Hot & Nerdy

by Shannyn Schroeder

  Felicity’s jaw dropped. They were talking about her? She was a project? She gulped the rest of her drink and let the words sink in. Could Becky be right?

  A small voice in her head agreed. Of course, Becky was right. Felicity had seen Lucas solve problems and fix things for numerous people over the last two days. He fixed her problem with the rental car. He taught her how to carry on small talk with strangers. Hell, she’d asked him to fix her so she’d be able to pick up a guy.

  And really, none of that bothered her.

  What bothered her most about the whole conversation was the attitude Becky had toward Lucas. As if he was somehow dim-witted for wanting to help people. Becky hadn’t seen her, and Felicity didn’t give away her position, but when Becky moved toward the dance floor, making a beeline for Lucas, Felicity hopped off her stool. She wobbled a bit and then propelled herself forward.

  If nothing else, she was here to keep Becky away from Lucas. That was part of their deal.

  Becky had her back to Felicity as she tried to tug Lucas to the dance floor. Felicity only heard the tail end of whatever Becky was saying, and it ended with, “What do you see in her?”

  Felicity stepped in between them and slid her arm around Lucas’s waist. “I’m absolutely amazing in bed. He’s said that he’d never been as thoroughly fucked as he has been with me.”

  Becky’s mouth opened and closed as she stepped back. When Becky was off the dance floor, Felicity took a step away, but Lucas pulled her and she crashed into him. She looked up into his face to apologize, but his smile startled her.

  “That was fabulous.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t think anyone has ever spoken to Becky that way.”

  “Sorry. It was crude, but if you could’ve heard—”

  He lowered his head and kissed her again; this time his tongue slid into her mouth, catching her by surprise. He tasted good. The slow stroke of his tongue and the press of his lips made her moan.

  He pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

  “Are you drunk?”

  She shook her head, then squinted. “Maybe a little. I told you I’m not much of a drinker.” She stepped closer, rubbing her body against his, getting even more turned on thinking about the hard muscle beneath the suit he wore.

  He ran a finger down the side of her face, the touch gentle. “Thank you for getting rid of Becky. You are the best date I’ve ever had at a wedding.”

  “Go to weddings often?”

  “Okay, maybe that was a bad choice of words.” He put his arm around her shoulder again in a move that was becoming way too comfortable. “Let’s go get you some coffee.”

  She sighed. There went the phenomenal kisses. As they walked to the bar, Felicity wondered if he passed out kisses like that to all the girls or just the ones who pretended to be his date.

  Chapter 6

  Lucas tracked down a waiter and asked for two cups of coffee. Felicity planned to go back to her hotel tonight, so she needed to sober up. It was probably for the best because if she stayed with him, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t make a move. She looked so fucking hot in that dress, but all he’d wanted to do all night was peel it off her. But she’d made it clear that she was here as his fake date and she was looking to pick up other men on her vacation.

  He handed her a coffee. As her lips touched the rim of the cup, he was reminded of their kiss. She’d participated in that kiss. He gave himself a mental shake. She was almost drunk. Of course she participated. Even if she hadn’t drunk all that wine, she would’ve let him kiss her to keep up appearances. She hadn’t shied away from his touch once.

  But most of the time, she looked at him like maybe he was a little crazy.

  She drank the coffee in silence, watching the wedding guests get drunk and attempt to dance. He didn’t touch the other cup. He wanted another beer, but figured it wouldn’t be nice to drink in front of her when he was telling her to sober up. As soon as she was sober, she would leave.

  The thought left him cold. He’d had a great time hanging out with Felicity for the past two days and hadn’t given much thought to her not being around tomorrow. “Want to dance?”

  She jerked in her seat and turned to face him. “Huh?”

  “Dance. Do you want to?”

  She sighed. “I’m not a good dancer.”

  “You danced fine before.”

  “That was a slow song.”

