“Hey, girl,” I say, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Roman looks confused but he doesn’t say anything about my friendliness toward Hazel. “I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the chat, Nolan. Goodnight, Hazel.”
As he walks away, Hazel giggles against me. “He was jealous, wasn’t he?”
“Oh yeah he was. Oh well. He’ll have to get used to seeing us together,” I say, surprising us both. Don’t I want to sow my wild oats? I’m not so sure anymore. Hazel is something else.
“We’re only together to create chaos,” she admonishes me.
“I like chaos.”
Five
I wake alone, unable to get Hazel to sleep in my room last night. I don’t mind, but I hate waking up by myself. It’s one of the reasons I have so many friends with benefits. Oh, well. After shooting Destiny a quick text, I break for the bathroom, hoping I’m the first one in.
To my chagrin, Cheyanne is showering in the stall farthest from the door. I nod to her but otherwise ignore her. I might think she’s hot, but at the moment, I don’t want to get involved with her. It’s too big a risk when Hazel and I are planning to ruin her.
I know she probably doesn’t deserve this bomb that’s going to be dropped, but I’m a sucker for scandal – and for Hazel. I think she might be able to talk me into anything, which is a bit scary. I’m sure she doesn’t want a relationship, but I plan to pursue her. Until Destiny starts giving it up, I need to be satisfied. And oh, Hazel is one-hundred-percent satisfying. She’s got skills I’ve never encountered in a woman before. She’s incredible.
Once I’m in the shower, I notice Cheyanne stealing glances at me above the stalls. I give her a what-do-you-want look and she glares at me.
I’m confused. “What the hell did I do?” I say over the loud spray of water against me.
“Don’t play dumb. Leave Hazel alone,” she commands.
“Say what?”
“I’m almost positive she was with you last night and she just got her heart broken by Roman. Do you really think she needs another player to shatter her?”
Is this really the same girl I’ve known for years? She’s become a total bitch, just as Hazel informed me. Before she had Deacon, she was actually pleasant.
I laugh. “I think you need to get your facts straight. I’m with Destiny,” I explain with an upraised eyebrow.
“Whatever. Just don’t screw her over,” she says with a sigh.
I’m not sure if she means Hazel or Destiny, but I don’t care. I’ll do what I want. And I’m pretty sure Hazel won’t be telling anyone about what happened, or if it happens again, so I know I’ll be able to keep things up with Destiny until she decides to sleep with me.
Until then, Hazel is good enough. When Destiny wants to fuck me, though, I’ll leave Hazel in the dust. She’ll have served her purpose. I smile into the shower spray as Cheyanne exits her shower and leaves the room. I shake my head at the audacity she has. Hazel is just a fling and she knows that. So there won’t be any heartbreaking for either of us.
* * * * *
After a full day of classes, I’m exhausted and can think of nothing better than getting Hazel to my room for some stress-relieving activities. Before I can find her, though, I run into Miranda.
She’s definitely a girl next door, but she’s got a kick-ass body, too. She’s plain, for the most part, but that luscious body gets me hard. Her brown eyes are more hazelnut than dark chocolate, like Hazel’s, and they just aren’t that appealing. Her hair is piled on top of her head and messy, like she forgot she has any and just left her room without a thought about it. Her ends are frizzy, too, something that irritates me to no end. She’s dressed in loose jeans and a hoodie, an outfit that does nothing to show off her figure.
“Nolan, hey, can I talk to you?” she asks.
“I’m kind of busy. I have plans,” I explain, continuing on my way to the dorms. Miranda keeps up with my rapid pace and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
“It won’t take long,” she insists.
I stop. “What is it?”
“Are you and Destiny dating?”
Jesus. What is it with people being so concerned with my fucking love life? “Yeah, we are.”
“Oh. That’s too bad,” she says with a sly smile. “I thought maybe you and I could have some fun.” She winks and walks away. I’m baffled.
