Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2) (40 page)

Walking over to the dance floor, I take her in my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck. I place my mouth right above her ear and whisper, “You will be waking up next to me in the morning, princess.” She bats her eyelashes right before placing her lips on mine. The taste of beer and cherries feels my mouth.

“You win, come back to my place. My roommate will be out all night, but don’t think I’m sleeping with you.” She says as he leads me out of the bar.

“Who said sleeping, I said waking up next to you. Do you live on campus?” I ask as I wave down a cab.

“Yes, on Seventh and Park Street.” She rambles on the rest of the address to the driver and then leans into my shoulder. “I feel like I’ve known you longer than an hour.”

“Is that so? Are you from here?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head.

“Nope, I’m from New Orleans. I’d always wanted to go to school here, since my older brother moved here for school. My parents agreed for me to apply. What about you?”

“From a small town outside of Birmingham. I’d had other plans, but this seemed to be what I decided on last minute. It works, so I’m content.”

“You leave a girlfriend behind?”

“Nope, no girlfriend.”

“I call bull shit Zander, what’s her name?”

“What the hell?” I ask as I look down into her dark brown eyes.

“You can’t fool me with your cool dude charm. What happened?”

“She has never been mine. She is a year younger and is my sister’s best friend. I can have any fucking girl I want and I have, except her. She just knows how to pull my strings and fuck with my head.” I say with a sigh.

The cab stops in front of a row of townhomes, we get out and I pay him and we walk into the last one. She unlocked the door and walked in turning in the lights. Damn she really is beautiful.

“Well, she seems like a pretty clueless girl if you ask me. Want a beer?” she asks as she grabs two from the refrigerator.

“Thanks. I don’t know. She has always known that I like her; I’ve never hid that from her. I know she likes me too.” I say taking a swig.

“She’ll come around. I’m going to change, want some sweatpants? I have some that are my brothers.”

“Sure.” I say as I follow her into her bedroom. How the hell did I walk into the bar, wanting to find a girl to lose myself in and I end up meeting Dr. Ruth? “What’s your story Heather? You have a special guy?”

“Nope, I don’t do relationships. I have too much on my plate, without making things even more complicated for myself.” She says as she slips her dress over her head and slides on a tee-shirt. Her damn body is freaking hot as hell. “Don’t get any ideas mister!”

“What, two single people can’t have a good night together?” I say as I unfasten my jeans and push them off and pull the sweat pants on.

“Nope, we are watching a movie and getting to know each other. Don’t get me wrong, I like you. But tonight’s about movies and drinking.” She says as she strolls back into the living room and places a DVD in the player.

“Oh hell, some chick flick?” I ask as I sit on the couch.

“Nope, it’s
Four Brothers
. With Mark Wahlberg.”

“That’s why you want to watch it, huh.” I say as I pull her into my body. “You do know I’ll be in your bed by morning. And it will be the greatest night of your life.” I say laughing

“We will see about that big boy.” She says as she kisses my neck.

I flipped her over, so she’s lying on her back underneath me, her breathing became rapid and all that talk she is talking turns into moans as I graze my lips against hers. She parts my lips with her tongue. With her hands wrapped in my hair, she pushed my face toward her breasts. I lift her shirt above her head. I grab a breast with each hand and start kissing in between them.

“Bed, let’s get in the bed.” She begs.

“Told you, I would be in your bed.” I laugh as I pick her up and carry her into her room. I throw her on the bed, as I pull the sweat pants down. My cock springs out and the look in her eyes is priceless.

“Holy hell. I didn’t think, well I umm. Never mind.” She laughs as she pulls me toward her.

I pull her panties down, as I run my hands up between her legs, I can feel she’s already wet. She is shaved perfectly, I lean in and devour her. I have her screaming my name, panting, wanting me to fuck her.

She throws a condom at me; I rip it open with my teeth. I spread her legs wider then push myself inside of her. I can feel her pussy clinch around my dick, with every thrust she’s moaning. As my groans increase, her moans and thrust matches mine. I pullout and flip her over, she pushes her ass in the air. I grab her hips and push myself in her, I smack her ass and she moans louder. She cries for me to fuck her harder. I grab her hair with one hand and her waist with the other and I fuck her hard, like she begs me too. I can feel my release building, I let go of her hair, putting one hand on her other hip and fuck her as hard as I can until we both come in unison.

“That is the best fuck I’ve ever had, Zander. God, why did I think you were going to be a lousy fuck?” She giggles.

“I’ve never been lousy at anything. Now you can say you’ve had the best.” I brag.

