by Dani Evans
I reach for her hand and lift it to my lips. I kiss her fingers softly. “Sorry.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
I drop her hand. “Yes.”
Her head falls, and she stares intently at her feet. In a meek voice, she asks, “What did I do?”
I reach my arms around her and pull her into me. Then I lean in and nuzzle my nose into her neck.
She tries to push my head away. “That gives me the chills,” she says.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, but I don’t like what you’re doing to me.” I bite the sensitive skin between her neck and collarbone.
“Why are you mad at me then?”
I run my thumb over her lips. “Sh.” I lean in and capture her mouth with fierce urgency.
God, I want her. With every stroke of my hands, she melts further into me and pants breathlessly.
“I can’t get enough of you.” I twirl a section of her hair around my fingers. “I know you have to go, so I’ll be on my way, but when can I see you again?”
She clears her throat. “Uh... well... after I return from my mini vacation home?”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs before dropping my hands to hers. Shaking my head, I tell her, “I’ve got to get out of here. Now.” Then I release her and head toward my car.
I watch her step behind the glass door and peek over her shoulder at me. With a jaunty wave, she turns and disappears.
IT’S FRIDAY NIGHT and I can’t get Timber out of my head. Since she is out of town, I do the next best thing. I call her.
“I love the taste of your lips, your tongue, your neck, your skin—” She starts laughing. “What… why are you laughing?”
She inhales and exhales. “I’m… well… okay so I laugh when I get nervous… and I… and… well, I’m also swooning over your compliments. You’re so nice, sweet… different.”
“Different? As in different from your previous boyfriends?”
“Yeah, kind of. Well, yes, but different, not like the rumors I’ve heard about you.”
Ah, yeah. Different since she walked into my life. She makes me want to change, to be good, to be hers and hers alone. Nothing else matters anymore, nothing but her. And then I wonder what the hell I’m getting myself into. What the hell am I doing?
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey,” I mimic her.
“Did… did I say something wrong… or was that too much info?”
“No. Not at all. Why?”
She clears her throat. “You kind of went silent after my confession.”
“No, beautiful. I’m thinking about you, about how perfect you are, and wondering how the hell I got lucky enough to find you.” I pause. There’s static on her end and I’m certain she just covered the speaker on her phone while she lets out a nervous giggle.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” she repeats, her voice soft and sexy.
I can’t help it. I give a little moan. “I can’t wait to see you, to touch you, run my lips over yours, down your neck, across your collarbone—”
She inhales sharply and now I wonder if I’ve went too far.
“I… I have to go,” –definitely too far– “…can’t wait to see you, too,” she whispers.
I hear someone knock on her door and then, “Hey, you decent?” a guy asks. His voice is familiar, but I can’t quite place it.
“I’ve got to go. Talk to you soon,” she mumbles and hangs up.
KOLBY ALMOST BUSTED me. He would have asked who I was talking to, then Jax would’ve recognized his voice and that would be the end of us. He’d think I was cheating on him! Not knowing the truth. Man, this sucks! All of Kolby’s teammates and friends know I’m off limits. Nobody wants to get their ass kicked and they all know that’s exactly what Kolby will do. He’s done it before. Devin is a perfect example. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with my brother, why he’s so set on keeping me away from his friends, his teammates. Any other guy that isn’t on his team, doesn’t associate with him, or have a bad rep, no problem. Kolby doesn’t get involved in my affairs then. But he’s hell-bent on locking me out of his social circle.
I’m not about to let him ruin what I have with Jax and if that means lying to both of them to keep Jax from kicking me to the curb, then I will, and have.
I lie in bed and think about Jax, the way he touches me, his sensual but sexy as hell kisses—dear god, I hope he doesn’t break my heart. I’ve fallen so hard for him.
My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Jax. I open it immediately.
J: Why can’t you be here, by my side? I miss you.
That. Is. So. Sweet!
I wish I were there with you too. What are you doing right now?
J: Lying in bed thinking about you.
Thinking about me. What kind of things are you thinking?
J: I don’t think you really want to know.
Is that so?
J: Yeah. I might scare you away if I tell you what’s on my mind.
Okay so I need to be bold, say something to get him hot and bothered.
What if I tell you I’m lying in bed in nothing but a lacy bra and thong?
J: I’d ask you if you’re half naked because you’re thinking about me. Are you?
Yes.
I can’t believe I told him that!
J: You wanna know what I’d do to you if I were in your bed with you right now?
Pray. Tell.
J: Baby. The only praying I’d be doing is between your legs. With my tongue. And there’d be no telling ’cause I’d be showing you with my hands, my lips, my teeth.
I’m getting wet just imagining what exactly he’d be doing to me, with his tongue.
J: Ah. No comment? Did I scare you already?
God no. I’m wondering what exactly you’d be doing to me. With your hands.
