Beautiful Prince (Van der Borne University Book 1)

by Dakota Lee

Checking my phone, I see Bella's sent me a picture of a clock. I'm losing precious time towards the expiration of our bet, but I don't care. There was no way I was taping Jordanna's first time. Some things deserve respect and if this were my sister, I'd want the guy she gives her virginity to, to recognize how significant that would be to her and not be a fucking douche by recording it.

  She turns in her sleep, exposing more of her back, and I feel my dick twitch. This whole night is a wash, I'm going in for round two and I'm not taping that shit either.

  Besides, Bella doesn't care about the vanilla, she wants to see how far down the rabbit hole I can convince Jordanna to go. There are no rabbits here tonight, and the only hole I'm interested in is the one between her legs.

  Bella's waiting for me in my room, which sends my mood plummeting. After the night I had, I'm not in the proper headspace to deal with her shit.

  "Look what the cat finally dragged in." She takes a whiff. "Smelling like clay, smoke and skank." Drumming her fingers on the bed, she says, "Careful Logan. You'll never convince the Puritan Princess to let you between her thighs if you keep dipping your poker in someone else's pyre."

  She’s on her stomach, ankles crossed and legs in the air like a sexy pin up. "Vice President Lance. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

  She's picking out decorations for the corner office already. Time to bring her back from the future. "Have you been here all night, waiting for me to crawl into bed with you?"

  I move in front of her fisting her hair forcing her head back to look at me.

  "I was in the mood to play, but you missed out. I let Corey show me his hammer instead."

  Her pout is carefully constructed to make men lust after her. She knows what she's doing. Twisting people around her fingers gets her off more than a good fuck from the wrong person ever will.

  "I'm sorry you had to settle, Bella." I release my grip, ignoring her attempt to rile me up. "I was in the studio."

  "So what else is new?" She rolls her eyes and flips onto her back. My eyes go to the expanse of stomach showing under the edge of her sweater.

  "With Jordanna."

  That gets her attention. Sitting up, she quickly swings her legs over the side of the bed, coming to stand in front of me. "You're lying."

  "She had something she wanted to show me. I showed her something in return."

  "Ah, ah, ah. It doesn't count if you don't have proof."

  "We didn't sleep together." The lie slides smoothly off my tongue. "But the plan is back in motion."

  "Okay then. Happy hunting."

  It's a little before five and I'm trying not to wake Kassidy as I creep into our dorm room. She's a great roommate, and I enjoy spending time with her, but I'm not ready to answer questions about why I'm walking funny. Hopefully, after a nice hot shower, I'll feel better. I expected some soreness down there, but who knew my legs and abs would feel like I did a thousand squats and crunches? They need to prepare a girl for that sort of shit.

  I linger under the warm spray of the shower, letting it beat the soreness out of my body. Did I really do it last night? Finally lose my V card to Logan? Well, yes, obviously I did, so that's not the question I should ask myself.

  No, what I really want to know is how do I feel about it? I was fine in the heat of the moment. But the here and now, the after, am I still okay? I review what happened from one side, then the next. Dissect it and suture it back together. Yes, I'm okay that I gave my virginity to Logan. The waiting wasn't about the guy, as much as it was about my decision that I was ready. And I was. Honestly, I was ready months ago. But then Robbie and I broke up.

  That thought leads to another question that I need to confront. Was sleeping with Logan about getting back at Robbie? No. That’s definitely not it. My attraction to Logan was there before my relationship with Robbie ended. But I would never have acted on it. So it was attraction and lust. Palpable and real and everything in me wanted to feel what it would be like for Logan to make love to me.

  Okay, whoa, say what now? Isn’t this what we hear about all the time? A girl loses her virginity and gets all emotionally attached to the guy. I might have felt cared for, cherished, and desired last night and early this morning when we did it again, but love is nowhere in this. It was sex. Pure. Simple. Animal attraction.

