I’m surer now than ever that she and Audric are a thing now. She wouldn’t be defending him so hard if she wasn’t interested in him.
It was a joke. I wouldn’t spread lies like that.
It’s an attempt to cover my ass. I don’t want her mad at me, and although I’m not a fan of her and Audric together, I know there’s little I can do about it. For now.
Hazel doesn’t write back for the rest of class and when I try to put the notebook in front of her, she pushes it away, obviously pissed. Knowing I’m going to need to suck up to her a bit, I make a plan to ask her to lunch to explain. I have no idea what I’m going to say to make her see I was just kidding, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.
“Hazel, wait,” I say when class ends and she gets up to walk away. She turns and looks down at me.
“What?”
“I want to explain about what I said. Please. Have lunch with me?”
She looks torn and I know my pleading eyes are working on her. “Fine.”
I grin at her, thankful for her agreement, but knowing she can’t resist my charms makes me want to push things further, just to test the waters.
“Then we’ll have sex in the bathroom after lunch.”
“What is wrong with you?” she asks, appalled. But she blushes, too, which tells me it’s not completely out of the question in the future.
Oh, this is going to be a fantastic year.
Two
I text Des on the way to my car. Or, rather, I reply to the six messages she’s sent me while I was in class. That girl is damn clingy. And she won’t put out. Not yet, at least. So I need to keep her attached and thinking that I am just as lovey with her as she is with me. Good thing I’m a great actor. I let Des know I’m taking Hazel to lunch, since Des has a class in fifteen minutes, and I plan to console her friend. She agrees that it’s a good idea and tells me to have fun. If only she knew the kind of fun I want to have with Hazel.
I smile at Hazel and open the door of my car for her, a perfect gentleman. “Thanks,” she mumbles.
When I climb in, she turns the radio station to some goth-emo shit that drives me crazy, but I let it go. If I ever want to get with her, I need her to think I’m a great guy. So I smile and turn up the grunge music for her. She leans back against the seat and her eyes close. This shitty music relaxes her for some unknown reason.
I take her off campus for lunch, hoping she’ll appreciate the gesture. She smiles at me when we pull into a restaurant I heard her mention she loves. It’s early and we’ve beat the lunch crowd, so we get a booth right away.
“That remark about Audric really was a joke,” I start and she puts her hand up.
“I know. I overreacted. I’m a little emotional after the breakup and I just responded too quickly. I know you don’t have any problems with Audric.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I blurt. I can’t believe the words just came out of my mouth, but I’m shocked by her easy forgiveness.
“No, I’m not. I want revenge. On both of them.”
“Both? Roman and Audric?” She’s lost me.
“Roman and Cheyanne. I know a secret about that them. One that could destroy everything,” she explains and I know what she means.
“Deacon?”
“How’d you know?”
“I went to school with them. Didn’t Roman ever tell you the three of us were all from Columbia?”
“No. We didn’t really talk about important stuff like that, or his son,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Well, what kind of revenge do you want? As long as Deacon doesn’t get hurt, I’m down with helping you out.”
She smiles broadly, the tears disappearing. “Well, I was thinking that the whole school knowing about Deacon could harm them, but I got a juicy bit of gossip this morning from Audric,” she teases.
Audric. I need to get rid of that fucking kid. He’s messing up my game. “Oh yeah?”
“Apparently, Roman and his parents are going to blindside Cheyanne with a custody battle. They’ve talked to lawyers and Roman went home yesterday morning to chat with his folks and the lawyer about what he wants. I guess Cheyanne has too many rules about the kid and visitation and they are sick of it.”
I haven’t talked to Roman since he left for brunch at his parents yesterday. Des made me hang out with her all day, which left me with severe blue balls and no satisfaction. I wasn’t big on revealing something like that about my friend, especially since he hadn’t told me directly, but if this brought me closer to Hazel, I would do it.
“So what do you want to do?”
“I think I want to go buy a prepaid cell phone with a local number and send a mass text to as many people as I can about it, including Roman and Cheyanne. Not only would it out them as having a kid together, it would set both their lives on fire.”
It’s risky, but I wouldn’t be who I am without a little bit of risk. “Let’s do it.”
We share a smile as our meals arrive and I know we’ll be buying that prepaid phone as soon as we leave. My guess is we’ll be sending messages out to everyone we know before we even get back on campus.
That’s fine by me. Most of the people I’ve met at this school are fake and I can’t stand them, especially Cheyanne. She comes off as this virginal girl who just wants to get through class, but Roman and I know the truth about her. She lied about birth control when she slept with him, and before that, she was a total slut. So much so, in fact, that Roman demanded a paternity test before he took responsibility for his son. And Cheyanne refused to give little Deacon his last name, claiming he would be better off without Roman’s family name.
It irks me that he lets her have so much control, so I’m amazed and ecstatic that he’s stepping up and taking charge, trying to get custody of his kid. He’s my boy, and I’m proud. And even though I’m helping Hazel out his little plan, the goal is to ruin Cheyanne, not him. I want her to turn into the slutty girl she was before she got pregnant. Then I’ll make my move with her. And Roman won’t care because he’ll have custody of their kid and more fuel to the fire that she’s an unfit mother.
