by Ali Parker
"Welcome to DeAngelos." The older man that owned the place walked to the counter and gave me a warm, fatherly smile.
"Hi. I'm Emily. I'm here to apply for a job if you're still hiring." I placed my hands on the counter and hoped like hell that the application was short and sweet. The last thing on my list of things to do was make Brody wait too long and have to hear his mouth.
"We are still hiring, and the job is yours." He extended his hand. "I'm Tony DeAngelo. Nice to meet you."
"Really?" I shook his hand and chuckled. "Do I need to fill out an application?"
"Nope. Just be here tomorrow, ready to work, and we'll have you fill out paperwork then. I'm going to have you help me at the front with hostessing and waiting tables. That sound all right?"
"It's perfect." I glanced around and nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you."
"No, thank you!"
*
I'd pushed Brody off when we got back to his place with the fact that my stomach was killing me. The bastard was fine with taking advantage of me when everything else was going wrong, but if I had something wrong with my stomach, he was out. Something about getting sick at summer camp as a kid and almost dying from barfing too much. It was dramatic and stupid, but I used it as often as I could. I had one foot out the door... I wasn't letting him touch me again if I could help it.
"You look fucking hot tonight." He slid his hand up my thigh, dragging my dress with him as I put my lipstick on using the visor above my head. "What color are your panties?"
"White." I swatted his hand away.
He growled and pushed the skirt up farther before reaching over and petting my mound. "So beautiful. How's your stomach? I might have to take you in the back room at the Omega place and steal a few kisses."
"My stomach hurts, remember?" I glanced over at him as he slipped his fingers into the side of my panties. "Brody."
"It's all good, baby." He ran his fingers through my folds and pulled them out, lifting them to his face and licking them clean. "Yeah, I'm gonna need that."
I pulled my skirt down and ignored him, though his naughty actions alone had my blood warming. Where I hated him, it had been more than a week of feeling pleasure of any sort. I was achy for attention, but willing to deny myself completely if it meant walking away sooner than later.
"Try not to stick your dick in any random chick's mouth tonight, okay?" I gave him a shit-eating grin and got out of the car the minute it was safe to do so. I wasn't holding his damn hand all night, and with any luck, he wouldn't find anyone worthy of his debauchery and we could get out of there.
I walked up to the Omega House and ignored the catcalls that followed us, not really sure if they were for me or Brody. Not that I cared. It was just after eleven, and the place was lit up like it was the middle of the afternoon. Why the campus police allowed the frat house to run rule the street and cause commotion half the night - every night - was beyond me.
"Hey Em." Micah reached out to hug me before going for an awkward handshake instead. He must have seen Brody.
"Hey. How's it going?" I stiffened as Brody slid his hands over my shoulders and pressed himself to my back.
"I'm getting a beer. Stay where I can see you." Brody leaned down and kissed the side of my neck a few times before walking off.
"Right, because I'm the one with the cheating problem." I turned my attention back to Micah, but couldn't help but look around for Jacob before doing so.
"He's upstairs, acting like a whore." Micah smiled and lifted his beer to his lips. By the looks of things, he had already had a few too many.
"Awesome." My stomach turned upside down. Why did I care what Jacob did? He didn't belong to me, nor was he ever going to. Something caught my eye, and I moved around Micah to get a better look.
A thin guy with a mop of blond hair had a cute brunette thrown over his shoulder, her ass on full display as he patted it and laughed.
"Is that?" I moved to the bottom of the stairs to get a better look as my blood ran cold. "Cally?"
The girl jerked up and squealed as the world stopped around me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I took the stairs two at a time. I was going to kill her.
Chapter 14
Jacob
"Come here, baby." I laid back on the bed as the liquor burned through my system and left me feeling like a million bucks. Every worry I had in the world was gone for the moment and bliss was all I could feel.
"Where do you want me?" The sexy blond I'd dragged back to my room brought her friend for a few hours of fun.
I was just hoping I could move past my desire to be with one woman and dive back into being me. Emily had temporarily pulled me into a place of wanting more, but I was trying like hell to reject the idea of it. Besides, if I finally did pry her off of Brody and get her to give me a chance, it wouldn't last long. Women in general had no desire for real relationships from what I could tell. Once the passion wore off and life set in, they would walk, so the easiest way to solve the problem? Not keep any of them too long.
"Right here." I patted my bare chest and reached for her as she climbed up to straddle me just below my pecs.
"And me? Where should I be?" The girl still standing at the edge of the bed wasn't nearly attractive enough to catch my attention, but all women deserved at least a little bit of affection.
I leaned to my left and smiled at her. "Ever sucked a cock?"
"No, but I could give it a try."
"Good. Don't use your teeth, and treat it like you would a popsicle. Lots of sucking and licking." I winked at her and laid back as blondie rolled her hips, rubbing herself on my chest.
"I've wanted in your bed since we had History together last fall."
"Oh yeah?" I slid my hands up her taut thighs and pushed her miniskirt over her hips, leaving her exposed outside of having on the skimpiest pair of blank panties I'd ever seen. They rode in between her pussy lips and were far too wet for me just having gotten her in the bed. "Looks like somebody is turned on."
