Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys #2) (7 page)

Eve

Nikki: we’re going clubbing tonight, wear something sexy

Eve:...I don’t really know how to dance

Nikki: Lol. see you in an hour

              In spite of the nervous butterflies in my stomach I can’t keep the smile off my face at the idea of going out dancing with my friends. I’d imagined scenarios like this for years and I almost wonder if I’ve hit my head and this whole thing has been a wonderful coma dream.

              The image of Asher’s lips quirked up in a smile makes my toes tingle and my stomach dance.

Eve: You free tonight?

Asher: That depends what you have in mind ;)

Eve: clubbing with the girls. It’d be more fun with you there

Asher: I’m in, see you soon

Yeah, this is definitely a coma dream. And, I hope I never wake up.

Asher

              “Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Dex asks suspiciously when I jump off the couch as soon as I get Eve’s text message.

“Clubbing with Eve and the girls.”

“Oh yeah? You think Remy’ll be there?” Dex attempts to sound casual but fails miserably.

Poor guy’s got it just as bad as I do.

              “I would assume so.” I shrug before heading down the hallway to my room so I can get some clean clothes on.

              “Don’t leave without me,” Dex calls out.

I chuckle to myself and shake my head.

              Thirty minutes later we’re standing outside Eve’s dorm room waiting for the door to open.

              “Be right there,” Eve’s voice rings out.

I grin and tug my lip ring between my teeth imagining Eve in a tight little skirt, grinding against me on the dance floor. And, then I have to discretely adjust my erection. Dex gives me a knowing smile and shakes his head. I shoot him the finger without comment.

              The door finally opens and Eve stands there in a pair of skintight black pants, a red strapless shirt that pushes her tits up to her neck, and a pair of red fuck me heels. My mouth goes instantly dry as I stand silently staring at her until she begins to fidget under my gaze, tucking her dirty blond hair behind her ear and shifting her weight.

              “What in gods name are you wearing?” I ask hoarsely.

Eve glances down at her outfit and tugs at the bottom of the shirt until her tits actually almost pop out the top. I suck in a sharp breath and Dex is silently shaking with laughter beside me and trying to cover it with a cough.

“Um...it’s a corset. Hadley convinced me to buy it. Does it look bad? I didn’t know what to wear clubbing.”

              “No, it definitely doesn’t look bad.”

I look her up and down once more before taking a steadying breath.

              “You look gorgeous. I’m just worried I’m going to be beating guys off you with a stick all night.”

              A beautiful blush creeps into her cheeks. My hands itch to reach out and grab her around the waist so I can haul her against me and kiss the shit out of those sweet pink lips of hers.

“You ready to go?” Dex asks, interrupting my wildly inappropriate thoughts.

              Eve nods and steps out of her dorm, closing the door behind her. For some reason I expect her to walk like a newborn giraffe in those shoes. But, to my surprise, and extreme turn on, she walks with ease and confidence like she’s on a goddamn runway. I’m sure Dex thinks I look like a total idiot panting after Eve like a lovesick fool. I’m not sure if I have the energy to care.

              “So, the boyfriend doesn’t mind you going to the club without him?” I’m sure the jealousy comes across in my tone, and I know I shouldn’t be shit stirring. But, I’m only human, give me a break.

              Eve shrugs.

“I didn’t tell him. I don’t think he’d be into it, but he’s not the boss of me.”

A sliver of hope dares to shine through at her words. Could it be that the boyfriend may not be around that much longer?

              Get your shit together Asher, even if she’s single she’s too good for you
. I mentally scold myself.

Eve

              The pulsing beats of the music pound through my chest making my entire body feel like it’s vibrating. The moment we stepped into the club I felt like I was in an alternate universe filled with sweaty, writhing bodies and hypnotic bass.

              Asher has a firm grasp on my elbow to guide me through the crowd on the outskirts of the dance floor. He leans close to me and I shiver as his hot breath tickles my ear.

              “I see everybody at a booth to the left of the dance floor.”