  I go through a few more reality checks while I finish soaping up and rinsing off. I step out of the shower and into my bedroom to moisturize and pick out my clothes for the day. By the time I grab a yogurt, banana and cup of coffee, I've accepted that I’ve just had a normalized college experience and I'm ready to start my day, without worry about if I’ll be fawning, giggling and blushing my way through it.

  My vow to be stoic and unaffected by my change in status goes to hell the minute Logan walks into class. Heat floods my body, as my gaze travels his frame from the top of his sneaks to his eyes. The eyes that see too much. A lazy smile spreads across his face.

  My ability to think doesn't improve when he sits next to me. "Shouldn't you be sitting in front of me?"

  He leans close, whispering in my ear, "Shouldn't you be sitting on top of me?"

  He grabs my hand and pulls. Nodding towards the back of the class. I gather my stuff and follow him to the back row. The lights dim five minutes after the start of class as the professor plays a movie. I try to focus on it, but Logan has other ideas. He turns my face to him and kisses me.

  I know I should tell him to stop, but it feels so good. I wore a skirt today, because I still feel tender between my legs. It was a bad idea. Or a good one, depending on your viewpoint.

  Logan's hand glides up my leg. At the juncture of my thighs, he grazes his fingertips across the triangle of my panties. I grab his wrist, but he takes my hand, moving it to his leg, pressing my fingers around the bulge in his pants.

  He doesn't stop there; he lowers his sweatpants, pulling his cock out and putting my hand against it. I look around the lecture hall and see everyone's doing their own thing. Either watching the movie or pretending to.

  His breath tickles my ear. "I've been thinking about you all day." I look down at my hand. This thing was in me? My hand isn’t even big enough to fit around his entire base.

  "A little harder." He coaxes. When I tighten my grip, he grunts. "Yeah. Like that."

  He moves our hands in unison up and down his length. Am I really doing this? Giving him a hand job in class? When he rocks into my hand, I look up at his face. It reflects boredom as if he's really watching the movie. The only sign that what I'm doing has any effect at all, is the grip he has on the armrest of his chair and my thigh.

  "Take off your panties.”

  My hand freezes mid stroke. “Huh?"

  "Now, before I rip them off." As discreetly as I can, I slip off my panties and hand them to him. "Wrap them around your hand and finish me off."

  I do as he demands, watching his face. His hand grazes my thigh, gripping and caressing it. He pulls me into a kiss, my free hand threads through his hair, but I keep pumping my hand up and down his shaft.

  His head goes to the crook of my neck and I feel him tense against me. The first rope of hot semen jets out. I use my panties as a mitt to catch the rest. He softens in my hand, his breath rasping against my ear. Placing a soft kiss behind my ear, he’s says, "Thank you baby, I needed that."

  I watch dumbfounded as he jogs down the steps and out the classroom. Two days ago I was a virgin, and now I just made Logan orgasm in class, with people around. I clench my legs together. Oh, and he has my panties. So, yeah. There’s that.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  If I've learned anything these last few weeks, it's that parties, Jordanna, and I, don't mix. Yet here we are and I'm on edge, because if some stupid shit goes down tonight, it might throw everything off track.

  Jordy's wearing a dress and damn if her legs don't look amazing. Not as good as when they wrap around me or fall open so I can eat her pussy, but tempting nonetheless.

  I'm not the only one who noti
ces. This was a bad idea. I should've made her stay home, because I know they see it. She's coming out of her shell. Even her painting is taking on a different tone, with surer strokes and realistic lines. My chest puffs with pride, because I'm the one responsible for it. My mind flips back to last week when she jerked me off in class.

  I hadn't meant for things to go that far, and would've bet money on her snatching her hand away once I pulled out my cock. But she didn't and I once she started, I couldn't for the life of me find the strength to tell her to stop.

  She joins me on the couch and I pull her into my lap so I can make sure no one else can get close enough to touch her. I dig my fingers into her legs when she shifts around, trying to slide back onto the cushion beside me.

  "I suggest you sit still, unless you want me to take you right here." I warn.

  "I'm not struggling."

  "Your sexy ass is moving against me. My cock doesn't know the difference."

