Zach wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you to class. Then tonight I was thinking maybe we could hang out at the apartment, do homework, and maybe order some takeout.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. But you think we could add in some making out too?” I pinch his side.
“Oh, hell yes, we can totally pencil that in.”
I have my elbow propped up on the bar, leaning against it. Kyler is talking to me about something, but I’m not paying attention. My attention is solely on her: the most beautiful girl—no, woman—in the room. It’s almost as if there is a glow of light around her.
How have I never noticed how beautiful Haylee is in all the years I’ve known her? I’ve been missing out on something special all these years. The past few weeks have been amazing. From the study sessions where we sit and do homework, dinner or coffee dates that we fit in our busy schedule, or just hanging out at the apartment. Tonight, we all came out to Steele Toby’s to relax after a stressful week of midterms. I like that our groups of friends all mesh well together.
Since our first date, I can’t get Em’s last conversation out of my head. Is it possible that she could be the one? I’m totally crazy to be thinking those thoughts now, right? I mean, we haven’t even been together that long. We haven’t even done more than kissing—lots and lots of kissing. I’ve wanted to prove that Haylee is different than all the other girls by taking it slow. Although, my balls are bluer than blue.
Was this what it was like for my sister? Fuck, I wish she were here to talk to about all of this. Would she be okay with me dating her best friend? Fuck it—she dated my best friend, so anything less than her approval would make her quite the hypocrite.
Why am I standing here thinking about that when I could be with my girl?
“I’ll be right back.”
Kyler moves his attention to see what I’m looking at as I leave my spot at the bar.
He chuckles. “Yep, sure. I’ll see you at home.”
At least that’s what I think he said. I’m not too sure; my sole focus is closing the distance between Haylee and me.
I walk up behind her and wrap one arm around her waist. I brush her blonde curls off her shoulder and lightly nip the skin between her neck and shoulder. Her arm rests on top of mine, keeping herself wrapped in my embrace. It is her way of acknowledging that I’m there. She is trying to have a conversation still, but I can hear her breath catch before the speed of her breathing changes altogether every time my mouth comes in contact with her skin. I can feel her pulse racing from my other hand on her wrist.
I whisper in her ear, “What do you say we get out of here?”
She turns to face me and looks up with desire.
“Take me home, Mr. Jacobs,” she says with a wink.
Her voice is full of want, and I haven’t even touched her. On the short Uber ride back to the apartment, her thigh never loses contact with mine and her hand lightly but with just slight pressure rubs my leg. The higher it gets, the harder I get. This car needs to get home like now!
I don’t touch her the entire elevator ride up. I know if I touch her even in the slightest, I won’t be able to hold back. I step up to the front door, and as I slide the key in to unlock, I feel her hands, palms spread, rise up my sides around to the front of my abs and slowly back down over the hard bulge in my pants, exerting a groan from my mouth. Either she is ready for us to go all the way, or she just really feels like being savage and torturing me. Tonight is going to end with my cock releasing in her though—whether it’s her mouth or her pussy is up to her. I plan to worship every inch of her either way.
I compose myself long enough to open the door and let us into the apartment. I am thankful that Kyler is still at the bar. I spin around, catching her off guard, and claim her mouth with mine. I suck on her lower lip, pulling it into my mouth. She lets out a soft whimper, and if my dick wasn’t hard enough already, he just wanted to prove a point that he could get even harder.
I reach up under her ass and lift her, and she wraps her legs instinctively around my waist. I don’t break the kiss once walking back to my bedroom. I shut the door with my foot. I slowly set her down to her feet in front of the bed, and the closeness of her body against mine causes me to shiver. Her body feels so good pressed against mine.
Her hands slide under my shirt, and the tips of her fingers apply pressure against my abs as her nails scrape their way over them. As her hands make their way back down, her fingers trail the top of my jeans. I reach for the hem of her shirt and look into her eyes for permission. Once we go there, there’s no going back.
She nods, and I lift the shirt over her head, exposing her purple bra. She reaches for the buttons of my shirt and slowly undoes each one. Haylee runs her hands along my shoulders and pushes the shirt off. When I reach around to unhook her bra, I pull her flush against my skin so that I can feel her soft flesh against mine. I trail kisses along her jaw and neck down her chest, finally finding her hard nipple. I trace my tongue around one before pulling the hard bud between my teeth, causing my girl to begin to pant heavily. Her hands grip the back of my head, and she threads my hair between her fingers tightly to keep my head in place and feasting on her gorgeous tits.
I push her back on the bed, then unsnap the button on my jeans before discarding them and my boxers on the floor. I join her on the bed and see that she has already taken off her leggings and panties. My girl is lying naked on my bed, ready and waiting for me.
Haylee Hanks is naked and in my bed.
I watch as her eyes peruse my naked body, narrowing in on my cock. When her eyes meet mine again, she has pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Is she as nervous as I am?
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I crawl up toward her, placing kisses along her thighs, her hips, her belly button and up until I find her juicy, plump lips. There is no going back at this point.