  He stood and walked to the DJ to request a slow song. If this was his last chance to hold Felicity, he would make the most of it. By the time he returned to Felicity, the slow song was starting. It was old, Journey, if he wasn’t mistaken. He held out his hand, and Felicity stared up at him. “You wanted slow.”

  She stood, placing her palm in his. “I’m still wobbly.”

  “That’s okay. I won’t let you fall.”

  He led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped an arm around his waist and interlocked the fingers of her other hand with his. His right palm rested at the base of her back, right on the curve at the top of her ass. His thumb stroked the skin left bare by the back of the dress. He wondered if he could dip his hand inside but shook the thought away.

  “I’ve had a good time tonight.”

  “Really?” he asked. She’d been a great sport, putting up with his family asking all kinds of questions and demanding her attention while he dealt with one minor crisis or another. They easily accepted her as his girlfriend, and it might be harder than anticipated to explain to them that he and Felicity had broken up.

  She moved her head and tilted her face up. “Yes, really.”

  Her eyes were clear, honest. He liked that about her. What you saw seemed to be what you got with Felicity. As his gaze locked on hers, their feet barely shuffled. Time froze and their breathing synchronized.

  One eyebrow flicked up a moment before Felicity’s hand bunched his shirt and tugged him down. “Kiss me.”

  He didn’t need further urging. The hand at her back pulled her closer, pressing her body into his. He wanted to feel the softness of her against him. His lips brushed hers, and her hand grabbed the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair, as her tongue touched his. He tasted the coffee and behind that, sweet wine.

  She wasn’t waiting for him to take the lead. She demanded his attention. He grabbed her ass and held on. His hard-on pressed against her. She eased away. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  He tore his gaze away from her and looked around the room. The party was winding down, and while his absence might be noticed, he wouldn’t be missed. “You sure?”

  She nodded.

  With his hands, he cradled her face and stared into her eyes carefully assessing her. “I’m not asking if you want to. I’m asking if you’re sober enough to want to.”

  “Yes to all of the above.”

  He took her hand and led the way to the elevators without a word to anyone. If he said good-bye, it would turn into long conversations that would ruin the momentum. They stepped into the elevator, and Felicity yanked his tie loose. She began to unbutton his shirt and nudged her body between his legs. As she kissed his chest, she rubbed her body against his throbbing dick.

  He gripped the rail behind him for balance and willed the car to move faster. When the doors slid open on his floor, he grabbed Felicity’s shoulders and pushed her into the hall. “Don’t lose that thought.” Fumbling in the pocket of his currently too-tight pants, he found the key card and shoved the door open.

  By the time he turned on the light, Felicity had already stepped out of her shoes and had contorted her arms to reach the zipper on her back.

  “Allow me,” he said, skimming his fingers over her bare shoulders and down the deep V of the dress to where the zipper started. He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. She shivered. The zipper hissed and her breath followed. As soon as the material loosened, she turned to face him, tugging the dress loose and allowing it to drop from her body.

  The slic
k material pooled at her feet, and she wore nothing beneath the dress. He was so grateful he hadn’t known that earlier. It would’ve made functioning damn near impossible. She stepped closer, and he realized he was staring. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and yanked it from his pants.

  The process was taking too long. He toed off his shoes and worked the buckle of his belt free. Because his hands were busy, Felicity couldn’t get his shirt all the way off.

  “Stop moving,” she ordered.

  He froze. She slid the sleeves off his arms and tossed the shirt aside. Her cool fingers skated along his waistband and finished opening his pants. She slid her palms against his hips and shoved his pants down, taking his boxers with them. She followed with her body until she was on her knees in front of him. His dick was hard and standing out. From her position on the floor, she looked up at him and smiled as she wrapped her cool fingers around his hot flesh and stroked.

  His muscles tensed at her touch, and he almost jumped out of his skin when her tongue darted out and wet the tip. He fisted his hands as she took him in her mouth. She moaned, and the vibrations in her throat reverberated through him. He closed his eyes and focused on not embarrassing himself.