I nod and head in the direction he suggested. Sure enough Abby, Ethan, Lee, Nikki, and Remy are waiting for us in a booth, with a tray full of shots in front of them.

              “Dayum girl, you look fucking hot!” Nikki exclaims, jumping up from her seat on the outside of the booth and pulling me into a sloppy hug.

              “I see you’re already a few drinks in.”

              “Oh, yeah. But, we just ordered some very special shots for you to take with us.”

              I slide into the booth next to Nikki. Asher slides in beside me and Dex makes his way to the other side of the half circle bench to squeeze in next to Remy.

“Here, Eve,” Abby slides a shot in my direction and then slides identical ones in front of Nikki, Lee, and Remy. “It’s called a blowjob and you have to take it without using your hands.”

My mouth drops open and my cheeks burn. Is she messing with me?

“I’ll show you,” Remy offers before winking at Dex. She puts her hands behind her back and leans forward to wrap her lips around the shot glass. She tosses the drink back expertly and then carefully sets the glass back on the table and slowly licks her lips, keeping her eyes trained on Dex the entire time.

              I nod resolutely and then put my hands behind my back. I feel Asher’s gaze on me as I wrap my lips around the shot glass and then toss my head back. The sweet liquid slides easily down my throat with a gentle burn in its wake. I set the glass back down and then lick the remnants of whipped cream off my lips and I swear I hear a soft groan from Asher. I look over at him and he’s worrying his lip rings. My lower abdomen knots with the overwhelming desire to lean forward and flick my tongue against the silver hoop.

              “Hey, Asher, I got you a special shot,” Abby announces with an evil gleam in her eye.

Asher raises a curious eyebrow as he reaches for the drink she pushed his way.

              “What is it?” He asks studying the drink.

“It’s called Angel’s tits.”

              My face flames even hotter than it did when she explained the blow job shot. Asher sputters out a laugh but then lifts his glass and looks around at everyone.

“A shot without a toast is like sex without foreplay, so here it goes.”

Everyone reaches for another shot and Asher’s gaze remains trained on me.

              “Here’s to women’s panties, not the best thing on earth but close to it,” Asher declares before shooting me a playful wink and downing his shot.

“Here, here,” Nikki shouts enthusiastically.

              We all laugh and down our drinks.

              When I set my glass down Asher’s eyes are on me again. My head is already starting to swim a little from just the two shots, or maybe it’s the way Asher’s looking at me.

              “How did the Angel’s tits taste?” I ask boldly.

Asher’s blue eyes simmer with liquid heat. A zing of excitement travels through my body and settles between my thighs. He leans close and I can smell the sweet alcohol on his breath.

“Fucking delicious,” He leans back and appraises me. “Let’s dance.”

              “I don’t know how to dance,” I admit reluctantly.

Asher grabs another shot and passes me another as well. Once we’ve downed them he grabs my hand and leads me out into the sea of writhing bodies until he finds a spot he likes. Asher spins me around and pulls me up against him so my back is flush against his front.

              “Dancing is easy, it’s like fucking. Your body already knows what to do, so don’t over think it.”

              My heart pounds at our close proximity and his searing words. His hips begin to move to the beat and I do as he said, I try not to over think. I close my eyes and follow his smooth movements. His grip on my hips tightens and I swear I feel something long and hard grinding against my butt. But, it can’t be what I think it is. Can it?

“See, you can dance.”

              I smile and tilt my head back, resting it against his shoulder while I continue to move my hips against his in time with the beat.

              “Eve,”

My name on his lips is barely more than a whisper but the tone of his voice makes my nipples tighten against the fabric of my corset and my legs shake. What is this man doing to me?

“Eve!” Nikki’s loud voice breaks the trance and I swear I hear Asher curse under his breath. “Come dance with us.”

Without waiting for an answer Nikki grabs my arm and pulls me towards Her, Lee, Remy, and Abby all dancing wildly to the music. I turn to look back at Asher, but he’s already gone.

I groan in pain as I blink awake and realize that it feels like I’ve got a jackhammer inside my head. I attempt to roll over to check the time and my stomach roils violently.