  "You're incorrigible."

  "And your pussy is addictive. I'm just trying to get another hit."

  "Well, if you'd let me sit on the couch, you wouldn't have this problem."

  "Yes, Jordy. I would."

  She shifts one more time before finally getting comfortable and relaxes against me. She and Tabitha are talking about the team her sister will travel with for her winter basketball league and she tells Frankie why the car he's jonesing for isn't as great as the classic she saw at a car show three years ago.

  Things are going great and I'm having a good time until someone mentions the word games.

  We start with Never Have I Ever. This one comes with a twist. If you have, you have to remove the article of clothing, mentioned and give them to the person of your choosing. This is a game the girls like to play because they dump their bras and panties in my lap. The person with the most clothes on at the end of the night, loses.

  "You don't have to play." I whisper against Jordanna's ear.

  "No. It's fine. I'll play. It's like you said before, it's a game. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?"

  She goes to the other side of the circle to sit next to Kassidy. We're half an hour in, and my hands are clenched at my thighs, because Shauna's asking the questions.

  "This one is called panties. Remember, if you have, the panties, or boxers, come off. So, never have I ever had sex with another person before."

  She's sitting back with a satisfied smirk on her face, sure that Jordanna’s going to lose this game. We've already talked about keeping the change in our relationship status between us for now, so my surprise is genuine when Jordanna reaches under her skirt, slips her panties off and crosses the circle, dropping them in Shauna's lap.

  "Jordanna?" Tabby's gaze darts over to me. "You're not a virgin anymore?"

  Jordy's eyes lock with Shauna's who's eyeing her panties suspiciously, then shrugs at Tabby, going back to her place in the circle.

  She’s pantiless in a dress and just outed herself to this group. Confidence is sexy as hell on a woman, and it's taking every ounce of control I have not to drag her into an empty room and fuck her against the wall until my legs give out.

  I feel hung over, but that can’t be it, because I had maybe two drinks the whole night. It’s more likely that I'm dehydrated. I push my sunglasses onto the top of my head, looking over at the person dozing in my passenger seat. We left the party ten minutes after Jordanna's big reveal because the shirts started coming off and piling up in her lap.

  Morons.

  I took her back to the studio and spent all night and a good chunk of this morning reminding her that her pussy belongs to me. If it were up to me we'd still be sleeping it off in bed, but she has a meeting with her advisor in an hour.

  That's the only reason I brought her back to campus to shower and change. I could give a fuck if she shows up smelling like me, but she wasn't quite sold on the idea.

  I pull into the driveway in front of her dorm, and lean over to nudge her awake. And by nudge, I mean I slip my fingers under dress and play with her pussy. She lets out a quiet, sleepy little moan, spreading her legs, welcoming my touch. "We're here sleepy head."

  "Logan. Don't start." She warns.

  "Sure, I won't start, but you gotta stop riding my fingers like this."

  She rocks one more time and pushes my hand away. Damn. Almost had her. She pushes the door open and I pull her back into the seat, leaning over to help myself to a kiss. She sighs, a sound of contentment in my mouth, and I gobble it up.

  Her lids flutter open, her eyes hazy. A mixture of sleep and lust. "I'll see you later." I say kissing her once more.

  She nods and exits the car, walking up the steps of her dorm, without looking back. When the doors close behind her, I make a U-turn towards mine. I guess I need to shower and do some shit today too.

  I unlock the door to my room and stifle a groan. When I find the fucker that gave Bella a key to my room, I'm going to kill them. She pounces on me, eyes flashing.

  "What the fuck are you up to, Logan? Did you get stupid all of a sudden? This isn't what we do, and you know that."

  "What are you ranting about?"

  "Someone saw you kissing her."

  I school my face into indifference hiding my response which is oh shit. "So what?"

  "You're not supposed to fall for your conquest, Logan."

  I pull a bottle of water out of my fridge, crack the top and drink, giving myself time to answer, and giving her a chance to think about what the next words out of her mouth are going to be. I walk over to my desk, settle into my chair and fire up my laptop.