“You’re really on board?” Hazel asks, lifting her brows.
“Sure. Why?”
“Well, you and Roman are friends. I kind of figured you would have a problem hurting him,” she says.
“That’s true. But we’re going to pay cash for the phone and the minutes and I would hope you’re smart enough to use a fake name for the registration part, so how would it get back to him that it’s me? Especially since he hasn’t told me about the plan yet. There is the problem of Audric, though. If Roman told him, he’s going to know Audric told someone and he’s going to take the fall for you.”
“I’ve thought about that. But I think I will wait a few days until I can convince Cheyanne to tell me about it. That way she won’t know who it is and she’ll be able to tell Roman she told someone and I can just pin it on Audric. It’s perfect,” she says with a smile.
“Just be careful. I don’t want this coming back on me, Hazel.”
“Of course. Your name will never get brought up. You’ll be the mastermind behind the whole thing,” she confirms.
Yep, the mastermind. And Hazel will be my scapegoat, if necessary. Using her is a perfect plan for my eventual seduction. She’ll be so grateful that I’m helping her, she’ll repay me with sexual favors. I can’t wait until those start.
Three
On the way back to campus, we stop to pick up a phone. We agree on a flip phone without Internet access, that way it’s less likely to be traced.
“We’ll need to program all the phone numbers into it,” I tell her when we’re back in my car.
“Yeah, I’ll add the ones I know when I get back to my dorm, but not if Cheyanne is there,” she says.
“You can come to my dorm,” I suggest. “I don’t have a roommate and Des has classes tonight, so it’ll just be me.”
“Perfect. We are going to take down C
heyanne and Roman and I can’t wait.” She winks at me.
“Me either.”
I’m hoping their takedown leads to Hazel going down. She’s a pretty girl and I can already picture all the dirty things she’ll let me do to her.
We arrive on campus and walk to our building. Just as we reach the door, Audric bursts out, his face angry.
“Hey! You okay?” Hazel asks with concern. My jealousy flares but I push it down.
“Oh, just peachy. Cheyanne just found out about Roman’s parents’ plan for custody and she won’t even talk to me. She claims I knew about it and let her get blindsided. She hates me,” he says, defeated.
“She’s crazy for thinking that,” Hazel consoles him with a hug.
I clap my hand on his shoulder. “She’ll get over it, man. She’s just emotional.”
I meet Hazel’s eyes and we both realize that this fight between Cheyanne and Audric will work to our benefit. Now we have even more fuel for the fire we’re about to start.
Audric finally says he needs to go to class and stalks away from us.
“This is going to be perfect!” Hazel squeaks. “I’m not going to wait now. Let’s go get those numbers programmed so that we can start this.”
Once we’re in my room, I hand her my phone so she can start copying numbers. She sits on my bed and starts the long process. Knowing I can turn her on, I start to change my clothes, pulling my shirt up over my head.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes never leaving my chest.
“Changing. It’s no big deal,” I say and she seems to agree, but her eyes are eating me up. When I pull my jeans off, her gaze drifts lower, to my boxers. Under her watch, I feel myself grow hard but I don’t hide it.
Her eyes fly to mine. “Put your clothes on.”
“What if I don’t?” I say just to tease her. I walk over to the bed and wait to see if she makes a move.
She licks her lips provocatively and I pop out of my boxers, desperate for her touch. She lays both phones down next to her and scoots closer to her, her fingers moving to trace the head of my dick softly. I groan in agony and in the next instant, she’s pushed me back and gotten on her knees in front of me. When her mouth engulfs the head, I move my hands to her hair to help her along.
She bobs up and down, using the most incredible motions of her tongue combined with suction from her mouth and before I know it, I’m ready to come. Both my hands fist in her hair and I push myself deeper, wanting to blow deep in her throat. She accepts the pressure I put on her head and takes me even deeper.
I explode with a harsh groan and release her, but she doesn’t stray too far. She licks my shaft for several more seconds before she finally pulls away, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She bites her lip and I pull her up to stand in front of me. Knowing this might be my only chance, I lean in and kiss her neck, her sexy throat, and the delicate skin covering her clavicle.
When she stiffens against me, I know this is over.
“What did I just do?” she shrieks and covers her mouth with her hands as she pulls away from me. “You’re Destiny’s boyfriend! I can’t believe I just did that.”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Relax. Des will never know. And we can just forget it, okay? We were both caught up in moment and it happened. Let’s just erase it from our memories and go on like nothing happened.” She nods and moves back to sit on my bed again. She puts her face in her hands, and for a minute, I wonder if she’s crying. She looks up, though, and there aren’t any tears. She picks up the phones to start adding numbers again.
I pull on my basketball shorts and sit at my desk chair, crossing my ankles on top of the desk in an effort to look casual. I’m anything but. That blowjob was mind blowing and I want more and more from Hazel. She might not want to accept it, but her mouth was made to fit me. I just want to sink into her warm, wet mouth again and again.
When I feel myself get hard again, I know I need to stop. She won’t let herself be swept away in the moment so easily again. I’ll have to carefully plan out my next move.