Did she just hit on me? I’m pretty sure that’s what it was, but I don’t get much time to think about it as Destiny approaches.
“Hey, babe,” she greets me with a chaste kiss.
“Hey,” I reply against her lips, putting my arms around her to bring her close and deepen the kiss.
She pulls away. “Not here, Nolan, sheesh! People can see us.”
I glance around and the area is completely empty, but I let it go. “How were your classes?”
“Okay, I guess. Are we doing anything for dinner tonight?” she asks, hopeful.
After that lack of affection, I’m ready to ditch her for the night. “Actually, I have a whole bunch of work to do, so I think I’m just going to order in and get to it.”
“Oh,” she says, crestfallen. “That’s okay. I guess I have some stuff to do, too.”
“Actually, most of my work is calculus, and since Hazel’s in my class, I was going to ask her to help me out. She seems to have a better grasp of it than I do,” I lie.
“Oh sure,” she agrees with a smile. “Hazel’s really smart.”
“Yeah, maybe she’ll tutor me.”
“She might charge you a lot,” Des replies with a grin.
“I’m willing to pay her whatever she wants,” I say, knowing sexual favors might be involved. I’m counting on it, actually.
Des laughs. “Well, I’ll let you get going. I’ll text you later.”
I watch her walk to her dorm and continue on my way, knowing I’ll have Hazel naked within the hour. Maybe I should plan an actual seduction… It could go over better in convincing her to sleep with me.
I get to my dorm and pull out a few candles, ready to turn my room into seduction city, but a knock at the door ruins my plans. With a dreadful sigh, I open the door and find Andre.
“Hey, man,” I say, not really interested in what he has to say.
“Hey, can I talk to you?”
One of the problems with being an RA is that my peers think of me as their automatic friend and counselor, when really, I couldn’t give a shit about any of them, especially guys.
“Sure,” I agree. As much as I want to be a dick, it’s just not going to do any good. I haven’t called Hazel yet, so she’s not on her way or anything. I step back into my room and allow him to come in. “What’s up?
“I need some advice.”
Of course you do. “I’ll do what I can to help.” I sit on my bed and gesture for him to take the desk chair.
“It’s Hazel,” he says after he sits. His elbows rest on his knees casually, but every muscle in my body just jerked to life.
“What about her?” I ask, trying not to sound too agitated.
“Well, she’s gorgeous, obviously, but after she and Roman broke up, we kind of…”
“Kind of what?” I’m nearing hysteria because I already know what he’s going to say.
“We slept together on the beach. It was a mistake. But I just can’t get her out of my head,” he admits with a grin.
“She’s a slut,” I blurt before I think better of it.
“Watch it, man! I like her.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. She’s just as much of a player as Roman is, Andre. She was coming on to me last night,” I tell him. Andre searches my face for signs of deception, but I don’t portray any, since it’s mostly true. Plus, I’ve always been a great liar.
“Oh, I had no idea. She seemed so upset about Roman breaking up with her,” he trailed off, lost in thought.
“I hear you, man. She’s been playing all the guys, even Audric. I heard they made out on the first day a
nd then she and Roman were together on day two. That hardly seems like a girl who’s only interested in one man. She played us all,” I tell him, strengthening my resolve to keep Hazel all to myself.
“I guess I’ll just let her be, then. I don’t want to get mixed up with a girl like that,” Andre says, more to himself than to me.
“Exactly.”
He thanks me for my time and then leaves. Finally.
Six
After I text Hazel and ask what she’s doing tonight, an hour passes. It’s the slowest sixty minutes of my life. I need to get laid. When I can’t take it anymore, I blow out the candles in my room and then walk to her dorm room.
As I approach the door, I hear loud laughter. There’s a guy and girl inside and my stomach plummets. I gather my courage and knock on the door.
Cheyanne swings the door open. “Oh, hey, Nolan. Destiny’s not here.”
I panic. I have to know if Hazel’s in this room. “Is she with Hazel somewhere?”
