Shut Out (15 page)

She ignores me and continues to caress Jacob. “Wow, your abs are amazing.”

“Thanks.”

He's not moving away, just grinning at her.

“How'd you do on that STURB test?” Blink, blink. Rub.

“Uh…good. Hey, Julie, have you met my girlfriend, Skylar?”

Julie flicks a glance my way. Her lips twist up.

I insert myself between her and Jacob and wrap my arms around his waist. “Hi, Julie. Nice to meet you.” I give her a big phony smile.

She rolls her eyes, but shrugs and leaves.

“She's in one of your engineering classes?”

Jacob lets out a breath and hugs me. “Yeah.”

I give him a wry smile. “You're welcome. Every girl on campus is going to hate me by the end of this year.”

“Oh, come on. Not
every
girl.”

I make a choking noise. “I can't believe you're admitting that.”

He laughs.

Skimpy costumes abound at this party, and I guess I can't talk since I'm wearing a grass skirt and bikini top. But these girls keep coming on to Jacob and it's pissing me off. I'm not in my comfort zone having to be a badass bitch. I'd rather be making friends with them. Well, some of them.

“I'm hungry. Let's find some food.”

There's a big table in the dining room loaded with food, some of it disgusting-looking. We pick up mini pizzas, the cheese and two olives making them resemble mummy faces, but I pass on something that looks like intestines and move to chips and dip in a small, hollowed-out pumpkin.

I run into a few people I know from classes and introduce Jacob. The guys get into a hockey discussion. It should be boring, because I don't really know much about hockey, except I'm fascinated listening to Jacob talk about it. He's so knowledgeable and well-spoken, and these guys are hanging on his every word.

“I have to say the DeWitt Center is pretty awesome.” He smiles. “I mean, it's the fans. They're great. Really makes it a crazy, noisy environment. That gives us a huge boost and I think it's intimidating for other teams to play here.”

Jacob leaves to use the bathroom, and I talk to Portia about one of our profs.

“I didn't even want to take this course,” Portia says. “But I had him last year, and omigod, he makes everything so much more interesting. He's so brilliant and funny. I felt crazy signing up for his class just because it was him teaching it, but I'm so glad I did.”

Jeez, she sounds like she's in love with him. “He is good,” I admit. But nothing is going to make me love quantum mechanics.

“One of my mentors told me that you take a course for who's teaching it, because the prof is what makes or breaks a class.”

“But you can't pick every course because of who teaches it. I mean, you have to meet certain requirements, right?”

“Well, yeah, but if there's a choice…go for the good prof.”

Good teachers are important. Could I really do that?

I ponder this for a moment, then…uh-oh. Jacob has been gone awhile…I hope he hasn't been waylaid by some girls. Although he wasn't trying all that hard to get away from Julie earlier.

Oh my God, now I'm thinking like he is, that every girl is after him.

“Hey, Skylar.”

I turn to see Justin from my psych class. I smile at him. We've sat next to each other a few times and he's really funny. “Hi, Justin. How are you?”

“Great.”

“I like the costume.”

He looks down at his police uniform. “Not very original, but it works.” He moves closer. “
Your
costume's awesome.” His gaze moves down over my boobs and then he touches one of the leis. “Should I make a bad joke about wanting to get laid?”

“Not if you want to walk out of here on unbroken legs.”

Justin's head whips around to see Jacob standing behind him, all big and tall. Jacob lifts one eyebrow and stares him down. I blink and my hand goes to my throat. Whoa.

“Just a joke, man.” Justin frowns. He glances at me questioningly.

“Uh, this is my boyfriend.” I nearly choke on the word. “Jacob Flass. Justin's in my Research Methods class.”

Jacob lifts his chin and narrows his eyes.

“Uh, yeah, good to meet you, man.” Justin shoots me a regretful grimace. “See you around, Skylar.”

“Yeah. See you.”

Justin vanishes.

I glare at Jacob. “What the hell was that?”

“What?” He frowns at me. “I was protecting you.”

“I don't need protecting.”

His lips thin. “Are you saying you're interested in that guy?”

His rudeness and overbearing attitude annoy me for some reason and what comes out of my mouth next is probably not well thought out. “Maybe I am.”

I suck in air between my teeth at Skylar's response.

She glares at me. “You didn't need to be rude to him. He's a friend.”

Blood runs hot through my veins and I have to relax my hands. Okay, okay, I know Skylar's not really my girlfriend. But she can't be flirting with others guys when I'm not around. We both agreed we wouldn't do that.

Which in no way explains the magnitude of my anger.

He had his eyes all over her and he was touching her. Touching her lei anyway, and making a dirty joke about it, and she might be interested in him, and…fuck.

I'm fucking jealous.

I shake my head. What. The. Hell.

“Where were you for so long, anyway?” She lifts her chin. “With one of the many girls stalking you?”

