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

by Amber Nicole

  I wince at his name and Jase gives me a look. “I’m sorry he’s being an asshole to you. If it makes you feel any better he’s an asshole to everyone,” he says with a laugh. I set my spoon down and turn to face him. “It’s not really that he’s being an asshole, it's the fact he’s my partner and he ditched me. I finished the song we did and wrote the paper. Grades are important to me and he could have hurt my average.”

  He shakes his head and leans over to kiss me gently. I pull back and he gives me a smile. “For the record my brother is an idiot, and about your ‘sisters’, ignore them. I’ve been thinking about it and maybe they’re so cruel because it’s a Hell Week thing. They’re just starting early,” he says with a shrug. “Hell Week?” I ask and he laughs. “Yeah babe. Haven't you heard of Hell Week? The week where we put our pledges through a bunch of grueling tasks to prove they’re worthy of joining our houses. It’s tradition. We all have to do it.”

  I push my seat back and grab my garbage. “Of course I’ve heard of it, I just thought I was already experiencing it,” I say then reach over and take his plate, but he stops me. “I’ve got it.” He stands from the table and brings it to our small sink, washing it, and setting it to dry. “Wow, a guy who cleans up after himself? I don’t see many like you these days,” I sass. He walks over to take my hand, lifting it and kissing my knuckles. “Chivalry is not dead, sweetheart.”

  I think I might swoon. He glances at his watch. “I have to go. We have to go set up for the DJ, but please tell me you will make an appearance tonight. I like you, Cara, and I want to introduce you to Lay. I just know you guys will hit it off.”

  The door opens, and Sassy sings, “Oh honey I’m home.” I bite my lip, hiding my smile and Jase looks her way. “Oh, what do we have here?” she says with a bit of sass—her nickname really does fit her. “Hey Sassy. I was just trying to convince Cara here to come to the party tonight. Please think about it,” he tells me, before placing a quick kiss to my temple. I nod yes and he leaves. The door shuts and Sassy is on me immediately. “Um, what the hell was that? Did I seriously just walk in here to Jase Hawthorne, brother to that douchenozzle Easton, asking you out and kissing you? Like, what the hell Cara?”

  I let her go on her little tangent and wait till she’s done. Seriously, how can she talk so damn fast? “Yes you did and it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going,” I say, then walk to my room and shut the door. I think it's time for me to have a nap.

  Twenty-Five

  Carson

  I wake from a short nap to tapping on my door. I ignore it and she goes away, so I roll over and grab my sketchpad, before propping myself up on some pillows. I haven’t drawn in so long, but I feel inspired.

  I get lost in the sketch and my door swings open. “Come on girl. It's the first official party of the year. We have to go!” Sassy whines, while pouting at me from my bedroom door. I roll my eyes and continue the picture I'm sketching. I can't seem to get Jase's eyes out of my head. The way the light made his hazel eyes sparkle.

  I must zone out again because a dress is thrown at my face not too gently. “Wh—” I stutter looking at the culprit. “Now that I have your full attention. This is going to be the hottest thing happening on campus tonight! And you, Miss Thing, were personally invited.” I go to speak, but she holds her hand out to stop me. “Jase Hawthorne himself invited you to the Hawthorne House. You have to go, Carson whatever-your-middle-name-is Matthews.”

  I gape at her for a moment. “Star.”

  “What?”

  “My middle name is Star. As for the party. I really am not the party type. I only go if it’s a requirement.”

  She stomps her foot and glances at the dress. “This is a requirement, Carson. Do you know how many girls would die to be in your shoes right now? Not me personally because ew, but half your sorority house would. Jase Hawthorne does not seek girls out. He’s head over heels for his man and if he does decide to hook up with a girl, that's all it is, a hook up, not this sweet tender shit he pulled with you.” She puffs out a breath and gives me a glare.

