My Side (7 page)

I shook my head, “I’m
a grad student in law school. I have a 4.0 GPA and have only ever dated three
guys in my life. I don’t drink much, never do drugs, don’t smoke, and eat
clean, except when celebrities buy me lunch.” I leaned towards him, drank the
last of my lemonade and passed him the bottle, “I am the queen of
self-control.”

He swung his leg off
the chair, moving fluidly to the floor and knelt in front of my bed. He grabbed
my calves, dragging me down the bed so he was between my thighs. His eyes bore
down on me as he licked his lips. He leaned forward like he might kiss me and
whispered, “But the thing you’re forgetting is that I can have any girl I want,
any time I want, any place I want. You, on the other hand, will be getting
arthritis in your right hand from all the daydreaming you’re gonna do about me,
while reading your books.” He winked and released me. I didn’t even realize my
hands were digging into his round shoulders, instead of pushing him away. He
laughed and left the room, again rising in a fluid motion.

I swallowed and made
the weird sound again, “Wait.”

He popped back into
the doorway, “Yes?”

“The deal needs to be
stricter then. No sex for either of us… with anyone.”

He looked down on me,
“Including the Brothers of County Claire?”

I nodded.

He put a massive hand
out. I hesitantly took it. My stomach ached from the thought of touching him.
The air was too heavy. His body was too naked and mine was too horny.

He shook both our
hands and then just stayed there like that, holding my hand.

“No sex, no
masturbation, and no getting someone else to give you an orgasm?” he asked.

I frowned, “Ewww.”

He laughed but it
wasn’t the amused one from earlier. It was tense like he might lie down on top
of me any second. I hoped he would. I would get the
nearly-pulsating
orgasm that was sitting there about to happen from his touch.
I
honestly was
probably about ten strokes
away with my vibrator. I smiled imagining it, I would cum and he would get the
boot for making the first move.

He looked like he was
struggling with something and then let go of my hand. He pointed at me, “It’s
on.”

I nodded, “Great.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Excellent.”

All I could do was
pray that Tom and Leslie came up with something before school started Monday. I
didn’t need a distraction of this size.

Kiss my Brazilian butt

I was curled up in the
living room with Jane Austen’s Persuasion. Nothing cured my inability to
control myself like Austen. Except suddenly, I was seeing so much more sexual
tension than I ever had. I wasn’t sure if it was really there, or if I was so
strung out, that I was putting it in the story.

“Reading again?”

I glanced up at him as
he stalked into the room in body-hugging jeans and a tight tee shirt.

He sat with his legs
wide, “Gerry said you’re coming tonight.”

I nodded, “Yup. Where
am I going?”

He passed me a
business card, stroking his fingers down mine as he passed it to me.

I laughed, mostly
nervously. “You’re an idiot.”

He shrugged, “You want
me.” I walked into the kitchen to get something cold. I was contemplating
getting some ice to stick down my panties, when I felt him behind me. He stood
too close when I opened the fridge. He bent his face into my nape, taking a
long breath. “You smell like your run,” he muttered against my skin.

I couldn’t tell you
what was in the fridge or if I was holding anything. I took a breath and closed
my eyes, “This constitutes hitting on me.”

He licked up my neck,
sending shivers everywhere, “You taste like your run.”

I shook my head, “You
are going to lose if you touch me.”

He whispered, “We
never said a single thing about touching. We said keeping our pants on. No
flesh-to-flesh contact is what I understood it to be.”

I laughed and spun,
looking up into his face, “So you want to play the who can be sexier game, with
me?”

He grinned, “Yup.”

I frowned, “You’re
going to lose. I’m a girl.”

He cocked his head,
“You think women are sexier than men?”

Sarcasm filled my
voice, “Uhhh, yeah. Way sexier.”

He arched an eyebrow,
“Bring your A game tonight.” He bent, kissing my cheek softly.

I had felt his
erection brushing against my ass cheek, so I did the boldest thing I could and
lied
to myself it was all in the pursuit of an apartment. I
slid my hand down the bulge in his pants.

His jaw dropped. I
stroked faster and tilted my head. He made a growling noise. I wiggled my
eyebrows at him, “The sad thing is, I don’t even have to try to be sexy,
you
guys are so easy.” I gave him the wink he was always
giving me and walked past him. My heart was beating and I felt like throwing
up, but I maintained my cool.

He turned and left,
“You’re gonna pay for that one, princess.”

I desperately prayed I
would as I grabbed some ice to stuff in my drawers.

I wanted to curl back
up with my book. Instead, I showered and let my white-blonde hair go into its
natural curls. I bounced them, inspecting each one. They were wide and round. I
had coated my hair with Aloe so I prayed it would stay frizz-free. I did my
makeup far heavier than normal. Not that I’d worn it since I’d arrived, it had
been too damned humid. I pulled on a black push-up bra and a pale-yellow tank
top. My jean shorts were tight, showing my firm, runner’s ass off. It curved
perfectly. They were the ones I was going to toss out because they didn’t fit
anymore. Well, they fit tonight. I looked slutty but still not too trashy. This
was as far as I went, into the realm of slut wear. My clothes were always the
same. Winter was sweaters and jeans and
summers was
shorts and tee shirts. I didn’t do anything but respectable and casual. I knew
as a lawyer, I would have to use my female wiles, thankfully I wasn’t a lawyer
yet. I didn’t even know where my wiles were.

I gave myself a once
over and slipped on some sandals. I grinned at my mace cock and put my forty
dollars in the other pocket with my cell. I sent Gerry a message that I would
be there in fifteen. It was only five blocks to the bar. The night was warm and
alive. A few girls were walking in the same direction as me. Naturally we
grouped up. One of them smiled, “Hey, you going to the Thin Ice show?”

