Forever Changed Part One: A College Bully RH Romance (Forever Changed Duet Book 1)

by Amber Nicole

  Twenty-One

  Xavier

  “Looks like you have some competition bro,” I tell Connor as soon as he walks in the door. He tosses his bag on the table and raises his eyebrows at me.

  “What are you going on about?” he asks, walking to the kitchen to grab a drink. I pull myself up from the couch and follow him. “I’m talking about a certain blonde-haired bombshell making out with Easton Hawthorne at the library today.” I wait until he takes a sip of water, before dropping the news on him. Sue me, I’m an asshole. He sputters and coughs for a few moments, and I can’t hide my smirk. He shoots me a glare, “Dude. Seriously!?” he chokes out. I shrug my shoulders and walk back to the couch. I know he’ll follow me for more details. That boy is so whipped, it’s not funny.

  “So you're telling me you saw Cara and Easton together? That doesn’t sound right.” He shakes his head and takes a seat on the chair. “Why would she be kissing him? Of all the guys here? I mean that doesn’t sound like her,” he says. I wait a few moments for him to process before answering, “I haven’t a clue, but from what I saw, shit was hot. Cara’s a little freak.” Although she’s pretty sweet too. Nice smile—I should have anticipated the punch. I mean he’s always hitting my ass. “Shut up Xav. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this.” He stands from the chair and leaves the dorm, slamming the door behind him. Fuck. I think he likes her more than he lets on. May even love her. I’m an idiot. I run my hands down my face and grab my phone. I send him an ‘I’m sorry bro’, then turn on the TV and watch some mindless show. Since following Con to Texas he’s been distant with me. Maybe I should have never come. Some guys were talking about joining the Hawthorne Fraternity and I’m really considering it. A lot of them are on the team with me and we get along like cheese on rice. I was going to ask Connor to come too, but I don’t know anymore. I check my texts, but he hasn’t replied, at least he read it.

  I open my thread with Nate, a guy on the team and ask what's up tonight? He sends a pic of two chicks making out at the Hawthorne House. Looks like a party. I hop up and get ready. Time to finally get some Texas hospitality.

  e

  I walk into a house full of debauchery and grin. Fuck yes this is what I’ve been missing. A guy fist bumps me and a girl gives me a smile. I walk towards the kitchen where they’re playing beer pong and grab a red cup, filling it to the brim with some vodka and juice. Nate comes around the corner and hits me on the back. “Fuck man, I didn’t think you were going to show. I texted you two hours ago.” I set my cup down and give him a fist bump.

  “Had to shower and get ready. It takes some time to look this good,” I tell him, winking at the redhead on his arm. She giggles and licks her lips, before leaning up and whispering in Nate’s ear. He gives me a once over and nods. She lets go of him and moves closer to me, getting real close and personal. I glance at Nate, but his eyes are already on a hot brunette wearing a tablecloth and panties. The girl in front of me places her hands on my shoulders, to lean up to whisper in my ear. Or so I thought. Instead of talking, she licks the lobe, and bites down on it. My dick instantly perks up and she moans, grinding closer to me. Fuck, these college chicks are wild. I place my hands on her hips, slowly moving to the music. She moves back from me and spins, before dropping low and rubbing her ass along my cock as she stands back up. I glance Nate's way and he tosses me a wink, mouthing ‘enjoy’, before leaving the room. What the fuck?

  “Why did you stop dancing?” she asks me. I glance around and laugh.

  “Very funny guys, this has to be a joke right?” I glance down at the girl and she turns, giving me a pout. “What’s a joke? I thought we were having a good time,” she says, glancing down at my softening cock. “You’re with Nate. Why would he just leave you to fool around with me?” I ask and she giggles, placing her lips on mine. She steps back again and meets my eyes, raising a brow. “Baby, I am no one’s. Nate and I fool around sometimes, but he’s probably messing with Charla by now and I want to dance, kiss, and fuck ... you, ” she says moving closer to me. Trailing her hand down my stomach to my belt, playing with the buckle. I gaze into her eyes and give her a smirk. “Is that right?” She licks her lips, and bites the bottom one, sliding her hand lower. I grab her wrist and shake my head. She pouts and goes to leave, but I tug her closer to my chest. “If you want to play with the big boys, you better buckle up.”

  Her eyes widen and sparkle with lust.

