Beautiful Prince (Van der Borne University Book 1)

by Dakota Lee

  I hear her threat, and as a rule I don't take those lightly, but I'm too caught up in the feel of her arms wrapped around me. The smell of her skin, and the words that preceded her threat. That she wants to be with me. I'm so high on my triumph that I forget to give weight to my next words.

  "Jordy, baby. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

  "Then, fine."

  "Fine, what?"

  "Fine, I'm your girlfriend."

  Chapter Forty

  I don't know what I was expecting, but being Logan's girlfriend isn’t much different from what we were already doing. We hang out. I eat with him and his friends. We work on our project and he watches me paint. Oh. And the kisses. Those are more frequent. And intense. Case in point, at this very moment, his lips are trailing down my stomach, lighting a fiery path to my groin.

  "Logan." I groan.

  "Mm?"

  "We have work to do."

  "I know, but isn't this more fun?"

  I nod my head, gasping when his fingers pinch my nipple. "You said one kiss, and you'd be able to focus."

  "I meant it too."

  "So why aren’t we working?"

  Cool air hits my skin as my pants slide down, and my panties come off. "Because the kiss I was referring to, is here."

  He drags his finger through my slit, pressing it against my opening. I'm still nervous about the way he stares at me down there, and not at all sure how genitalia can be beautiful, but he tells me mine is every time he looks at it.

  "Logan, you're stalling."

  "You're right. I am."

  With that acknowledgement, he swipes his tongue through my folds, sending my senses into overdrive. When I shatter, he chuckles, sliding back up my body, kissing my exposed skin along the way, until finally his mouth meets mine. I groan, tasting myself on his tongue.

  He rocks against me, reigniting that spark in my core. I hear his zipper and feel his erection pressing against me. He grips my hips, angling my center higher as we grind against each other. I wrap my arms and legs around him, delirious from the friction.

  "Baby." He groans against my ear. "I'm so fucking hard."

  "I know." I feel his erection sliding against my slickness. Sending a jolt down my spine.

  I freeze when Kassidy knocks on the door. "Ignore her." Logan rasps.

  She knocks again, calling through the barrier, "Jordanna, your mom’s on the phone."

  Shit. If she called Kassidy's number that means she's been trying to get a hold of me. Logan rolls over onto his side, so I can find my phone. It's halfway under the bed on vibrate. "Tell her I'm calling her back right now."

  Logan’s pouting, is easily one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. I plop a kiss on his cheek and hit dial, promising to call him later as he walks out the door.

  "You're a mess." Kassidy giggles when I wander into the living room after ending the call with my mother.

  "What do you mean?"

  "How many days are you going to send poor Logan out of here with blue balls?"

  "I'm not. We're taking our time."

  "Jordy, that man could barely walk, shuffling out of here like he just went eight seconds on a bucking bronco."

  "He knows I'm not ready, and he's willing to wait until I am."

  "What I know, is that he's never waited a day in his life to get laid, and you're like payback for all those notches on his belt, all tied up in a cute little package."

  I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "I'm not punishing him. I care about Logan, but I'm just not ready."

  She nods. "I hear you. And I commend you for waiting until you are."

  "You'd be the only person on campus who does."

  "There's no purity circle or social club or whatever, but Jordanna, trust me, you’re not the only virgin on campus."

  "Hard to believe that."

  "You're not, but you are the only woman on campus to hold out for more than forty-eight hours with Logan McKay trying to get in their panties. And the way he's got you moaning, I'd say he provides a very convincing argument about why you should let him in."

  Chapter Forty-One

  I was in a good mood until I walked into class and found my girlfriend having a moment with someone else. Jordanna's sitting on the stage smiling and giggling to whatever bullshit Noel's saying.

  He's an opportunist and knows just the right words to say to make women believe he's a good guy, but I know the truth about him. His reputation with women is just as fucked up as mine is. He's seen us hanging out on campus, and word is out that we're together, but I don't for one second think he wouldn't fuck her just to spite me.