  "I kissed her. Big deal. She's inexperienced and this would be a hard sell if I don't at least pretend like I'm doing the boyfriend thing. What the fuck is up with you, Bella? You spend way too much time worrying about my end of this bet. Perhaps you should worry about yours."

  I take another drink. "Or is that why you're here?" I grab my crotch and shift in my seat. "Ready to concede and give me what I want, with a blowjob thrown in for good measure?"

  "You haven't won anything yet. She may have given up the goods, but what sweet girl wouldn't want the man she loves to be her first?"

  She flutters her eyes and sticks her finger down her throat. "It's not a win, unless her image is as black as your twisted little heart. I want her to have the full Logan McKay treatment."

  She stomps over to the front door on her two thousand dollar heels. "You've got a month left, or the next time we speak about the terms, I'll have daddy's lawyer present with my employment contract for you and your father to sign."

  Bella will do anything to win and is always trying to find a way to get out from under my thumb. If I lose this bet, there will be no containing her. Jordanna's walk on the wild side is about to become a sprint.

  It's now or never. I can't lose control of the VP spot because I'm getting soft on a girl. No matter how hot the sex is. We're in the art studio on campus, and I'm watching Jordy touch up the lines on her latest drawing. "Are you happy being with me?"

  Her hand stills, and she pivots on her stool. "Of course. Why would you ask that?"

  "I guess sometimes I think of what you gave up to be with me, and I wonder if you regret it."

  "Do I regret losing my virginity?"

  "And the boyfriend you had when we met. I know I wasn't nice to you in the beginning, and yet somehow you're here with me." I shrug and look away. "A part of me expects you to change your mind about us."

  "What do I have to do to convince you that I forgive you for before, and that I'm not going anywhere?"

  "Come on, Jordy. I wasn't a saint when you met me, and I'm not going to pretend like I've never experimented in the bedroom. I know how these things can go."

  Her brows furrow, a worry line creasing her forehead. "It sounds like you're not satisfied with me."

  "I'm trying to be good for you. Worthy of you. But there's a part of me…"

  She swallows thickly. "You need more."

  I rake my hands through
my hair. "Fuck. I don't know what's wrong with me. You're the perfect girl. So sweet. So innocent. That should be enough."

  "But it's not."

  "I don't wanna lie to you, Jordy. But no. This isn't enough for me."

  "You're breaking up with me. Again?"

  I rush over, taking her hands in mine. "No. Fuck no. This is coming out all wrong. I want us to do different things. Together. But I haven't said anything because I know you'll look at me differently."

  "No. I won't." I give her a look that says don't bullshit a bullshitter. "Okay. Maybe I will. But you promised to always be straight with me, so tell me anyway."

  "Do you remember when Patrick had his hand around your neck?"

  "Yes." Her hand goes to her throat, and her eyes mist over, as she remembers the way he held her by her neck.

  "Did you like it?"

  "No!"

  "I didn't either." I trail my fingers over her neck, pressing them against her pulse points. "But only because I wanted to be the one holding you against the wall like that. Squeezing this long neck. While I fucked you."

  "Logan!"

  "Does that horrify you, Jordy?"

  "Yes." She nods, eyes wide. "That's an awful thing to say."

  "I told you. Now you think I'm a monster."

  "I think it's a twisted joke to tell your girlfriend, and if you were going for shock value, you've accomplished it."

  I put her hand against my cock. "Do you feel how hard I am, just thinking about it? It's not a joke, Jordy."

  "Why would trying to make me black out excite you?"

  "Baby, you got it all wrong. I don't want you to black out and I would never hurt you." My hand glides along the back of her neck. "I want to hold you down, and fuck you hard."

  My lips skim the shell of her ear. A shiver runs down her back. "I know that may sound scary, but I think your body can take a good pounding. Just like you finally stopped blushing anytime you see a naked body, I think you'll embrace a little more adventure in our sex life."

  "Adventure?" She gasps as I pull on her nipple.