"It was that hot kiss you gave me downstairs." She dug her fingers into my chest and rocked her hips. "Eat me out."
"Not a chance, baby." I tugged her top down over her breasts and pulled at her back. "But I'll lick these beauties while you ride my fingers for a while."
A groan left me as her friend gripped my cock and worked it like a pro. I had serious doubts that she had never taken a man in her mouth. She wasn't a looker, but she'd been used a time or two.
I slipped my fingers under blondie's panties and worked my way into her body, realizing how loose she was. It would seem I wasn't the only whore in the room.
A noise outside my bedroom had my attention, but it was only because I recognized the voice. Emily.
I pushed the girl off my chest and moved back, dislodging my dick from her gal-pal before scrambling to get my clothes on.
"Party is over girls. We'll try again some other time." I slipped my t-shirt over my head and went for the door.
"What? That's not fair. We were just getting started. Do you know how long it's taken to get into your bed?" The smaller of the two girls moved in front of me and put her hand on my chest. "Everyone talks about how big your cock is. I want a turn with it."
"We all want something we aren't going to get. It will help you grow up a little to be denied." I kissed the tip of her nose and moved around her into the hallway. The scene was a little surreal, but my body reacted violently nevertheless. Docile, sweet Emily Campbell was on the floor, straddling some girl’s chest as they screamed at each other. The girl reached up and gripped Emily's skirt, pulling and leaving her rear on display. The tiny g-string that disappeared between the perfect curves of her ass left me almost willing to give up anything for another roll in the sheets with the sexy cheerleader.
"Hey! Hey!" I moved toward them and wrapped my arms around Emily, just under her breasts and picked her up. She kicked and screamed, throwing curses that a sailor would be proud of.
"Put me down." She jerked from me and went after the girl again.
I pulled her back and pressed her to the wall, grabbing her chin roughly and getting in her face. "Hey. Slow the fuck down. Look at me. If this is about Brody... he isn't worth this shit. This isn't you."
Tears filled her eyes, and damn if my heart didn't hurt in my chest.
"That's my little sister, you bastard. Since when did you let children into this place?" She pushed at my chest, but I didn't budge.
I glanced over my shoulder as the girl was helped up and realized that Emily was right. She couldn't have been over fifteen.
"Fuck," I mumbled and moved as Emily kneed me in the balls. Pain raced through my stomach, and I reached for the wall as all the air was sucked from the room.
"Get over here," Emily yelled and grabbed a handful of the girl's hair.
"Emily. Em. Come on. We'll take-" I tried to reach for her, but she popped me in the mouth with a sharp backhand. Fuck I was turned on.
"What's going on up here?" Lucas walked up the stairs, followed by Micah, and I was glad to see them. Where I didn't want anyone touching Emily, someone needed to help her sister before the kid lost a tooth or something more dramatic.
"Don't get involved," I mumbled and rubbed my nuts as I took a few shallow breaths.
"Emily." Micah moved toward her and pulled her back off of the girl.
"Watch your nuts," I grumbled and pointed to the girl while looking at Lucas. "That's Emily's little sister. Round everyone up and get the underage girls the fuck out of here."
"Damn." Lucas grabbed the girl’s wrist and half dragged her down the stairs. I turned my attention back to Emily to find her in Micah's arms, crying softly.
Why couldn't it be me? Why did she push me away without a thought?
Because Micah was a good guy, and I wasn't.
"Hey, it's all right. Lucas and I will take her home and you can get some rest." He brushed her hair back as a spike of aggression raced through me.
"No, I'll take her home." She moved around Micah and started for the stairway.
"No. You're in no shape to be driving, and the kid doesn't need a lecture right now. Teri is downstairs. She's sober. We'll grab her and all of us can take Cally home."
Cally? How did Micah know Emily's sister's name? Was there something going on between them?
"Fine." She turned back to face my best friend, and the two of them stood there, looking at each other in a way lovers might.
Damn... something was up.
"I have to find Brody." She moved past me and didn't look my way.
"I'll go with her." I turned to jog down the steps behind her, leaving Micah to look as useless as I felt at the top of the stairs. "Hey."
"Not now. I can't handle anything else." She didn't turn to address me, but spoke over her shoulder as she pushed through the crowd. "I'm going to report this fucking fraternity house to the Dean of Men. You guys are a fucking wreck waiting to happen."
"Agreed." I moved around her and spotted Brody dry humping some girl in the far corner. "How about you and I go out back and get a bottle of water?"
"Jacob. Move." Darkness moved across her face, and she went from beautiful to stunning. Why the high emotion of the night left me so turned on by her was a mystery I wanted to dive deep into.
"No. You don't wanna-"
"Move." She pushed at my chest and walked around me.
I'd never been manhandled by a woman before, much less a man, but having her do it several times in the last few minutes didn't leave me feeling violent. I wanted to save her too badly to let it affect me. She was hurting, and in the midst of that pain, she needed someone to hurt. I found myself wanting to take a few more punches for her.