  With his cock in her mouth, she grabbed his hand and uncurled his fingers before bringing it to her head. Her soft hair tickled his palm. She picked up pace, and his hand tightened on her hair, creating the rhythm he wanted. Fuck, she was hot.

  In his head, he began listing baseball stats of his team to hold off exploding. No way was this going to end quickly. But she was insistent, so he pulled away.

  “Hey, I wasn’t done.” She leaned back on her heels.

  “Yeah, well, I don’t want to be done yet, either, and if you keep going, I will be.” He bent over and hauled her to her feet. He kissed her swollen lips and palmed her ass, enjoying the feel of it even more without the barrier of the dress.

  “Bed,” she said against his lips.

  He grabbed her hips and tossed her. She squealed when she went airborne, even though it wasn’t far. She laughed and then thumped a fist on her chest. “Ug, me caveman.”

  “Not a caveman, unless you like that sort of thing. You said you wanted the bed. I take direction well.” He turned to his bag to find some condoms.

  “Hey,” she called. “When I said bed, I expected you to join me.”

  He turned back to her and held up the condoms. Tossing them on the nightstand, he lay down beside her. He stroked his hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip. She spread her legs, inviting his touch, but he took his time. He caressed the soft skin of her stomach and let his fingertips toy with the trim hair of her pussy.

  She grabbed his head and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her hips wiggled. When he touched her, she was already wet. He rubbed her clit, earning him a deep moan. She ground against his hand, creating her own rhythm. He raised himself up on one arm and reached for a condom.

  She snatched it from him and ripped it open. She gave his shoulder a quick shove to get him to lie back. Once the condom was in place, she climbed on top of him and began to ride. She bounced hard and fast as he held her hips. Her eyes were closed, and she grabbed her breasts and squeezed, tugging at the nipples.

  He just watched her, getting more turned on at the sight, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up, holding on to her back, so she wouldn’t fall. Her eyes popped open like she’d forgotten he was even part of the equation.

  Her hands fell away, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He shifted to the edge of the bed, giving him more control of her thrusts. He slowed her pace, drawing out the pleasure for both of them, until she was pulling his hair and slapping his shoulder.

  He stood, and her legs automatically wrapped around him. He laid her on the bed, but kept his feet planted on the floor. He hooked an arm under her knee, opening her to him even more. He pounded into her, flesh slapping, breath panting, sweat-slicked skin sliding. Her hand slid between them, and he felt her finger rubbing herself when they collided.

  She kept her eyes open, staring at him, dark and full of lust. Her other hand pinched a nipple, and she smiled at him. He leaned over, feeling her muscles contract, and kissed her neck, feeling her rapid pulse throbbing.

  She cried out when she came, and he followed, emptying into her, straining every muscle in his body, until he collapsed.

  Felicity may have meant her tossed-off comment to Becky to be fiction, but he began to believe Felicity could deliver. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he still saw stars behind his eyelids. If he wasn’t in such good shape from working out with the baseball team, he might be convinced he was having a heart attack.

  Lucas forced himself up on his elbows, worried that he might be suffocating Felicity. She was looking up at him, her chest heaving as much as his. Her eyes were at half-mast, looking sleepy and satisfied. He moved her sweaty hair away from her face, the bouncy curl that she’d put in earlier gone, leaving behind a gentle wave.

  “Why are you staring at me?” she asked.

  “I like the look of you.”

  She sat up, forcing him away from her. She ran a hand through her hair and looked around the room. He knew that look. He’d used that look. The one that said, “Where’s my shit so I can get going?”

  “Don’t leave.”

  She stiffened at his touch on her back. She was ready to bolt, but he had no idea why. What they just experienced was amazing. He continued with something that would work for her: logic. “You might feel better, but you still have a lot of alcohol in your system. You’re not good to drive.”

  She inhaled deeply and slowly released the breath.