“Don’t forget to add our numbers in there,” I suggest as she enters numbers in the new phone.
She looks up at me. “Why?”
“Well, if anyone ever found it, they would try to figure out who it belonged to, and most people don’t keep their own numbers in their phone,” I say with a smile.
“Oh. Good point,” she says and then busies herself with more numbers.
I watch her as she inputs each number. When a smile crosses her beautiful lips, I’m intrigued.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
She looks up. “I was just thinking about what happened before,” she admits and I’m floored.
“Most girls wouldn’t be so honest,” I say with a chuckle.
“I’m not most girls,” she replies with a raised brow.
“Don’t tease me, Hazel. I might be a gentleman and let you try to forget about what happened, but I’ll never forget it. And when you look as gorgeous as you do right now, I just want to throw you down and fuck you senseless.”
She looks down for a second and then glances back at me with mischief in her eyes. “Who says I’d turn you away?”
My dick jumps at her words and I know it’s going to be a long afternoon.
Four
I lock my door against the world and move back to the bed. Hazel is on her knees on the mattress, putting her at the perfect height for my kiss. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, letting my lips drift over hers. She sighs and I deepen the kiss, my tongue reaching out to demand entrance into her sweet mouth.
She’s so sweet, so responsive, I don’t waste any time. I know she’s going to be ready for me, so I pull her jean shorts and panties down her legs. I don’t even bother with her top; the only thing I want is to get inside her. I lay her back on the bed and bring my hand to her sweet folds, anxious to test her wetness. She’s soaking, already more than ready for me. I push my middle finger deep inside her and she arches against me with a moan. I kiss her throat as I penetrate her and then thrust my hand against her over and over.
Her arms rise to my neck and she’s close to release already, her thighs trembling against mine. I want to make her shatter before I get fully inside her. Just to push her over the edge, I curl my finger inside her and rub my thumb over her clit, knowing it’ll drive her crazy. Her hips rise off the bed and then she’s shaking beneath me, her eyes rolling back in pure satisfaction.
Just as I pull my finger out of her and get ready to fuck her, a knock lands on my door.
“Nolan! I need to talk to you,” says the person on the other side. It’s Roman and he sounds pissed.
“Wanna piss him off?” I whisper to Hazel, who looks mortified.
“No!”
“Oh, come on, you’re no fun,” I say and then move down her body to give her wet folds a lick. When she makes a sound deep in her throat, I press harder against her, hoping she’ll let me show her off to Roman. Won’t he be jealous?
More knocking sounds. “I know you’re in there, man! Come on, open up.”
“Open up,” I repeat to Hazel in a whisper and spread her in front of me, bending my head to lick her again.
When Roman starts pounding on the door, I know I need to answer it. I pull away from Hazel with a lingering look at her half-naked body on my bed. I know she’s worried about Roman, but I can’t figure out why. Roman’s moved on, I’m sure, so she doesn’t have anything to worry about.
I pull my shorts up to hide my erection and yank open the door, the blinding lights of the hallway seeping into my room. Luckily, my bed, and Hazel on it, is against the wall behind the door so Roman doesn’t catch a glimpse of her.
“What’s up, man?” I ask in an annoyed tone. He’s barged in to the wrong situation.
“I need to talk to you,” he says, serious.
“Can’t it wait?”
“No.” He doesn’t go on and I’m intrigued.
Knowing I might no
t get another chance with Hazel, and regretting it deeply, I step out into the hallway and close my door behind me.
“Let’s take a walk,” I suggest, needing to get away from Hazel to calm my raging desire. Roman agrees and we walk outside the building and begin a trek around the campus.
This is my third year at Coastal, and although I’m only a year older than Roman, I feel much wiser, considering he and Cheyanne went to a community college at home last year while I’ve been living in the dorms all three years of college. Every summer, the two of them got more and more miserable as the tension between their families intensified.
“So, my parents are going to try for custody of Deacon,” he announces.
I already know, but feign shock. “What?”
“Yeah. It’s bad, Nolan. I mean, I’ve made threats to Chey before about custody, but I never actually meant it. I used them to get what I wanted from her. And now… My parents blindsided me with this. They only told me because they wanted me to know before Cheyanne, but I found out just a few minutes before she did. And now, because I did know, she blames me and thinks it was all my idea.”
“That’s heavy, man. I need a smoke,” I say, knowing I can’t on campus. What I wouldn’t give to be at the beach with a pipe.
“What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know, man. Cheyanne’s a smart girl. I think she’ll figure out that you weren’t involved. If you were smart, you and she would join forces to go against your parents in the custody battle. No judge is going to refuse custody to both parents,” I explain.
“You’re right. My parent’s will have to do this without me. And Cheyanne will have to see that it wasn’t my idea. Thanks!” Roman barely acknowledges me as Hazel walks toward us looking mussed and well-fucked. Well, almost.
“Hey, guys,” she calls out with a smile and I have to give her credit: she doesn’t look like the same girl she did a few hours ago. With revenge up her sleeve, she knows she’s in power now.
“Hazel,” Roman greets her, his eyes noticing her disheveled state.
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