  “Shit, okay I guess I’ll go, but I don’t want to stay long,” I say, before the last word comes out of my mouth she’s screeching and jumping up and down. Oh god what did I get myself into?

  e

  I walk into a house of pot-filled smoke and scantily clad girls. I move to the kitchen, but immediately leave. East is in there with a chick from my sorority and I am not yet prepared to see that. We may have only fooled around once, but I started to like the jerk. There’s an empty couch in the corner, so I move that way, shoving between some sweaty bodies, and cringe. Why are they so wet? I take a seat on a stained, definitely loved, sofa and pull out my phone, ignoring the dirty glances from the girls and lustful ones from the guys. I’m regretting allowing Sassy to dress me. If my dad could see me now he would have a coronary.

  Me: First college party.

  I take a quick selfie and send it off. He reads it, but doesn't reply. Well okay then. I never thought I would see the day when Memphis and I started to drift apart. I guess this new siblings thing really is the end for us. I wipe a tear from my eye and open up Instagram, getting lost in mindless nonsense and thirst traps.

  “Haven't seen you here before?” someone asks, plopping down next to me. I snort and cover my mouth with my hand. Well that's embarrassing. “Does that line really work?” I take my first look at the guy next to me. Whoa, talk about gorgeous. Sandy hair, with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. He gives me a beaming grin. Perfect white teeth and all, before nodding. Wait, I know him.

  “Surprisingly it does,” he says with a chuckle, holding his hand out to me and I place mine in his. “Layton.”

  “Ah, so that’s that name of the mysterious guy I keep running into,” I can’t help but quip. He runs his hands through his hair and laughs. “Yeah, I never did introduce myself. How’s that hoodie working out for you?” I laugh and shake my head. “It’s soft and comfortable. I’m sorry to say you won’t be getting it back,” I tease.

  “I figured as much when I saw you wearing it again. Have to say it looks better on you.” I bite my lip and look down. He clears his throat and looks around. "So, Carson, are you going to tell me why you’re over here looking like someone just stole your boyfriend?”

  I tuck some hair behind my ear and smile. "I don't have a boyfriend to steal,” I say and his grin gets even wider if that's possible. A laugh erupts from my lips and I shake my head. “Wow, real smooth. I can't believe I fell for that.”

  “What can I say? I know a few tricks,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

  “So tell me Carson, now that we are best friends—”

  “Wait! What? When did we become besties?” I ask, perplexed. He leans closer and says, “It's inevitable, sorry, cupcake.” He runs a finger over my exposed arm and entwines his fingers with mine. What’s with guys nicknaming me after food? Desserts in particular? “I'll be the judge of that, Lay,” I tell him with a teasing grin. He blinks his eyes a few times, then drags me from the couch. “How about a dance?” He grabs my hand before I can answer, and pulls me to the circle of sweaty, grinding bodies. The bass is low, almost sensual as he grabs my hips turning me so my back is to his front. “So I have a confession,” he whispers, making goosebumps spread across my arms and shivers run down my spine. “Let me guess. You’re not boyfriend material, but I could change that for you,” I ask, breathlessly. He pulls my ass closer by my hips and grinds into me in a way that lets me know he’s definitely aroused. A low chuckle hits my ear, before lips touch my neck for a brief moment. “No. I was going to say the moment I saw you that day on campus, I knew you would end up here in my arms, but now I need to know where you heard that pick-up line before?” I sigh, not wanting to think about all the random pick-up lines I keep getting.

  “Sorry sugar, that's a conversation for date two,” I say attempting to flirt, but I don't think I'm doing that great a job. He spins me around to face him and pulls my body closer
. I glance up at him, breathing harder and starting to sweat. “Challenge accepted,” he whispers, before leaning down and dominating my lips. Whoa. An embarrassing whimper leaves my throat and he smiles into the kiss. I pull back and give him a grin. “You work fast, Mister,” I tease, and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his once more. Another hard body comes up behind me, grinding against my ass, pushing me into Layton harder. What is happening right now? I tense up and Layton stops kissing me to look behind me. His eyes light and he bites his lip, before leaning over my shoulder and kissing whoever is there. I try to spin, but I’m stuck between two aroused men. I don’t know if I want to squeal or hide. I’m not prepared for this. I wiggle, and the man behind me growls, gripping my hips to rub himself against me harder. My panties grow slick and my breaths start to come out in pants. Layton pulls back and glances down at me, flushed and a little hesitant. I glance into his green eyes and sigh. What the hell. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine. He moans and the person behind me groans, pressing their lips to my neck, kissing up to my ear. “Want to get out of here?” he asks and I pause. I know that voice. Wow I feel dumb, how did I not put this together. I pull my lips from Layton’s and look at his shoes for a moment. The guys have me all hot and needy plus I don’t have to do too much with them, but I wouldn’t mind continuing this, or even watching. I give him a quick nod and spin to face the guy that’s been on my mind.