“Oh god,” I groan, putting a hand over my mouth in an attempt to stifle the vomit rising in my throat.

              “Asher left a garbage can by your bed for you to puke in,” Hadley informs me sympathetically.

              I spot the can and pull it to my face before emptying the contents of my stomach into it.

As soon as my stomach starts to settle I look down and realize I have absolutely no memory of how I got home, let alone how I managed to get out of my club clothes and into my pajamas.

              “Did Asher carry me in?”

              “Yeah, he was so sweet.”

              “Did he...uh…”

              “Change your clothes?” Hadley finishes my sentence for me. “No, I changed you.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief. If Asher ever does see me naked I’d rather be conscious for it.

My head continues to pound and the idea of getting out of bed sounds terrible. Luckily the only class I have today is one I can skip because the professor always posts a video of the lecture.

“Welcome to your first hangover darling. Stay in bed, drink plenty of water, and if I know Asher he’ll be over later with some hangover food for you.”

Hadley was right. At around four in the afternoon Asher shows up with greasy burgers and fries that smell like heaven and do wonders for settling my stomach and easing my headache.

              “Scoot over and let me in,” He nudges my legs over and climbs into my bed next to me.

Asher pulls me against himself and inhales deeply.

“Did you just sniff me?”

“Um...no?”

Suddenly it occurs to me I didn’t shower today.

“Do I smell bad?”

“No,” He answers with a hint of sad resignation in his voice.

“Okay then weirdo, if you’re done sniffing me can we find something to watch?”

“Sure thing, Angel.”

              “By the way, thanks for getting me home last night. I don’t remember anything after you and I danced together.”

“Yeah, the girls kept your drinks flowing. I’m not surprised you don’t remember much.”

“Well, I
think
I had a fun time.”

              “Welcome to drinking.”

Eve

“We’re going to a prayer rally tomorrow night,” Brahm informs me.

It rankles me that it’s a statement rather than a question. What if I have plans for tomorrow night?

“I actually think I’m having a girls night tomorrow night,” I lie, more to test the waters than anything.

He frowns at me.

              “I don’t think so Eve,” He says firmly.

I don’t know why but his words make me feel demeaned and less than him. I suddenly imagine what Abby would say to a guy like this, and that thought empowers me.

              “I wasn’t asking Brahm, I’m going to hang out with my friends.”

Brahms gaze turns dark and his frown deepens.

“I have to tell you, you keep pretty questionable company. You really think you bring glory to the Lord by hanging around with a couple of lesbians and a woman who doesn’t know her place? And, don’t even get me started on the Godless men they keep company with,” He scoffs.

My blood boils. Those people took me in as a friend, no questions asked. They’ve patiently tried to teach me about living in the real world, while at the same time giving me the gift of friendship. Not to mention the fact that Ethan and Abby took a chance on me by hiring me to work in their fledgling bar even though I had no experience.

“You need to leave. We’re through here,” I say calmly as I walk to the door and hold it open for him.

              “No Eve, I’m not going to let you walk away like this. I need you to talk to me,” He insists, grabbing my arm and squeezing it hard.

              “Stop, that hurts,” I protest.

His grip tightens further and I cry out.

“Tell me you didn’t mean it,” He commands through gritted teeth.

              “Go fuck yourself,” I spew, surprising both Brahm and myself.  

“Nice language, no doubt a reflection of the company you keep.” He huffs as he finally storms out.

I slam the door closed and breathe a sigh of relief. I know you’re supposed to be sad after a breakup, but I just feel like a weight has been lifted.

My phone buzzes.

Asher: Hey Angel, up to anything tonight?

Eve: well I was supposed to do something with Brahm, but I decided to dump him instead.

Asher: I’m sorry...hang tight I’ll be over in a few

              My heart gives a little squeeze at the fact that Asher is willing to just rush over here at a moments notice because he’s worried I might be upset. He’s a good guy, a better guy than Brahm that’s for sure.