  I pull her from the kitchen and up a side staircase to the bathroom—I know better than to use the bedrooms up here. I shut the door and spin her, slamming her back to the hard wood, and place one hand on her neck. The other one trails lower, past her cropped tank top to her short skirt. She whimpers and wiggles, but I don’t acknowledge her or move further. Instead, I increase the pressure of my palm and she gasps. I chuckle under my breath and step closer to her, finally meeting her heat filled gaze. “Are you sure you can handle me, sweetheart?” I ask, and she nods frantically, swallowing below my hand. I lick my lips and give her a once over. Tight body, nice sized rack, plus she's a redhead. Yeah she’ll do, at least for tonight. I bend down and lift her ass with the hand that's not holding her neck. She wraps her legs around my waist and I instantly feel the heat from her pussy on my stomach.

  “You like my hand around your throat, don't you? Such a dirty little slut, soaking my T-shirt with your juices.”

  She whimpers and grinds against my abs, becoming wetter by the second. I unbutton my jeans and pull my dick out while my other hand still grasps her throat. I like holding her by the neck, I may do it the whole time. I rub myself along her pussy, groaning at the feel of silk. “Such a dirty whore, wearing a skirt this short with no panties.” I slap her pussy with my dick and she moans, wiggling again. So needy, but she won't be getting what she suspects. I keep rubbing my cock along her slit, lubing myself up. She twitches and whines. “Please,” she chokes out. I tighten my grip and her eyes roll back, her whole body shaking as if she's about to explode. I slide my dick farther back towards a hole I know will be tighter than her used up pussy. She freezes, but doesn't stop me. I inch my dick in slowly, pushing past the tight ring. Fuck she feels like heaven, clenching me, making it harder to thrust any further. I pull back and push in again a few times until I’m balls deep in her ass. She moans and whines, soaking my balls, making me slide easier as I start to thrust. Slowly to begin, then harder and faster. I snap my hips until her ass and back slam into the wood. Easing my grip, I allow her moans to become louder and louder. I don’t give a fuck who’s listening right now. I want them to know this tight little ass is mine for the moment. She starts to grunt and I’m not sure how I feel about it, it reminds me of that damn pig show my baby cousin used to be obsessed with. Fuck now I’m thinking about her, talk about a boner killer. I close my eyes and imagine the hot chick in front of me, but the grunts are getting louder. Fuck it. I pull myself out from her ass, and drop her to the ground, I release her neck and spin her around, smashing her face in the door. She moans and arches her back. I slam back into her tight hole and grip her throat once more. The grunting starts again, but this time I move two fingers from her throat and shove them in her mouth gagging the sounds. Ah that’s better. My balls tighten and I know I’m close, I reach down and flick her clit a few times until she explodes, clenching my dick tighter and dripping juices down her legs. Fuck that’s hot. I pull out and cum all over her ass and the back of her thighs. I smear it in for a moment, then turn and wash my hands. She collapses on the tile, panting, watching as I rinse my dick off in the sink. I put myself away and nudge her with my foot. “Can you move? I really need a drink after that.”

  Her mouth pops open with a gasp and I roll my eyes. She shuffles to the side and snaps, “Wow you're a real asshole Xavier.”

  I laugh and shoot her a wink. “I know and I just destroyed yours.”

  She screeches something behind me, but I pay her no attention. I wasn’t lying, I really do need a drink now.

  e
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br />   “Asshole, wake the fuck up. You are going to miss practice and Coach will be pissed,” Connor shouts at me, smacking the back of my head.

  “Fuck.” I groan, wincing at the pain that radiates my skull. Practice is going to be a bitch today. I shouldn’t have had those extra shots. Or at least not gone shot for shot with Nate. I wonder if he’s as hungover as I feel right now. Connor slams my door and I roll over. The Alexa in our kitchen blasts some heavy metal shit and I groan again, rubbing my head with my palms. I guess the asshole is still mad at me. But, I mean, he has a right to know what his ‘girl’ was doing behind his back. It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch. I never thought Cara would be the type. The music cuts off and Connor yells at me to get my ass up. I glance over to the bedside table and smile. He gave me a steaming mug of coffee, a glass of OJ, and an over-the-counter pain reliever. Even when he’s mad, he still loves me. I grab the pills and down the juice, before sipping the coffee. I don’t have time to shower, but I usually wait till after practice anyways. I throw the sheet off my body and shiver—I guess I got naked last night—and place my feet on the cold floor and jump up and down a few times. My stomach twists, but I ignore it. I bend down and throw on some clean boxers and sweats, not bothering with a shirt. I open the door to the main dorm and sigh. Connor is sitting there at the table, with his head in his hands. I walk over and wrap his neck in a chokehold giving him a hug.