  Oh god. The look in his eyes and the bulge in his tight pants makes the decision for me. Yep, I am so in.

  Jase

  This is not how I saw tonight going, but I can’t say I’m not all in. I grab Carson’s hand and pull her through the sweaty bodies to the kitchen, I glance back and Lay is following at a quick pace. His hair is all mussed up and his lips swollen. Fuck. I don’t know if we’ll make it to my room at this point. Carson slows down and looks around. “I should really tell my friend,” she says, biting her lip. I tug her into my body and kiss her hard—I haven’t been able to get her pouty, soft lips from my mind since that kiss earlier. I pull back and she has a surprised look on her face. I nod my head to the backyard and her eyes follow. Sassy has a girl pressed against the brick, with her hand over her shirt, kissing her neck. Cara’s eyes widen and her cheeks redden. She squirms a bit and I chuckle in surprise. “Does that turn you on? Do you like to watch?” She glances back my way and shrugs. “I really don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind testing it out.”

  Lay laughs and shoves her towards the stairs. I stand stunned for a moment. We may have a little vixen in hiding it seems. We make it to the room, and before I shut the door Lay is pressing Cara up against the wall practically eating her mouth. I come up behind him and kiss his neck, whispering in his ear, “Slow down, babe.” I squeeze him and he groans into her mouth, but he listens like the good boy he is. I grab his ass and push him closer to her, grinding his hard cock into her center. She pulls her mouth off his and throws her head back.

  “Do you like that? Do you like how I control Lay’s hips and the speed he grinds against your needy slit?” I growl, she nods and bites her lip.

  “Na, unh, babe, I need words.” I grab her hair and hold her head up to look me in the eyes. I push Lay again making sure he grinds into her harder. Her eyes roll back and she whimpers, “Oh my God. Please don't stop.”

  I release her hair and gently grab her throat, pulling her lips to mine. It's messy and so hot. She bites my lower lip, surprising me and I growl. Lay moves closer and I turn to kiss him as he kisses her. Fuck. This is even better than I imagined it would be. I'm about to bust a nut in my jeans and we haven't even started yet. I move from Lay’s mouth to his ear whispering just for him. “I’m going to thrust my cock so far down your throat you’ll taste me for days, all while licking the sweet cream from Cara’s pussy. And after she comes all over my face I’m going to make you lick every last drop.” I finish my dirty talk with a bite to his earlobe and he shouts, “Fuck. Please!” He backs away a bit and Cara holds on to him as he brings her to the bed. He tosses her onto the mattress before backing away. I move over to them, grabbing his throat and pulling him into a hard kiss. He moans and shakes. I know he’s already close to the edge. I release him and give him a nod, before going over to our girl.

  “You wanna watch, sweetheart?” I ask and she nods while biting her lip. I lean over the top of her and kiss her hard while Lay unbuttons my jeans, slowly dragging them down my legs, until they pool at my ankles. I shift a bit and he tugs them off. I’m not wearing boxers because I knew at some point Lay and I would end up here. Reaching down to Cara’s thighs, I grip the soft cotton dress slowly pulling it up her body, giving her time to tell me to stop. She doesn’t, and I thank whoever is up there for answering my prayers. I pull my mouth off hers to rip it off over her head. Her face is flushed a pretty red, her lips are swollen from our kisses, and her hair is a wild mess of blonde curls. Lying beneath me in a white lace bra and panties she looks like my favorite sin. I reach back between my shoulders and pull my shirt off. I glance behind me to Lay kissing my lower back and find he’s already naked as well. I look down at Cara and she yanks my mouth back to hers, almost crashing our teeth together. I groan into her mouth when Lay starts to stroke me slowly. Fuck. I drag my lips from hers and trail them down her neck, inching lower. I pull down the cup to her bra and take her perfect rose pinked nipple into my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her moan. Lay releases my dick and climbs off the bed, stroking himself while watching us. I glance up at Cara and her eyes are glued to what Lay is doing. She bites her bottom lip and wiggles. “Are you sure you're ready for this?” I ask her and she nods. I glance over to Lay and give him a wink. His eyes flash with lust, and I know tonight is going to be one to remember. He looks over at Cara and says, “At any point you want us to stop, we will okay?”