“Zach.” Haylee breathes my name as she arches her back, pushing her body against mine as I gently suck on the skin between her neck and shoulder.
My hand reaches down and strokes her clit in a circular motion, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Two of my fingers slide inside her wet folds as my tongue slips into her mouth. I know I need to be inside her before I blow my load right here. I reach for a condom from the nightstand and unwrap it, placing it over my dick. My eyes seek hers, and I can see she is nervous. She’s biting her bottom lip, an action I know we both do. I’ve never done it more than I have the past few months. This girl makes me lose my mind in both the good and bad way. Now I finally get to have her.
“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”
“No, no, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts. Please, Zach. I need you inside me.” She cups my cheek, and her touch feels as though it’s leaving a permanent mark on my skin.
I know that once we go down this road, things will never be the same. I don’t think I want them to ever change after this.
I kiss her harder and with more passion than I ever have as I line my cock up with her entrance. I lace our fingers together and place them over her head. She is already so soaking wet that it’s easy for me to enter her, but I choose to take my time, savoring every moment. Our eyes meet and don’t leave each other as I slowly slide inside her. I’m not even sure if either of us blinks.
Holy shit, this feels amazing. There is no awkward adjusting to my size once I am fully inside her; it’s as if we’re made for each other.
Sliding in and out of her, I’m overcome with emotion. I’ve been with plenty of women before but never like this. I should say, I’ve fucked plenty of women, but this, with Haylee right now…no, this isn’t fucking. This is making love.
“Fuck, Hails, you feel so good.”
Her back arches up as I press deeper inside her.
“Zach, just like that,” she cries out as her head falls back against the pillow.
In and out.
In and out.
In
and out. Her pussy begins to contract around my cock. Haylee’s nails dig into the skin of my bicep as she screams my name. The feeling of her orgasm, along with all the feelings inside me, makes me follow her right over the edge. The only sound in the room is the sound of our heavy breathing. There is a thin layer of sweat over both of us. That was the most incredible experience of my life.
I lean my forehead against hers.
“Hi.”
“Wow, that was…”
I don’t let her finish that statement before I place a tender kiss on her forehead. My lips linger, not wanting to separate from her. If I could keep her here forever, I would. I slide out of her, already missing her touch, and get up to dispose of the condom in the trash can. Returning to the bed, I get under the covers and pull Haylee against me, wrapping her in my arms. She doesn’t say much. Was that as intense for her as it was for me? For the first time in a long time, I feel like things are going to be okay.
I run my fingers up and down her arm, and she settles further against my body. I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
“Good night, baby.”
“Mmmmmm.”
I tired my girl out tonight. I can only imagine how long she would sleep if I fucked her hard. Shit—down, boy. I want to let her sleep. We can go for round two and maybe three tomorrow.
I let sleep take over as I drift off, dreaming of a future with this girl lying next to me, who I never expected to want to spend my life with as anything other than my best friend’s little sister.
I wake up wondering if last night had been a dream. After weeks of seeing each other, Zach and I had finally taken the relationship even further. Last night could not have been more perfect. It was like something out of a romance movie. I roll over and reach for Zach, and I am met with an empty space on the bed.
Oh no.
“Zach?” I sit up and look around, but I don’t see any sign of him.
I get up and walk toward the dresser and grab one of his T-shirts. I throw it on over my head and walk to the bedroom door. I slowly open it, in hopes I see him on the other side. I don’t see him anywhere in sight, but I do awkwardly see Kyler sitting on the couch. I grip the bottom of the T-shirt and yank it down, making sure to cover all my lady bits.
“Hey.”
“Well, good morning.” He emphasizes the good part, and I know damn well he is aware of what happened between Zach and me last night.
Oh my God, did he brag about it to him?
“Have you seen Zach?”
“No, he left a little bit ago.”
Right. Of course he left. This is exactly what he does. He fucks a girl and then never talks to her again. I remember Dani and Emmett both telling me of many mornings they had to kick his conquest out of the apartment after he miraculously had disappeared. Great, I had stooped to that level and had become one. What is wrong with me to think that he could actually have feelings for me, that last night was real. I’m such a fool—the conversation with the girl in the quad replays in my head over and over.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I gather up my clothes and throw my leggings back on. I take one last look around and realize the only person I can be mad at is me. I knew his reputation, and yet I still took a chance hoping he had meant all that he said, but clearly that was just all part of his plan to get into my pants.
Fuck, I wish I had Dani or Em here. The one person I have left is the one person who made me feel this way. I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I take my own advice that I gave Cami at the beginning of the year?
I open the bedroom door.
“Bye, Ky.” I rush past Kyler, praying that the tears hold back before I’m out of the apartment.
I grab my purse from the table
Standing in line at the coffee shop, I can’t help but be sad. I feel like Zach and I could’ve been something great. It’s crazy, I know, but I never felt like that about someone before—in and out of the bedroom. I guess I was just another notch on his bedpost. I try not to think how disappointed in me Emmett would be for falling for it. Reliving the past few weeks is just torture on myself. Last night was too good to be true. I wonder how many women he has pulled those lines with.