“I think I will be sore for a while. So go ahead and brag. Where have you been all my life?” She smiles as she walks into the bathroom.

I follow her in and start the shower. She just smiles as she climbs in. I climb in behind her and I take a washcloth from her hand and start washing her body.

“You know I can do that myself, but damn that feels wonderful.”

“So, should I stop? Then you can do it yourself?”

“No, I like. You may continue.” She laughs. “I need to wash this.” She smirks as she grabs my dick.

“Oh, you can definitely wash that. Then what are you going to do?” I tease.

After spending the last couple of nights at Heathers, it’s odd being back on the couch. Baseball starts tomorrow. My mom called me today, she’d been shopping with my sister and Audrey. Of course, she would have to mention her name. I lie here thinking about my life in Alabama and the life I have now. Nothing has changed. I enjoy hanging out with Heather. She is a good person and she isn’t too bad in bed either. She knows a lot about baseball also. She mentioned going to a New York Mets game, before the season is over.

“Hey, you okay, man?” Evan questions.

“Yes, just thinking about back home. You miss Utah?”

“I do, actually. Probably not as much as you miss Alabama though.” He laughs. I know he was happy to move away. He has demons in Utah, so this is much better for him.

“I just miss seeing Audrey every day.” I sigh

“I don’t see why the hell you didn’t make her yours before you left. I know she is with whatever his name is, but you are Zander you always get what you want.”

“Not all the time, my friend. When it comes to her, it’s like my balls shrivel up. I tell her how I feel. I tell her I want her, but it’s like I can’t express it enough.”

“You’re a pussy is basically what you are saying?”

“Hell no, well shit. I guess I pretty much said that, didn’t I? Dude, get us a beer. My mind is all messed up. What the hell did you do with Godseala?” I laugh referring to the girl he’s been screwing.

“If you want your beer then I suggest you shut the hell up.”

“Okay, I’m kidding. She isn’t bad on the eyes; it’s that voice of her’s. It’s annoying as hell. I ran into her at the café the other day, I swear she talks a mile a fucking minute. But she sure knows how to make you groan.” I laugh, these walls are paper thin. I can hear every damn thing that goes on in the bedrooms.

“I’ve tried to break her off, but she is a good girl though. I know she has a past she just hasn’t opened up. I’m going to drink this then hit the hay. You have baseball tomorrow, you should do the same.”

“Thanks, brother. I am as soon as I down this. Thanks for always being a good friend. It means a lot.”

“Back at you, brother.” He smiles.

~ One Year Later ~

“Daddy, I’ll be fine. I promise to call you as soon as I land. I’ll miss you and mom. I’ll be back on break. I promise.”

“Sweetheart, I just worry about you. You’re going to a huge city all alone. You make sure you have your pepper spray on you at all times. Your furniture and everything should be all set up.”

“I will, I’ll be very cautious of my surroundings. I’ll keep my mace on me at all times. See, this is where I should have my gun.”

“Audrey Renee, you can’t take a damn gun into the city dear. You sure you don’t want to stay at Alabama State? We can get everything taken care of.”

“No, Daddy, I’m going to NYU. They have the best law program and besides, I’m ready to get out of this town. You know I’ll be better off if I leave here.”

“I know, baby girl, I hate what he has done to you. Let me know if he contacts you in New York. Please call us if you need anything. Your mom and I’ll be there as soon as we can. I love you, pooh.”

“Thanks, Daddy, I love y’all too. Please give Mom my love and let her know I will text her soon.”

We flew out last month to lease the loft and to sign up for all of my classes. I’ll be in the same building as Zander, Evan and Brody. Hopefully if I need anything, they will be there to help me out. I’m sure they’re all pretty busy, but Zander has always looked out for me.

New York in the winter is a lot different than back home. I’d never lived outside of Birmingham, so this is definitely going to be an experience. I’d attended Alabama State the last couple months, but I wasn’t happy there. So much had been going on since the Ian situation. I just needed to get away.

We had dated on and off the last several years, but I knew I could never love him. He always wanted much more than what I was offering, then his wants turned into needs and his needs became obsessive. After I broke things off with him, he started stalking me. I had to get a restraining order and I’m sure that was very embarrassing considering his father is the county sheriff, who of course didn’t believe that his son was doing the things I’d accused him of. Why the hell would I lie about a fucking stalker?

I decided that, moving here would be the best thing for me. I may go back home after college depending how much I like it here. I’ll miss my family and friends. But a fresh start will be worth it. I’d always heard if you wanted to start over, NYC is a good place to do so. The only thing is I didn’t realize how scary it would be. Not that the city is scary it’s beautiful. But I am here all alone.