  One of his hands lingers on her thigh, the other reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, like he's a sweet and tender lover. The two of them are oblivious to anyone else in the room. Huddled together, like they're the best of friends, sharing secrets.

  It's intimate, and it takes everything in me not to yank her away, and push her against the desk while I fuck her with him watching.

  Fuck. This waiting game is for the birds. I don't know how the ex did it. It's only been a couple of weeks for me, and I'm already sick of acting like an altar boy. I've hovered in the friend zone, now we're making out like we're horny teenagers. I need to push this along, or I'll never make my deadline.

  Jordanna walks over to her seat as the rest of the students arrive. "What are you wearing to the party tonight?" I ask as she's setting up her pallet.

  She groans, rolling her eyes. "Nothing."

  The model comes on stage. He's starting slow, removing just his shirt. By the end of next week, he'll be sitting up there with nothing but a loincloth.

  "Well, that's a bold and daring choice. Though I'm not sure how I feel about you jumping into the deep end, with an audience present."

  "I meant nothing, because I'm not going."

  "Come on, you owe me a rematch with ten minutes in hell." I lean closer, so she's the only one who can hear, “And this time I want you stroking my cock."

  "How about we sit this one out?"

  "I can't. I missed the last two parties, so I have to make an appearance."

  She shifts in her seat. "No, you don't."

  "Jordy."

  "Logan, it's a swap night party. You can't really be planning to go."

  And she can't really expect me to miss it. I get her not wanting to party all the time. Shit, neither do I, but some things can't be helped. Missing tonight is not an option. Part of my job as king of the school is to protect the school and our student's images.

  I can't put a spin on things when they get out of control, if I'm not there to see it happen. It's more than a title. I filter information to McKay Media and a fixer the Kingsley Hollow families keep on retainer, if we can't keep it contained. Sometimes, I'm all that stands between a night of tawdry fun and a full-blown scandal.

  "Jordanna, I have a responsibility to my friends and to the students, to show up. I can't skip it."

  We spend the rest of the class painting in silence. Her headphones are in and she seems pretty relaxed. I almost wish she'd freak out and avert her gaze. I'm not all that happy about her looking at another man.

  She stands at the end of class, slipping the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "I'll see you at my dorm tonight." She pecks my cheek before heading off to see her advisor.

  My phone flashes with a text from Jordanna asking where I am. I consider ignoring it, because I'm still in a mood after that little scene with Noel and her insistence that I skip the party.

  Me: I’m in my room getting ready to head out to the party.

  Jordy: I thought you were coming here.

  Me: No, you assumed I was. I told you I had to make an appearance. I'll catch up with you after.

  I slip my wallet in my back pocket and step into the hall, taking the elevator to the lobby. Once outside, I inhale the cool night air, turning my steps toward Fraternity Row. We had to deal with a last-minute venue change when the parents of the student hosting tonight's
event decided to delay their trip. I would have rather taken the party over to The Rift, but the guest list was too big to screen.

  I'm watching the crowd, my back to the door, when I feel a tingle along my spine and know that she's here. I turn towards the door, watching as Jordanna slips through the crowd. Her hair is in a fishtail braid hanging over her shoulder and she's wearing a belted tunic shirt, with Capri jeans and ankle boots.

  The knot in my stomach eases. I'm in a corner of the room, so I know she won't be able to see me right away. She cranes her head left and right.

  I get to my feet and freeze, gripping the cup in my hand so tightly it starts to bend. A smile lights her face as she makes her way over to Noel. Of course he's here. This is his frat, but why the hell is he the first person she goes to?

  I remind myself there are people watching. They're always watching. So I play it cool. Still, my feet carry me over to where Noel and Jordanna are standing. The appearance of a leggy redhead gyrating in my path, interrupts my plans to knock Noel on his ass.