  “Do you think I lost her to that Hawthorne dick?” he asks in a broken voice. Removing my arm, I walk to the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and chug it down. “I don’t know man, but from what I saw, they were three seconds from fucking in public.”

  He growls and stands from the table. The chair falls to the floor, but he ignores it.

  “Seriously dude. She is just a chick. Go find a new one.” I mean she’s seriously hot, but still only a chick, right. He stomps around the dorm, slamming cupboards and making a lot of unnecessary noise. He turns to face me, his face is beet red and he’s visibly shaking in anger. Fuck, I need to calm him down.

  “She told me just the other night that she didn’t want anything serious. That she liked someone else too. I told her I could do this, but not even twenty-four hours later she's dry humping a fraternity asshole, when her scent is still on my fingers.”

  I cringe at that and he rolls his eyes, “Not fucking literally dude. I have showered since then, but you get what I’m saying.” I nod and rub my eyes, fuck I am not equipped for this shit right now. “Let’s head off to practice and burn some of this steam, man. Maybe it was just a fluke. I know she likes you, Connor. I see the way she is around you, brother.”

  He nods and walks away, grabbing his bag, before throwing the door open. He freezes in the hall, “I came here for her man. I’m an idiot,” he whispers before slamming the door and leaving me in his misery-filled headspace.

  Practice is a complete shitshow, and I feel like I may die.

  “Alright ladies, hit the showers,” Coach shouts and I move towards the locker room. I spot East ahead of me and jog to catch up. “Hey Hawthorne, got a sec?”

  He slows his pace, but keeps moving. “Yeah. What’s up Xav?” he says, glancing my way. I check around to make sure Connor isn’t nearby and ask what’s been bugging the piss out of me. “So, I have to know, are you hooking up with Cara?” My anger surprises me. His eyes bug out and he shakes his head.

  “Sorry man, caught me off guard there. How do you know Cara?” He stops moving and glances around. His eyes catch on a group of cheerleaders and he gives them the nod.

  “We’re besties. Same hometown, plus my guy has been obsessed with her for years. So I had to know if it was serious between you two or if he has a shot. He’s been moping around since learning you two were making out.” He scoffs and runs his hands through his sweaty brown hair.

  “Nah man, just a little fun. She’s too innocent for me. If you catch my drift. Hey, I have to go, but you and Connor should stop by the house sometime.” He slaps me on the back and takes off for a pretty brunette walking by. She stops and gives him a glare, before screaming in his face, but then grabs him and kisses him hard. Well okay then. I move to the showers and poke Connor in the ass cheek. He jumps and gives me a look of horror. I tip my head back laughing, and move to the stall next to him. He scowls. “Not funny, Xav.” He pouts, and I contemplate telling him what I just learned or letting him suffer. His sad, kicked puppy dog face is too depressing. “I talked to Hawthorne. He said it’s not serious, so I wouldn't stress about it dude.” He glances my way, eyes full of hope, and I internally wince. Fuck he’s head over barrel for her. “Seriously man?” he asks. I give him a nod and turn the water on to shower off the dirt, grime, and leftover mess from last night. I ignore him as I wash my hair, but I can feel his energy, he’s practically buzzing.

  “Okay fucking say it,” I snap, and he starts talking so fast I have to actually stop what I’m doing and concentrate. “I only got maybe half of that,” I say with a laugh. He shuts off the water and wraps a towel over his lower half. “Should I call her? Or maybe just show up at her dorm? I don’t want her to think I’m clingy,” he keeps talking to himself aloud and my brain is about to burst. “Okay, fuck. Text her and ask her to meet us for lunch or something.” I sigh, and he gives me a huge grin. Once my hair is rinsed, I turn the water off, and wrap a towel around my own hips. I walk over to the lockers and get dressed. Connor gives me a thumbs up, and I groan. Just what I wanted to do today. Guess I’m having lunch with my best friend, and his whatever she is. Fucking perfect.