“Hey, Haylee,” I hear the deep voice behind me say.
That voice does nothing to me as Zach’s did. Is that how it’s going to be from now on? Will I compare every man from now on to him? Lord help me if that’s the case. I turn around and see Chad Davis, the quarterback for the football team, standing there smiling at me.
“Hey, Chad. How’s it going?”
“Good. I need caffeine. Have to start every day with it.”
Yeah, no shit. Why the hell else would you be in a coffee shop? Wow, nothing gets past this guy.
I nod in acknowledgment because what the hell am I supposed to say to that. Usually, I would have a witty response, but I’m too exhausted from getting my heart broken to think. I just want some caffeine and to make it back to the dorm and forget all about Zach Jacobs. The sad part is, even if we didn’t work out, I still have to see him—a perk of our parents being best friends.
“Where’s Jacobs? Aren’t you two joined at the hip?”
I swallow down the sadness as I respond. “Yeah, that didn’t exactly work out.”
I face forward, hoping he gets the hint that I don’t want to talk about it, or really in general.
I place my order with the barista, and Chad quickly chimes in. “Put your money away, I’ve got this.”
“No, that’s okay, I’ve got it.”
Chad puts his hand on mine, and I don’t like the way his hand feels on my skin. It doesn’t make me feel the same way Zach’s did. Fuck, I am so screwed. Will I compare every guy from now on to Zach Jacobs?
“Okay, well, how about instead of letting me buy you coffee, you let me take me to the big party tonight.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I reach for it, only to see Zach is calling. I hit the Ignore button and put it back in my pocket.
Being out partying is the last thing I want to do right now, but I remember Zach had mentioned it, so it’s safe to assume he’ll be there. I can’t let him see that he broke me, so I do the last thing I ever expected to do.
“Pick me up at eight.”
Kyler and I stand over by the keg. For once I didn’t feel like coming out to a party. That’s how I know I have it bad. Maybe everything Emmett said that last conversation was true—when I’d know, I’d just know. And I know.
“Oh shit,” Kyler mutters into his plastic cup full of cheap beer.
I look up in the direction he is looking, and I see her. My Haylee. She is stunning. Her blonde hair is down and curly just how I like it. I itch to glide my fingers through her locks, grip it between my fingers so I can pull her close and taste her. My thoughts of all the ways I want her are interrupted when I see she’s not alone. Fucking Chad Davis—quarterback for the Quakers, the all-American boy next door, and total douchebag! I don’t know what girls see in him, and why is my girl with him? I didn’t realize I actually growled as I saw him wrap his arm around her shoulders.
“You okay, man?”
“What is she doing with that tool? I don’t get it. We were happy. I don’t understand what happened. When we had sex last night, I don’t even know how to say it, Ky. It was the best of my life. She just gets me. Then all day she avoided my call. When I went to the dorm room, Cami made up some excuse that she wasn’t there. But I’m pretty sure she was.”
Kyler turns to me, lowering his beer. “Zach, I’d hate to break it to you, but before Haylee, you were a bit of manwhore.”
“Yeah. So? But Haylee…” I steal a glance over at her. She still hasn’t noticed me looking at her. “She’s different. She is something special. She’s not like the rest of them.”
He nods, taking a sip of his drink. “But does she know that?” He points his cup in her direction. “I mean, does she really know that? And not just think you did all that to get in her pants? You were gone when she got up this
morning.”
“I ran out to get us breakfast.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t know that.”
“I left a…”
Shit, I totally didn’t leave a note. I shake the thought from my mind, but fuck, is he right? Had I treated her as I would have every other girl, or at least in her mind, did she see it that way? Did she think I would say anything to get pussy? I mean, she wouldn’t have been wrong. Last year, all I had to do was call a girl beautiful and she was handing me her panties before spreading her legs.
I look over at her and realize I never told her what she means to me. I want it all with her. I want what Em and Dani had, and the only girl I want it with is Haylee Hanks. Her blue eyes meet mine for a brief moment before she quickly looks away. It’s at that moment that I realize she owns me. It was so quick that I can’t even be sure she had seen me, but the way it made me feel told me she had. My chest tightens as my heart beats faster.
“Fuck!” I set my beer down and run my hands through my hair before dragging them over the stubble on my face. “I messed up, Ky. I need to fix this. I’ve never felt like this about a girl. I need her. Shit! I’m gonna go talk to her.”
Before I can even move, I feel Kyler’s hand on my arm holding me in place. “Zach, you can’t just go up to her and talk to her, especially when she’s here with another guy. I know it sucks, but you need to prove to her that she is different. You can’t just walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, baby, you’re different. I want you.’ If I were her, I’d probably throw my beer in your face and go home and bang that douchebag Chad.”
I turn to look at him. “What the fuck, man? Whose side are you on here?”
Is he for real suggesting she go home with that guy? Who knows what the fuck kind of diseases he’s got, and I bet he has a microdick!
“I’m on yours. Seriously, I am. I’m just saying you need to do something big. Chicks dig that shit.”
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