  I watch the redhead shimmy up and down, swirling her hips. Her eyes brighten when I drag her to the floor, letting her continue her little dance for me. It's a much needed distraction from what's happening on the other side of the room.

  I'm not sure how long we dance. A minute, an hour. The time drags on, so it could be either. A hand taps me on the shoulder. Jordanna's voice a low hum as she calls my name. I glance at her over my shoulder, arching a brow, as she looks from me to the redhead.

  "Mind if I cut in?" She asks, pulling me away from the floor.

  "Hi." She says when we're in the back of the house.

  "Hi yourself."

  I lean against the wall, feet crossed at the ankles while I drink the beer I snagged from the cooler on our way back here.

  "That's all you have to say?"

  I heft one shoulder. "You look sexy as fuck tonight." I stare over her head. I mean it. She looks good, but I can't look at her right now. I'm so pissed that Noel was the first person she stopped to talk to when she got here.

  "Is everything okay?" She lifts her hand to run it through my hair. "Did something happen?"

  She looks so sweet and sounds so concerned for my well being. If she really was, it wouldn't have taken her so long to come find me. "Everything's great. I think the games are about to start. We should go and make sure we get good seats."

  "I'm not in the mood to play. Why don't we just hang out and talk?"

  Talking is the last thing I feel like doing. I grab her hand, pulling her into the library on our left, gripping her neck as soon as we're inside the room, and pull her into a kiss. My tongue mercilessly pillages her mouth, while her hands cling to my shirt to stay upright.

  I lift her, carrying her towards the wall. Her legs wrap around me and I grind against her, but it's not enough. I need more contact. I lower her legs to the floor, undoing her jeans, pulling them off one leg, then lower mine. My jeans are around my ankles as I lift her again, pressing my erection against her wet center. She moans, rocking against me. I snatch her panties to the side and lower my boxers, sliding my length through her wet seam. This is it. This is what I need.

  "You're so wet." I whisper against her lips.

  "Logan."

  I love hearing her pant my name. Our hips are pressed together, my cock twitching against her. "Jordy, baby. Fuck, I know this is gonna be a tight fit. I'm gonna ruin this pussy and you'll never look at another man again."

  Her hands flex against my back as she rolls her hips. "That's it baby, slide that wet pussy up and down, getting it ready for me."

  I grip my shaft, laying my head in the crook of her neck, preparing for that first moment when her heat starts to stretch around me. The swollen head of my cock nudges her opening. I grunt at how good that feels. "I need you so fucking bad, right now, baby."

  "Logan, No. Don't."

  No? Don't? What the fuck? I lift my head, meeting her eyes, seeing the rejection in their depths. I step away, letting her slump to the floor and pull my pants up, buttoning them as I walk out the door.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  What the hell just happened? One minute we're making out, the next he releases me so fast you'd think my skin was on fire. I fix my clothes and look for him to find out what the hell he was thinking, trying to have sex with me here and unprotected. He's in a corner with the redhead I saw him dancing with earlier, her tits pushed up in his face, his hand resting on the wall next to her head.

  "Logan, we need to talk."

  "I think we've talked enough for the night. How about we try again tomorrow? We might be on the same page by then."

  "No, we need to talk about this, now."

  "Let it go, Jordanna.."

  He shoulders past me, heading towards his friends, the redhead in tow. When he sees me following, he changes course and walks out the front door. I follow him out of the frat house and past the people making out in the front yard.

  "Why are you being like this?" I yell, even though this is a conversation we should be having alone.

  He stops at the end of the driveway. "Being like what? Like a man that can't take this hot and cold routine from you anymore?"

  "Logan. That's not fair."

  "Well, I guess I'm not feeling very fair right now."

  "What the hell happened?"

  He shakes his head as if I should already know the answer to that. "Open your eyes, Jordanna. I can't be the perfect boyfriend you want. I'm not equipped to go through life denying myself like a monk."

  "I never asked you to do that."