              “So do you want to talk about it?” Asher asks as we lounge on my bed with some quiet music playing from his Ipod.

“Not much to talk about. I mean it was no great love affair. He was getting really pushy with me. And, even though I don’t know much about dating, I do know that I don't like someone talking down to me like he has the right to make my decisions for me.”

              “Good girl,” He says with a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

The words should be condescending but his tone is nothing but proud.

              “I even used the f-word when I broke up with him,” I admit with a laugh.

Asher barks out a laugh as well.

              “I never noticed until I started hanging around you, how much I actually swear.”

              “I don’t mind, I think I’m picking a few things up. The next time I spill my coffee I’ll be able to let loose a string of curses worthy of a truck driver,” I joke.

“Can I ask you something?” Asher asks hesitantly.

“Of course.”

“Why were you dating that dull, ass clown to begin with?” His tone holds reservation, like he’s not sure he actually wants to know the answer.

I shrug and sigh.

“I think because it was comfortable. He was a tricycle.”

Asher’s eyebrows go up in confusion.

“A tricycle?”

“Yeah, you know safe to learn on,” I explain with a laugh. “I have no experience so I can’t just jump on a mountain bike, I need to start on a tricycle. Even if the mountain bike is…sexy.”

Lust flashes through his eyes and I blush. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Where did you come up with all that?”

“The girls. They told me that I needed to watch out for you because you’re a mountain bike and I need a tricycle.”

His expression darkens somewhat. But, he doesn’t look surprised to hear I was warned away from him.

“They’re probably right,” He sighs.

“But, the problem is I don’t want to be stuck with the safe choice. I had fun playing beer pong and getting drunk with you. Maybe, I want to be touched by a man who knows what he’s doing.”

The energy between us feels charged with electricity. Asher swallows hard and moves a few inches away from me.

“Sometimes I can’t believe all the things you haven’t experienced.”

“Want to tell me a dirty joke?” I ask hopefully.

His midnight blue eyes go bright with mischief. He pauses for a minute while he tries to think of a joke to tell me.

              “Okay, I’ve got it,” He says rolling onto his side so that he’s facing me.

I mimick his movement so we’re facing each other on my bed with only a few inches of space between us. Heat licks at my skin and I have the crazy urge to kiss him.

              “So this guy decides to get his girlfriend’s name tattooed on his junk. The guy goes to the tattoo parlor and tells the artist that he wants “Wendy” tattooed on his dick. He gets the tattoo and it turns out that when his dick isn’t hard the only visible letters are W and Y. One day he goes to use a public restroom and ends up at a urinal next to a black gentleman. He looks over and notices that guy also has the letters W and Y on his junk. So the guy asks ‘is your girlfriend named Wendy too?’ And the black guy says ‘no, it says Welcome to Jamaica and have a nice day’.”

I blush bright red and bust out laughing. As my laughter dies down our eyes meet and we both go still. He runs his tongue along his lower lip and my breath hitches.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks as I stare mesmerized at his lips.

“Of course, Angel.”

“Do you...I mean...How much...uh…” I stammer desperately over my words.

“Spit it out, Angel.” Asher’s mouth quirks up in a grin.

His hand reaches out and ghosts along my hip, lighting a fire in its wake.

“Is it normal to think a lot about sex?” I finally ask in a rush.

Asher’s deep blue eyes smolder.

“Define ‘a lot’.”

“Constantly,” I whisper breathlessly.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart.”

              Every cell in my body demands that I lean forward and taste his lips. He leans in a fraction of an inch and I can’t resist a second longer. I close the gap between us and tentatively brush my lips against his. A jolt of electricity runs through my body at the brief contact.

The problem is, I don’t know where to go from here. Just as I’m about to pull back and wallow in humiliation Asher moves a hand to the back of my head and presses his lips more firmly to mine.

He tangles his fingers in my hair. I feel his tongue run against the seam of my lips and I part them to allow him access.
Oh my gosh, I’m actually making out with a guy
. And, not just any freaking guy, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.