“No, Hazel’s right here,” she says, opening the door wider and revealing Hazel and Audric cuddly on her bed, Hazel giggling like a little girl and Audric tickling her senseless. Jealousy boiled deep in my belly, threatening to erupt at any second.
“Hazel, can I talk to you for a second?” I say, my voice surprisingly even and calm. I have to repeat myself to be heard over her raucous laughter.
Once we’re in the hall, I close the door, sealing Audric and Cheyanne inside and forcing Hazel to make eye contact. When she sees my fierce expression, her smile disappears, leaving her sober.
“What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper. I don’t want them to hear us in her room, where I know they’ll be eavesdropping.
“I don’t know what you mean. Audric and I were just hanging out. I think Cheyanne was sick of us, though, so it’s probably best that you stopped in. Are you looking for Des? She said you had to study and that she was solo for the night. I was thinking about going over and hanging out with her.”
“I’m not studying tonight. But you’re going to tell Des and Audric and Cheyanne that you are. You’re my tutor in calculus for the evening.”
I don’t give her time to argue. I push open her door and notice that Cheyanne jumps back in surprise from where she’d been listening. Stupid bitch is going to get what’s coming to her. I escort Hazel inside and tell her to grab her stuff.
“Hazel has agreed to be my tutor for the night, guys. Sorry she’s going to have to leave the ticklefest.”
“Thank God,” I hear Cheyanne mutter under her breath. My hatred for her grows and any lingering guilt I might have felt for her regarding what we’re about to do dissipates.
Before we get into anything sexual, I plan to have Hazel send out the texts about Cheyanne. The redhead deserves it. Maybe I can somehow use the text as leverage to get Hazel to sleep with me. I doubt it, but it’s definitely worth a try.
Hazel doesn’t say much as she gathers her bag, shoving her books inside with too much force. She walks, silently, with me to my room. I enter and go to my iPod, turning on some light music to help with the sounds I know we’re eventually going to make. When I turn to look at Hazel, she’s closed my door, dropped her bag on the floor, and is leaning back against the door with a pissed-off look on her face. She looks so damn hot.
“You know, I don’t appreciate being pushed around,” she starts. I walk toward her as she speaks. “I’m not the kind of girl to just be submissive–”
I delve my hands into her hair and push her closer to the door as my lips descend on hers, interrupting her little speech. She tastes so good, minty with a hint of coffee, and my senses go wild.
I didn’t plan on doing this first, but she’s just so damn hot, I know I won’t be able to think about anything else until I have her. Hazel is tentative at first, almost shy. But when her hands claw their way up my back and she arches into me, I know she’s as lost as I am.
I press farther into her, her soft curves giving way as my body melds into hers. We fit together more perfectly than I’ve fit with any other girl. She’s perfect. I trail my fingers down her face, tickling her cheek. She smiles up at me like I’m all she sees and my heart clenches tightly. I reach around her and lock the door and then lift her left leg and hook it around my hip. She understands what I want and uses her hands on my shoulders for leverage to get her other leg around me, ankles locked behind me.
I moan into the hollow of her throat and suck the sweet skin of her neck. She throws her head back in pleasure and releases a low moan. It’s a sound that releases the animal in me. I pull her away from the door, my hands under her ass to support her as she clings to my neck. I walk to my bed and lay her on it, following her down. I press lingering kisses to her neck and then pull down her top a little to get my fill of her breasts.
“Take it off,” she demands when I can’t quite get it all the way down.
I help her get the damn thing off and she moans at the contact of my tongue and her nipple. She’s so responsive, so alive. I want to make her come a million times, forever. Surprised by my own thoughts, I push away any idea of forever and try to remember that she’s just filling in for Des. But even I know I’m only lying to myself. This girl is it for me. She’s the one.
Minutes, or hours, later, I’ve got both of us naked. I roll on the condom and press into her burning heat. She’s so warm, so wet, so tight. I could sink into her forever. Straining for breath, I rise above her on my fists and pump into her, dragging us both closer and closer to our imminent orgasms.