  "Didn't you? It would be so much easier if you say the words. It's clear how little I mean to you. So just admit that I'm not the guy you want. Be honest and say that you don't feel the same way that I feel about you."

  "You know I care about you."

  "How would I know that? What's the phrase?" He screws his face up and sneers at me, "Actions speak louder than words. And all I hear are words."

  "Logan. My words are sincere, I just need you to be patient and-,"

  "Wait? How long Jordanna? Another week? A month? Til graduation?!”

  His words are full of contempt, a sharp contrast from the man who holds me at night and tells me I'm beautiful.

  "God, I've been so stupid. It was right in front of me all along. I'm never gonna have you, am I?" He asks, scrubbing his hand through his hair.

  "Sex isn't the most important part of us dating, Logan."

  "No. But I want to be with you in every way. And you're keeping a part of yourself from me. So tell me Jordanna, now who's afraid of intimacy?"

  He clenches his jaw, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously when he swallows. "I think we should take a break. I um, I can't be with you and risk falling any more in-," He swallows again and looks away.

  I can't believe it. Is he seriously breaking up with me? I take a hesitant step forward. "Logan-"

  "Jordanna, I tried okay, but you were right. We're incompatible and have different tastes and ideas of fun. You don't like parties and games, and I do. Serious relationships are not my thing. I already knew that, and I’m not built for abstinence or whatever. I won't disrespect you by hooking up with someone else while we're together, like your ex did, so let’s just end this now."

  "You wanna break up, because I didn't want to play a stupid game at this party?"

  "No Jordanna. It’s not about the game. It’s about the party. It's a swap night party, and I wanna fuck, and there are a lot of girls in there who want to fuck me. Why should I deny myself and tie myself down to someone who doesn't? You're saving yourself for Mr. Right, and we both know, I'm not him. So, I'm done racking my brain, turning myself in knots trying to figure out if I'm pushing you too far, making you do too much. It's a headache and a distraction I don't need."

  I narrow my eyes as he spills his truth. "So it all comes down to sex with you after all."

  "It comes down to not knowing where I stand with you. Not feeling connected to you. Jordy, you are t
he sexiest fucking woman I've ever met, and I tried to be okay with it, but I go to bed hard for you every night. I wake up the same way. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, and you treat it like it's a game. Withholding yourself to punish me for what he did."

  "Who? Robbie?” I shake my head. “No, that’s not what I'm doing."

  "Really? Then maybe you’re just selfish. Because I've touched you. I've tasted you. I know what you look like and sound like when I'm pleasing you. Can you say the same about me? Do you even care about pleasing me?"

  "When we talked about this, you said you were fine, without sex."

  "Yes, Jordanna. I'm fine if we're gonna touch each other. Satisfy each other. But that hasn't happened yet. I get you off and then get sent to my dorm while you talk to mommy or your Carryville friends, or whoever and do whatever else is more important than me. So I'm taking back control and putting the decision in my own hands. It’s been fun, but like I said, we’re done."

  He strolls back towards the door of the frat house, shakes hands with some people along the way, and disappears inside.

  I'm dumbfounded. I’m not even sure how I would have responded if he’d have stuck around long enough to let me give a rebuttal, because the truth is, I've been so focused on my willingness to let him touch me in ways Robbie never did, that I didn't really think about how it would affect him.

  I know Logan’s reputation, but I believed him when he said he was okay with waiting. He should have said something sooner and I wouldn’t have let us go as far as we did. I respect that he has every right to change his mind, but I refuse to let anyone push me into having sex before I'm ready.

  The fates allowed, the stars aligned. Insert whatever cliche floats your boat. But somehow my girls and I are back in the same zip code, and I have never been as happy to see someone as I am to see them. I feel better the moment I step off the bus, and launching myself at them for a three-way hug, only boosts my mood. We’re laughing, talking and crying all at the same time. I stash my bag in the trunk of Marina’s car before climbing into the back seat.