J: No you’re not.
What?
J: You’re lying to me. What you meant to say is that you’re thinking about my tongue licking your pussy.
Holy shit! He’s right.
J: Does that bother you? That I know what you’re thinking?
No!
J: Do you want my tongue between your thighs, sucking, licking, and fucking your hole? ’Cause I’m betting you have a sweet, tight little pussy.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Letting him talk this way, and I like it!
Wow. Your words are so dirty. I’m speechless.
J: But you wouldn’t be. You’d be bucking your hips, moaning and begging for more. I’d want you to beg. And I’d want to give you more.
God. I don’t know if I should tell you you’re turning me on or that you’re embarrassing me.
J: I’m turning you on. I know it. You know it. Admit it.
Yeah.
J: Yeah?
Uh, yeah.
J: Slide your hand down your belly. Slip it below your panties.
No!
J: Just do it! Please?
Why?
J: Because I can make you come if you do what I tell you. Do you believe me?
No. Yes? I don’t know, but I’m not doing that!
J: Why not? Are you afraid?
Afraid? Of what?
J: To touch yourself? Because you shouldn’t be.
I’m not afraid. I just don’t do that. It’s not the same.
J: You just said you don’t do that, but then said it’s not the same. Which tells me you do touch yourself.
Stop it.
J: Why? I’m doing it. Got my hand on my dick right now.
Are you thinking about me as you stroke yourself?
J: Said my hand is on my dick. Didn’t say I was stroking myself.
Then what are you doing with your hand on your dick?
J: Take a picture of yourself. I want to see your bra and thong clad body.
I don’t think so. I can’t believe you’d ask me to do that!
J: I swear
I won’t share or show it to anyone. Just do it. For me.
Fine! But give me a minute.
J: Clock is ticking.
You send me one first. Of you. In your boxers.
J: I don’t wear boxers.
Your underwear then.
What the hell am I doing? Am I seriously going to send him a picture of me in nothing but my bra and thong? Shit. This is such a bad idea. I position my phone to snap a body shot, making sure not to get my face in the picture. Just in case he ever spites me.
Before I snap the shot, my phone dings.
A text from Jax. I open it and see it. Oh. My. God. Jax is… Oh my god. He’s absolutely the finest piece of man ever made! He’s smiling, but it’s not a ‘hey there’ kind of smile. No. It’s seriously sexy as hell. It’s a fuck me smile. Like he’s going to have me and he knows it kind of smile. He sends me another text. Oh my god! It’s his body. Is he a Greek god? No. He’s absolutely in a category of his own. One that no one has ever came up with because he is that freaking gorgeous. His chest shows every line defining his perfect muscles. His abs are delicious.
Another text comes through. This one? Oh, I’d so make a poster and post it above my bed. It’s his lower half and he’s wearing black sliders, but they don’t hide the whale of a tale going on underneath them! I think whoever came up with Moby Dick was looking at Jax when they came up with that name. And he’s not even erect! Moby is positioned in the southeastern pole. As in at an angle, up his middle and running toward his side. If he were erect, those sliders wouldn’t cover him. I’m certain. He’s… yeah. Need I go on?
J: You got me. Now I want you. Send me a pic, Timber.
Oh the name. I wish I could tell him the truth. Nope. Can’t risk it. Not yet. Not until I have him and know he’s hooked. On me.
Okay. I hold my phone above my head. Camera aimed at my slightly tilted head and hopefully capturing my body. I snap the picture. I snap it three more times before I get the perfect shot. Yes, it has to be as close to perfect as possible. Especially after seeing him. In nothing but sliders.
I hit send.
J: Fuck.
?
J: You’re sin in silk. I’m hard as fuck. You’ve no idea what I want to do to you.
;)
J: (o)
???????
J: Your pussy. I want it. I want to fucking devour it, devour you.
Sweet dreams. And I may just touch myself thinking about you…
J: What? Don’t you dare let me go now!
Good night, Jaxson. Until next time….
J: Tease!
I lay my phone down and totally imagine what Jax would do to me.
It’s disturbing.
It’s turning me on.
I can’t think about it anymore, or I will touch myself. And I know it won’t be anything like what he’d do to me so why bother?
I CAN’T BELIEVE she did that. Now my dick’s hard and I need a release. I roll over, grab my phone, and save the picture of Timber in her bra and thong as my wallpaper. I stare at it, burn the image of her in my head and then get naked. I imagine her stroking me, up, down… I slide my hand faster over my cock… then think of her sexy fucking mouth on my dick… sucking, tonguing, while cupping my balls in her hand….
“Fuck.” It doesn’t take long to finish myself off with the visual of her naked and sucking me off.
The following morning, my head is in the clouds. I sound like a girl, all dreamy and shit. But hell, I can’t help it. Not even Ellery made me feel this way. Or maybe she did, I don’t remember.
