for that level of commitment.

  Sure, he was the sweetest guy I'd ever met. He said and did things that made my inner pinky girlishness tingle. I knew he cared about me. But I couldn't stop myself from doubting that he could ever come to feel for me the way he had felt for Olivia. That girl he wrote that amazing song for.

  Yes, I was still fixated on that stupid song. I don't know what was wrong with me and why I couldn't get over it. Maybe it was because I was still forced to see his beautiful ex-girlfriend several times a week. And seeing her flawless perfectness made it damn near impossible to stop myself from calculating comparisons. Plus, she was dead set on feeding my insecurities like a wild fire out of control.