When she explodes, she consumes me. She squeezes my dick so hard, I’m helpless to the climax pouring down on me and I release myself inside her. Shuddering, I slump over her, still holding my weight over her with my arms. I kiss her ear, her cheek, and finally, her mouth.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, knowing I’ll never get enough.
She gulps. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Guilt has obviously set in. I want to comfort her.
“I’ll break it off with Des in the morning. I only want you, Hazel. That was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, honesty popping out before I can stop it.
I look at her beautiful face and notice the tears forming. “Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”
“That was wrong! You’re with Des and I’m supposed to be her best friend, Nolan! This can’t happen again. I won’t do this to her,” she says, pushing me off her.
I roll over toward the wall and she gets up, searches for her clothes, and dresses, all while crying silently. The black streaks down her face pull at my heart. I don’t want her to feel this way about us.
“I’ll break up with her now,” I tell her, scooting off the bed and standing naked in front of her.
Hazel pulls on her shirt and looks up at me, fully clothed and pure sadness reigning in her eyes. “No, Nolan. Stay with her. I can’t keep doing this. Eventually, it’s going to catch up with me. I can’t be dishonest with my friend. So we can keep up the text messages, if that’s what you want to do, but we can’t do that again.” She’s firm, already set in her decision and my heart screams from inside my chest, no!
“If that’s what you want,” I say, and I turn away from her, disposing of the condom and pulling on my boxers. When I turn back, she’s gone; the door clicks definitively in place. I could go after her, but I know it won’t do any good. I saw the determination in her eyes.
It’s over.
Seven
No more than ten minutes after Hazel leaves, I’m nursing a beer, depressed. My attitude doesn’t make sense, but I can’t help it. I only just figured out how important she is to me, and she’s dumping me. It’s not fair.
A knock on my door has my heart jumping with anticipation that it’s Hazel and she’s changed her mind. When I pull open the door, though, I struggle to keep a positive outlook.
“Hey, stud,” Destiny greets me with a husky voice. I take in the long coat she’s wearing, wondering why she
wants to wear that thing when it’s still pretty warm out.
I’m sure she wants to fool around a little, but after what just happened, I don’t even know if I’ll be turned on by her.
I give her a fake smile. “Hey, Des.”
“Can I come in?” she asks coyly and I wonder what she’s up to.
I open the door wider to allow her in and then wander over to my bed. I’m still in just my boxers and I can’t believe my life has turned around so quickly. I’m always the one to leave them high and dry, wanting me, but Hazel managed to switch it around somehow. I want that dark-haired Goth girl even more, now that I’ve had her. She’s got me wrapped around her finger and now she wants nothing to do with me.
“Nolan? Hello?” Destiny waves her hands in front of me and I look up, finally snapping free of my Hazel reverie and taking in the sight before me.
This is not the demure Destiny who giggles when I kiss her and pulls away when things get too intense. No, this must be an invasion of the body snatchers because Des is dressed to the nines in a slinky black negligee and three-inch black high heels. She looks…
“Damn,” I say, blinking at her. “What’s all this?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I think I’ve made you wait long enough,” she explains.
Realization dawns. “Des, you don’t have to. I mean, I don’t want to be one of those guys who pushes a girl into sex too soon, especially in a new relationship.” I throw my hands up to ward her off, but she advances anyway.
She pushes my hands out of her way and straddles me on the bed, her silky thighs rubbing tauntingly along my hips. With her hands in my hair, she pouts.
“Don’t I turn you on, baby?” She licks her lips and I feel my dick stir.
These freshmen girls are going to kill me, I think. And then I don’t think at all. My hands frame her luscious hips and pull her closer, grinding my now straining cock against her tender flesh. I grip her hips so hard, I’m pretty sure I’ll leave marks. Des doesn’t complain, though. If anything, she acts like she wants more.
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