  He sat up and kissed her shoulder. “Stay with me.”

  Felicity woke, and the sky was just beginning to lighten. She looked over at Lucas lying spread eagle, sound asleep beside her, and felt like an idiot. She’d learned her lesson about spending the night with guys. She never understood their intentions or expectations beyond having sex. Sex, she understood.

  But something felt different with Lucas. She didn’t know why it felt different or if she was even right in her assessment. All she did know was that she didn’t want him to wake up and have some stupid conversation about their fake relationship as he tried to let her down easy. She couldn’t stomach that.

  Because of whatever it was that was different.

  She eased off the bed. He didn’t stir. Glad she hadn’t brought her bag when she checked into her hotel yesterday, she dug through it for clean clothes. She grabbed the dress from last night and shoved it into the bag. Looking around the room for anything else she might’ve left behind, her eyes landed on Lucas again and she sighed.

  He was heading back to Chicago, and she had a vacation to finish. She really hoped Layla’s car was fixed and she was on her way. For once, Felicity would be able to swap stories about phenomenal sex with a random guy.

  Even if Lucas no longer felt random.

  She left the hotel room, closing the door quietly. The elevator couldn’t move fast enough. Even if Lucas didn’t wake, he had friends and family all over the hotel that she didn’t want to run into. She walked to her car as quickly as possible and drove to her hotel.

  In her room, she dropped her bag on the bed and took a long hot shower to try to get Lucas off her mind. After getting redressed, she texted Charlie to see how her weekend went. While trying to figure out her next move, her phone rang. Layla.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, what’s up? You in Texas?”

  “Yes, I’m here and it’s beautiful. Are you going to make it?”

  “I don’t think so. Phin said it’ll take a couple of days to fix my car. Best case, it’ll be done on Wednesday. By the time I drive there, it would be time to turn around and head back to school.”

  Felicity’s stomach sank. “No. That’s awful. What am I supposed to do?”

  “What do you mean? Have fun. You’re capable of doing this, Felicity. Whenever you’re presented with an opportunity, don’t
do what you would normally do. Stop and think, ‘What would Charlie and Layla want me to do?’ Then do that.”

  Felicity groaned, but she had in fact done just that when Lucas asked her to go to the wedding.

  “Speaking of Charlie, have you heard from her?”

  “She texted yesterday about having dinner with Ethan, but she hasn’t responded to my text today to tell me what happened.”

  “Wait a minute. You’re on vacation at a beach, and instead of going out and enjoying yourself, you’re sitting there texting Charlie and talking to me? Leave the hotel room.”

  “I left earlier.” Felicity walked out onto the balcony and looked at the beach. It was still early enough that it wasn’t yet crowded.

  “For breakfast, right?”

  Felicity didn’t respond. Part of her wanted to tell Layla about Lucas, but in truth, she didn’t know what to say.

  “Put on your swimsuit, pack a bag, and leave. Promise me that you won’t go back to your room for at least the next six hours.”

  A jolt of panic struck her. “What am I supposed to do for six hours?”

  “Swim, sunbathe, drink, pick up a gorgeous guy, eat, drink some more, make friends.”

  The thought of last night’s wine made her cringe. “That’s a lot of stuff I’m not good at.”

  “Promise.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Do or do not. There is no try.”

  Felicity laughed. “Don’t you think it’s time to let go of the Star Wars quotes?”

  “Blasphemer. Go have fun. I plan to.”

  “I’m sure you do.” Felicity’s voice held a hint of jealousy. “How did you meet this guy?”

  Layla told her about Phin, and Felicity was surprised by how much Layla knew about him in such a short time. Then she thought about Lucas again. “Are you falling for this guy?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve only known him for a couple of days.”

  “But you’re talking like you’re all invested in his life. If it was just sex, then that’s all you’d be rambling on about. Don’t get me wrong, I’m kind of glad you’re off that conversation, since I have none coming my way, but you have to know that this can’t go anywhere.”