"What the hell are you doing?" She stopped in front of Brody and put her hands on her hips. The blue dress she had on fit her as if it were made for her. I had a hard time not dragging my eyes down her back and coveting the idea of what I now knew was beneath the thin material.
"What I want to do. Don't get in my face. That would be a mistake." Brody moved from the corner of the room with a fire in his eyes that caused my fists to ball. He grabbed her by the front of her face and leaned in, teeth clenched and anger on his face as she yelped.
That's all I needed.
"Hey mother fucker. Don't be touching a woman like that." I gripped his arm and pulled him back from her before putting my hand around his throat and backing him up to hit the wall behind him.
"This isn't your fight, Jacob. Get your fucking hands off me bro, or you and I are going to take this house down together," he leaned in and growled softly.
"I'm not at all worried about putting your rich ass on the ground. Don't touch a woman like that ever again, you sorry cheating bastard." I slammed him to the wall once and he charged me. My legs hit the coffee table behind me, and we were up in the air. I hit the ground hard, and the big bastard landed on top of me, getting in three hits before I could turn the tables and whoop his ass.
Where he was a pretty good brawler, I hadn't been born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I'd learned to fight at a young age and hadn't had to worry about brushing up on my skills too often. A good fight was always around the corner on the soccer field.
I put all my anger into beating his ass for one reason alone.
He had my girl on his arm and treated her like shit.
And worst of all... she let him.
Chapter 15
Emily
I slept like hell at Tasha's dorm that night, and checked in with my sister three times before the sun rose the next morning. Lucas was good enough to have Aubrey send me a text that everything was okay, but I needed to hear from Cally myself. She never texted back. Obviously we were right back where we started from.
I laid in bed forever the next morning, pretending to be asleep as Tasha moved around the room and left for the day without a word. I didn't have anything to talk about anyway. I was broke, my love life was a fucking joke, and my sister was turning out to be the same piece of trash my mother was. No one wanted to slip into depression with me, so it was better to keep my mouth shut.
All I had was cheerleading, and that was soon to go too seeing that Brody wouldn't be writing me a check to pay for my gear.
"Time to suck it up and talk to Coach about stepping down." I ran my fingers down my face as tears blurred my vision. Feeling sorry for myself was the last thing I wanted to do, but it seemed like I was soon to slip down into that dark whole. "No. I refuse."
I rolled out of bed and bounced around on my feet as tears dripped down my face. I'd been a bitch to Jacob the night before and owed him an apology. He was just trying to help. The fact that not only one, but two girls piled out of his room while he had me pinned to the wall was enough to make my blood boil. Hitting him in the nuts had everything to do with being angry over him sleeping around and very little to do with my sister.
I changed into a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt and pulled my hair into a ponytail as quickly as I could. I wasn't scheduled to be into DeAngelos until eleven, but there had to be something I could do for an extra hour. Sitting around Tasha's place and stewing on everything was likely to drive me crazy.
After tying my tennis shoes and checking my phone for the millionth time, I walked down through the campus and stopped in front of DeAngelos. The front door was locked, and I didn't see a buzzer or anything that I could use to get someone's attention.
"The back door," I mumbled and pulled out my phone as it buzzed in my pocket and answered it.
"I'm not talking to you." I hung up and slipped it back into my jeans. There was no way in hell I was going to let Brody wear me down. I was emotionally beat and needed to start drinking like the rest of my friends to get through my college years unscathed, but turning out like my mother scared me far more than suffering.
The phone buzzed again, but I tried to ignore it. I pressed the button on the side of the wall and backed up as a younger-looking black guy opened the door.
"Hey. You must be Emily. I'm Clayton."
"Nice to meet you." I extended my hand and shook his as my phone went off again.
"Come on in. I think you're early, but we can get you started on your paperwork."
"Okay. Give me just one second. My phone's ringing. I'll be right there."
"Sure, no problem." He bent over and picked up a wet floor sign before sticking it in the doorway as a stopper.
"Thanks." I smiled and walked back into the alley. "What?"
"Don't hang up on me again. Where are you?" Brody barked into the phone. I hated him when he was angry. He had no filter and he was borderline abusive.
"I'm at DeAngelos. I got a job up here so I can try and take care of myself. Lose my number, asshole."
"Not happening, Emily. You're my girlfriend because we fit together. Not because we're in love or you're the best lay on campus. You're soon to be head cheerleader and I'm quarterback of the football team. We're staying together this next year."
"No, we aren't. I'll be by to get my stuff soon. Please don't fuck with it. It's all I have, and if you do, don't think I won't report you for all the stupid shit you've been doing out at the Omega House. I'm sure your head coach would love to hear that his star-" I yelped as a strong hand grabbed me from behind and jerked me back.
"You're not going to tell anyone, anything." He slipped his phone in his pocket and gripped me tightly, pressing me to the wall and flattening himself against me. He gripped my face as I tried to push him off. "How long have you been fucking Jacob Wright? Don't lie to me, whore."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I pushed at him, but he wouldn't budge. "I didn't touch Jacob. You're the cheater, not me."
"I only slept with those girls because you're too damn innocent in bed. Grow the fuck up and maybe you'll have a good chance of scoring a man once I'm done using you up next year."