I nodded.

She beamed, “We are
too.”

I wasn’t one of the
popular girls in school, being a pretty girl earned me tolerance. The mean
girls accepted me into the parties, when they had to, but my people were the
Star Trek nerds. I ran home everyday to watch it. Danny made fun of me for it,
until he watched Doctor Who and decided science fiction was cool.

I smiled as I walked, thinking
about Danny. I pulled my phone out and messaged him. He’d hardly messaged me
since I’d arrived.

He was the popular
one. Being Danny’s little sister afforded me far more tolerance than my looks.

When we arrived at the
bar, the girl who had spoken to me waved as she went in, “Enjoy the show.”

I waved back, “You
too.”

The bar was huge and
open. The stage was actually kind of big, in comparison to the lame stage I
imagined it would be. Gerry waved at me from the bar. I lit up instantly and
walked over.

He plucked a curl, “I
told you.”

I fingered a different
curl, “It’s awesome. They feel so silky still.”

He pointed to me and
shouted at the bar tender, “She drinks all night on our tab.”

I waved my hands in
protest, “No, I can buy my own.”

A body pressed me into
the bar from behind, “She drinks on us; she likes cranberry lemonade and red
wine.”

The bartender looked
at me expectantly. I sighed, “Red wine, please.”

He spoke quickly,
“Shiraz is the house.”

“Perfect, thanks.” I
looked back at Lochlan, “You think getting me drunk will help you win?”

He winked at me, “Nice
bra.”

Gerry pointed at us,
“You too are a ticking time bomb.”

I smiled, “You will
tell me if he welches on this right?”

Gerry
put his hands up
,
“Keep me out of it.”
He turned and left.

Lochlan scoffed, “Says
the guy who told me we should hook up.”

I pushed back, getting
him off of me, and spun around. I took my glass of red wine and leaned against
the bar. I noticed it right away. The eyes were on me. The people were watching
the girl with Lochlan Barlow. “You’re like Elvis to these people.”

He ignored my comment
and put his hands on the bar on either side of me, “Who told you curly hair was
my weakness?”

I laughed, “Oh my God,
you have to do better than that.”

He bit his lip but
kept my gaze, “You want me to start trying? I do owe you that, after the whole
kitchen thing.”

I shook my head,
sipping the wine. It was surprisingly good.

His eyes turned funny
again, “We could just live in the apartment… together.”

I knew he was messing
with me, going for the low
blow,
commitment was girl
bait for sure. I blinked up at him, “As fuck buddies?”

He coughed and took my
wine. He took a big drink and passed it back, “That’s disgusting. How can you
drink that?”

I looked down into the
glass distastefully, “I can’t now.”

He gave me a deadly
stare, “No, not as fuck buddies, and I told you, I don’t have Hep C. Jesus. I’m
more careful than that. I have never gone bare back, I will have you know.”

I laughed mostly to
hide my disturbed expression, “All you famous types say that, and then all of a
sudden, Pamela Anderson is like OMG I have it too. It can’t be from
Tommy—no, he would never.”

He snorted, “You think
you know so much about me.”

My gaze narrowed, “I
know enough, man whore.”

He bent, kissing my
cheek again, “You don’t know shit.” He pushed off the bar and walked away from
me.

Every girl in the bar
instantly hated me.

“Great.” I walked away
and leaned against the wall in a dark corner. My glass wasn’t even empty, when
a new glass was placed in my hand. I noticed a bouncer eyeballing me from the
side of the wall where I was. I frowned at him but he maintained his stern
look. His eyes darted around me. He looked like he might walk over to me, but
stopped when a girl poked me in the arm. “You could have said you were dating
him. We wouldn’t have cared.”

I looked up to see one
of the girls I had walked there with. “Hey. I’m not dating him. He’s my roomie.
It’s complicated.”

The pretty brunette
put a hand out, “Lise. This is Jenny and this is Monica.”

I gave a subtle wave,
“Hi.”

The tall blonde,
Monica, pointed to a table, “That’s our table. Wanna come sit?”

I nodded, “Sure,” and
followed them over to sit.

Lise giggled, “Looked
like you were dating.”

I put my wine to my
lips and sighed, “No. It’s so much worse. He’s him, ya know? He’s the lead
singer.”

Her eyes looked sad,
“That sucks and you really like him?”

A frown crossed my
lips and turned to a pout, before I could even negotiate my feelings. “No.”

Her light-brown eyes
glistened, “You do. I can tell. If it makes you feel better, every girl likes
him. He’s here with every girl.” She looked around.

I followed her gaze
and saw it. He really was. Every girl was waiting for that moment the band took
the stage. That made me feel dirty and my outfit didn’t help.

“What kind of music is
it?” I asked.

The other girls
laughed, “You don’t know? You never heard him sing before?”

I shook my head. How
had I not
even
Googled him? It was because I thought
it was a joke. I thought he was a joke.

The blonde raised her
eyebrows, “You’re in for a show.”

We sat and waited.
They talked and I people watched. I knew I was awkward with them. I didn’t care
though. I was stunned by the fact he was someone, not just my annoying
roommate.

The lights dimmed even
more than they already were and the stage lights came on. The band walked out
together. He searched the crowd until he came to my face at the table. He
winked and gave me his one-sided grin. I didn’t even know the crowd had erupted
into something equaling complete chaos. All I saw was
him
.
He seemed uneasy until he positioned the guitar in his hands. He strummed at it
a few soft notes before he opened his mouth.