My tongue brushes his lip ring and I try to remember what Hadley told me to do with it.
Lick it, suck it, bite it.
God she’d better be right. I tongue the small hoop tentatively and then suck it into my mouth grazing my teeth gently along it. I could drown in the taste of his lips. Asher moans into my mouth and I make a mental note to thank Hadley. I take his tongue deep into my mouth and I can feel his touch throughout my entire body, especially my tingly lady parts. I move my hands up under his shirt and graze the tight muscles of his stomach.

              Asher pulls back and I let out an involuntary whimper. He chuckles and then pulls his shirt over his head before hungrily claiming my lips again.

He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. I meet his tongue with mine and push against it roughly. I hook my arms around his neck and do my best to pull him even closer, feeling that it’s impossible to get as close as I want to be. Asher's fingers graze the skin on my lower stomach sending a shiver through me. He moves his hand slowly south and begins toying with the button on my jeans. My muscles tense and I pull back sharply.

“No, stop,” I gasp nervously.

He looks down at me with concern. He’s breathing hard and his hair is disheveled, a thrill zings through me at the knowledge that I did that to him.

              “Stop completely or just don’t take this any further?” He asks breathlessly.

I know I should say ‘stop completely’. I know everyone told me that messing with Asher is like playing with fire. But, right now I don’t care how badly I get burned.

              “No further,” I say finally before crashing my lips back into his.

I run my tongue along his lip ring again, toying with it until I elicit a moan from him.

“Fuck, I thought you were inexperienced Angel,” He mutters as he kisses his way down my jaw and then along my neck.

              “I...I am. This is my…ooh,” I gasp as he gently grazes my neck with his teeth.

Oh yeah, he really knows how to get my lady parts all revved up.

              “Your what?” He asks pulling back to look down at me.

              “First kiss,” I admit blushing furiously.

Asher’s eyebrows jump up and his lips part slightly.

“You’re joking.”

I shake my head ‘no’ and blush furiously. Well, that was fun while it lasted, now I’m just the weird girl who has no experience. He’s not going to want to continue this.

His eyes glaze with a desperate, hungry look. He kisses me again, gently at first and then more intensely.

We kiss until my lips are sore. And then, we lay facing each other with our legs tangled together and Asher’s shirt still discarded somewhere. I run my fingers along a tattoo across his chest that looks like a bunch of molecules.

“What does it mean?” I ask.

“It’s spells out ‘I am star stuff’ in amino acids that the human body is made of,” He explains.

“Just like you told me at the planetarium.”

He kisses gently along my jaw again and I snuggle into his chest. He strokes my hair tenderly.

“This is one of those moments that’s so perfect it makes you a little sad because you know it has to end eventually,” I murmur against his chest.

“I couldn’t agree more Angel,” He whispers, as if he speaks too loudly it’ll ruin the moment. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For letting me be your first kiss,” He says with a painful honesty in his voice.

Asher

Eve snores quietly in my arms and my chest actually hurts at how beautiful she is. Her hair's a mess and her lips are swollen. A sense of primal male pride fills me knowing that I did those things to her. I can think of a hell of a lot of other things I’d like to do to her, too. My dick swells at the thought. I’ve been hard as steel since the moment we lay facing each other, right before the kiss.

How the fuck did I get so damn lucky to be her first kiss? I know she had strict parents and everything but she’s been dating that doucherocket for a month. I figured they had to be fooling around. I guess I just can’t figure out, why me?

I probably shouldn’t let myself get too excited, she’s only slumming, it after all. She just broke up with Preppy Mcdouchebag, and I’m nothing more than a momentary lapse in judgment. I’m the exciting bad boy who she can forget to be herself around.

I think I deflowered at least half the girls in my high school graduating class. But, as soon as they realized I looked way better in the back seat of a car than I do going home to meet mom and dad, suddenly they’re dating some jock and pretending that they still have their v-card.

But, hell, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy whatever the hell this is with Eve, until she comes to her senses. There’s no way in hell I’m going to take her virginity though, not unless it means something more than just a dirty secret we share.