  Twenty-Two

  Carson

  I walk up to the cafeteria they have in Anderson Hall, and grab a salad. The cheeseburgers call to me, but I need something healthy after all the junk I ate this weekend. I’ll have to find a store to pick up some ingredients to fill our fridge with. I’ve always loved to cook, and I may have joked about gaining the freshman fifteen, but I would like to avoid it.

  “Hey.” Xavier comes up to me and steals a cherry tomato. I still can’t believe they’ve been here the last month training with the team. He reaches out to steal a cucumber and I smack his hand away. He gives me a pout, trying to bat those thick lashes of his. I’m not sure if it is from his Asian heritage, but he has the most gorgeous green eyes.

  “That’s cold babe. I’m starving,” he whines. A laugh escapes me, and I roll my eyes.

  “Xavier, we’re in a cafeteria. Get some food.” Swerving around him, I add a scoop of potato salad onto my plate, and some cottage cheese, then swipe my college ID card. I find a small table with booth seating in the corner and tuck in. Xavier slams his tray down, dropping some fries on my ranch, so I steal one and bite down, moaning.

  “Yeah, I should have got the burger.” I groan, the saltiness of the deep fried heaven hitting my tongue. He chuckles at me and stands up, moving back to the line. I glance his way and shrug.

  I eat my salad and wait for him to come back. He brings me a plate of fries and a huge slice of chocolate cake with two forks. Yep, there goes my weight. He gives me a big smile, before taking a large bite of his burger.

  “Thank you,” I say softly, reaching over to grab some more fries. Connor plops down next to me giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, before smacking Xavier on the arm.

  “Way to wait for me dude.” Connor says, Xavier glances his way and shrugs.

  “I was hungry,” he whines with his mouth full. Gross.

  “Dude, close your mouth. I know you weren’t raised in a barn,” Connor says, I giggle at that and continue eating my lunch, listening to the guys bicker back and forth, talking about a party coming up. A shoulder nudges me, the same time a foot hits my ankle. I glance up and they are both staring at me.

  “What?” I ask, covering my mouth as I’m still chewing.

  “I asked if you were going to the party?” Connor says, giving me a once over as I wince. Yeah, me and parties. I think not.

  “I wasn’t planning on it,” I say quietly, setting my fork d
own and moving my hair over my other shoulder. “I have a big assignment to finish and my partner isn’t answering my texts,” I say, before looking down at my food once more. I don’t know why East is blowing me off, I thought we had a nice time the other day, well until I freaked out and dropped the whole virgin bomb. Maybe I freaked him out, but we still have to finish the song and the massive paper.

  “Bummer, but you should still come. We will be there for sure and I bet your roommate will go if you asked her,” Xavier says, before taking a huge bite of the cake. He hands me the other fork and I scoop up a tiny bite. I place it in my mouth and groan. Wow, that's good. Connor coughs and I glance his way. His eyes are full of heat and he’s staring at my mouth. My cheeks redden and I duck my head. “I’ll think about the party,” I say at long last, and Xavier gives me a nod, then polishes off the rest of the cake. The guys start discussing the fraternity, and I zone out thinking about the other night with East. I pull my phone out and send him another text. I don’t want to come off clingy, but I need him for this project. School is important to me, and I have always prided myself on getting good grades.

  Connor leans towards me and places his arm over my shoulders. I instantly relax and snuggle into him. He sighs, making his chest shake slightly. “I missed you,” he says quietly, running his nose into my hair. A groan escapes his lips and I smile. “Why do you always smell so good?” He looks at me and presses a small kiss to my lips. I kiss him back and try to deepen it, but he pulls back with a grin. Xavier coughs and I glance his way. He gives me an odd look, but I can’t ignore the lust in his eyes or the way he keeps glancing at my lips. A phone buzzes on the table and Connor grabs it, reading something, then moaning. “We have to go back to the locker room. Coach needs to talk to us about something,” Connor says to Xavier. They stand and I hop up to give them hugs. Connor moves in for a hot kiss that leaves me wanting more. Xavier holds me a little tighter than normal and I can feel a hardness on my stomach that has never shown before. He coughs and pulls back, giving me a wink, before walking after Connor. I sit down and lay my head on the table just missing the ranch splatters on the surface. Seriously. I have enough guy problems at the moment. I don’t need Xavier in the mess too.