I drag my ass out of bed and the cloud follows me.
All damn morning, I can’t get the image of her out of my head.
Later, I end up completing my homework after morning practice. This leaves me free this fine Saturday evening.
This sucks.
Nothing to do since the guys are all out and the house is quiet. Sucks that Timber won’t be back until tomorrow and I won’t see her until next weekend.
I pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, and repeat. I’ve text Timber, but haven’t heard from her.
Several hours later, my phone dings. It’s Vincenzo. I open his text.
V: Going to a party clear across town. You up for a party? Since I know you’re the only one around this weekend?
Knowing I’ll be bored out of my wits and sit here doing nothing but thinking of Timber, which will drive me crazy since I can’t be with her tonight, I respond.
J: Absolutely. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.
EFFING HELL. AS I drive up the street, I realize the party is at my old buddy’s house. This could be a fun night after all.
Of course, I should have known my ex would be here. Wonder if my dear old nemesis is here with her.
After mingling and downing a beer, I notice several of the girls I’d messed with for points, are here. And they’re eyeing me with smiles on their faces. Great.
I try to avoid Ellery, but the girls have formed a circle around me, kinda making it hard to escape. Ellery plows right through them and croons my name. She wraps her arms around my neck. I squeeze her back, praying these other girls will leave me alone, and then I dig my fingers into her waist, pushing her away. She plays it off and won’t release her grasp on my neck.
I drop my head down, pressing my forehead against her shoulder and grimace.
I duck down further and escape her hold.
IT’S SATURDAY AND I wonder what Jax is up to. I wish I could just go surprise him. My brother is such a jackass. I’m not a baby. Okay, so now I kind of feel guilty for thinking that way. Who knows what would have happened with Devin if Kolby hadn’t been there. I should really respect and appreciate him. I do, but I really like Jax. So it’s worth it to sneak around. It sucks to be stuck home, with Kolby and my parents. I think one night is enough with my family. I can’t spend another night here. It’s totally boring, especially when I could be with Jax, even though he said he wasn’t going out, but doing homework all weekend.
I leave my home and go back to the dorms mid Saturday morning. I told the parental figures I had a ton of homework that I left at the dorm.
I text Tiffany.
On my way home. BAF.
She replies immediately.
T: ?BAF?
Ding, ding, dong! Bored As Fuck. BAF.
T: Oh! LOL. So then you’ll be going to a party with me tonight, yes?
Uh. Not a good idea. I can’t risk it. Frat house party is out for me.
That would be suicide.
T: It’s at a house, but not at the frat house, I swear! See, Vincenzo told me to meet him there and I don’t really want to show up alone with peeps I don’t know. PLEASE GO WITH ME! I hear Jax might be there. PLEASE!
Huh. The mention of Jax, and the idea of possibly seeing him—Tiffany is probably goading me!
Fine. But only because you say you won’t know anyone. I’m guessing it’s one of his friends NOT associated with their school? Cause you know I couldn’t do that either.
T: Absolutely swear. It’s at some dude name Wrecker or something like that. He doesn’t go to Berkeley so I doubt there will be anyone we know. And you know how I hate going to parties with unfamiliar faces.
I’m trying to decide if it’s a good idea or not. I’d like to believe I’ll see Jax, but I know that’s unlikely. He’s doing homework so that means he’ll be at his house. Others are probably home, or would come home and they all know me. So sadly, Jax is out.
T: You owe me!
Yeah, I do owe her. She’s helped me with this little white lie so I can go out with Jax, so yeah, I’ll let her drag me to this party so she can hook up with this Vincenzo.
Okay, I’ll go. I just got home so let me get ready.
T: Yes! Be ready in an hour? I’ll drive.
Perfect.
I take a quick shower and shave. No need to wash my hair since I showered this morning. After applying makeup, I slip on a pink sleeveless button
down shirt with a pair of white denim shorts and a diamond bling belt. I slide my feet into a pair of pink rhinestone sandals that match my shirt perfectly and then head down to the lobby to meet Tiffany.
I whistle. “Dang, girl. You look gorgeous.” And she does. Her dark curly waves are flowing down her back and she has on a navy blue slim fitting tee with dark denim Miss Me shorts. The navy blue brings out the green in her eyes as does the glittery green eyeliner.
“So do you. If I were Jax, I’d be dining on your hot little self every damn night.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Touché, Tiffany. Touché.”
We exit the building, slide into Tiffany’s light green Kia Optima, and get pumped up by listening and singing at the top of our lungs to Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days Ft. Ludacris.
We stroll into the party and hit the tap for beer. After we’ve sucked down one, Tiffany says, “I’m going to go outside. Vincenzo is blowing up my phone and since he doesn’t want to come inside, I’m going out to the back patio to greet him. Come on.” She tugs on my arm.