  “Okay,” she whispers, before reaching down and gripping my length. Her touch is hesitant and she furrows her brows as she slowly starts to move up and down. Has she never done this before? I lean up to kiss her again and groan into her mouth when her thumb rubs over the tip. I pull away and she looks upset. “Was I doing it wrong?” she asks quietly.

  “No babe, you were doing too well, and if I’m going to come tonight it’s going to be in someone's mouth or ass, not hand,” I say with a pant. She blushes a deep shade of red and squirms again. I reach down and grip her panties, sliding them down her legs. She immediately squeezes her thighs shut, so I stop what I’m doing, waiting for her to feel comfortable.

  Lay comes over and starts to kiss me. I grip his neck with my nails and pull him closer to me. We got lost in the kiss when a small moan hits my ears. I release him and glance Cara’s way. She has one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. I move closer and drop to my knees. Lay moves closer as well and kisses her softly as I shove her hand aside and throw her legs open wide. She’s perfect, pink, and glistening. I need to taste her. I lick up her slit and she whimpers loudly. I do it again, avoiding her clit. I tongue her for a minute. Thanks to her moans and scent, my balls feel ready to explode. I smack her thigh lightly and Lay backs away from her. I climb up the bed giving her a kiss, letting her taste her juices from my mouth, before lying beside her. Lay picks her up and sets her on top of me backwards, he knows what I want. She pauses with her hands on my abs for support. I reach up and undo her bra, finally freeing her incredible breasts. Lay groans and strokes himself faster. Cara wiggles, bringing me back to the moment. She reaches down to grip my dick, but that's not what I want. I smack her ass lightly and she squirms. I grab her hips and drag her to my mouth. “Ride my face baby, while Lay chokes on my cock,” I tell her before diving in. It takes her a moment to get into it, but when Lay swallows the tip of my aching dick she throws her head back, clawing my abs and starts to ride me the way I wanted her to. I already know this is going to be a fast session, but I’ll make the next one longer. Lay sucks harder, gagging, and my eyes glance down to see Cara’s hand in his hair holding him d
own on my cock. Well fuck. My balls tighten and I explode, nibbling on her clit she follows after. A groan sounds from the bottom of the bed, and Lay jolts up spraying Cara’s and my chest with his cum. I collapse onto the pillows panting hard and Cara plops down on my chest. I gaze into her sated eyes and smile. She leans down and kisses me sweetly, then rests her head on my pec, while Lay runs to the bathroom for some towels.

  Yeah I never saw this night going like this, but fuck I’m glad it did. I glance over at my laptop and freeze at the blinking light. For a moment I almost forgot about Penny, the blackmail, all the bullshit going on. Should have known the bitch would have made one of the best nights of my life something dark, and twisted.

  Twenty-Six

  Carson

  I’m so excited to see my dad, I hardly slept last night. I’ve been up baking all his favorite treats and have already showered and cleaned the dorm. Sassy is not the cleanest roommate to have. I think, growing up privileged, she expects a maid to pick up after her, and that’s not going to be me. Well except for today, since my dad and Frankie will be here in a few hours. Homecoming, what a perfect word for a Parents Day weekend. A door slams open and a redhead comes stumbling out, pantsless. She doesn’t acknowledge me, just walks to the bathroom and shuts the door. Um? I wait until she comes back out to question her.

  “Hi?” she grunts at me and shuffles back to Sassy’s room. I know Sassy has people over, since these walls are paper thin, but we went to bed at the same time last night and there was no one else here. Did she have a booty call at one a.m.? I think we may need some rules around here otherwise I may turn into a bitchy roommate, and that is not the type of person I am. But thinking back to last night, I can’t blame her.