I shake my head. “For Chrissake, no.”

“You didn't seem too upset about Julie feeling up your abs.”

She's jealous too. And being jealous and angry is not conducive to having a calm, rational conversation. Because I was about to throw down something that couldn't be taken back. I was about to ask her if she wants out of this deal. And I'm too afraid to hear her answer to ask that question.

“Let's go.”

“What?”

“Let's go.” I take hold of her arm. “We're not having this discussion right here and now.”

She starts to argue with me, but then she huffs out a huge, long-suffering sigh. “Fine.”

My anger is fading already. I can have a quick temper, but it's usually over just as quickly. Drop the gloves, land a few punches, get it all out, and then it's done.

I'm talking hockey, of course. I am
not
going to punch Skylar. But the testosterone and adrenaline and possessiveness pumping through me definitely make me want to do something else to her.

The drive home is silent, the air in my truck thick. Once we get back to her place and we're inside, she tosses her coat over a chair and turns to face me, arms crossed, hip cocked, lips pouting. “Okay,” she says. “What was that?”

“I was rude. You're right. I apologize.”

She blinks and her arms drop to her sides. Then she plants her hands on her hips. And damn, she's so goddamn gorgeous, bare legs beneath that ridiculous grass skirt, the smooth curves of her torso in the bikini top, her long hair flowing down her bare back. Christ. My dick stands up and salutes her beauty. I wish we were on a beach in Hawaii and I could stretch out on the sand next to her in that tiny pink bikini and rub coconut-scented sunscreen over every inch of her body and then…

“Jacob?”

I blink. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Fantasizing about doing you on a tropical beach.”

Her eyes go wide, then hazy. “Oh.”

We stare at each other, and the air goes electric around us. The backs of my thighs tingle and my dick hurts. Then she's in my arms and our mouths are fused.

“Damn.” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth, then her top lip. She moans and we kiss again, openmouthed, tongues sliding. She's plastered against me, arms wrapped around me, mouth devouring mine, and I'm devouring her back. “Damn, baby.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

My mouth twitches but I comply. We need to talk, but hell, I'd way rather do this.

I back her up against the wall and slap my hands on either side of her head, pressing my hips into hers. She moans into my mouth and her hands slip under my shirt to my bare skin.

“You know what should happen now?”

She licks her bottom lip and looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fucking? A blow job?”

“Aaaah.” I groan and kiss her again, fast and hard, my dick twitching at two of my favorite words. “Okay, that wasn't what I was thinking, but now that you say it, hell yeah.”

She gives a breathy laugh. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking you should totally do a hula dance for me.”

“Oh. Hmm. I'm not sure I know how to do one.”

I step back and spin her around like I did earlier, then release her. “Okay, baby, bust a move.”

She giggles, and damn me if she doesn't start swaying her hips in a graceful rhythm. She moves her arms and it looks pretty good to me. Except, hey, she's moving away from me, across the room…I smile and follow her and she turns her back on me and gives her ass a twitch, shaking that grass skirt, and it damn near sends me to my knees.

I pick up speed to catch up to her, but she casts a flirty look over her shoulder, then breaks into a run toward the stairs.

Hell yeah, I chase her.

She gets onto the first step when I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her right off her feet. We're both laughing, and fuck, I'm turned on as hell.

“Where do you think you're going?” I growl into her ear.

“My bedroom.”

I nuzzle her hair and bring one forearm up right under her lush tits. “You made my dick so hard it hurts.”

“I'm sorry?”

I give a low laugh and catch her earlobe in my lips. “No you're not, you little tease. Damn, that was hot.”

She grinds her ass back against me. “Okay, that's it. Now you get that fucking.”

“Finally.”

We both laugh again as I carry her up the stairs.

I don't think I've ever laughed so much with a stiffy as I have with Skylar.

I kick her bedroom door shut and lower her feet to the floor. She immediately turns in my arms and plasters herself against me again. Goddamn, I love how hot she is for me.

She runs her hands up over my chest.

“You were jealous when Julie was touching me earlier, weren't you?”

She pauses. “Okay, yes.” Then she narrows her eyes. “You can wipe that shit-eating grin off your face.”

I bark out a laugh. “S'okay, baby. I admit I was jealous too when Dustin was all over you.”

“Justin.”

“Whatever.”

It occurs to me that we really shouldn't be jealous of each other since this is just an arrangement, but that thought burns to a crisp in my brain with an audible sizzle as Skylar goes down on her knees in front of me.

“Whoa, baby.”

She's working open my shorts, but she needs to be careful or my wang is gonna hit her right in the face. I'm as hard as a fucking goalpost.

Her soft little hands are on me then, my baggy shorts dropping to the floor, my boxers down around my thighs.

“Oh yeah.” Her breathless words sound admiring. I swell even more in her hand. “Your cock is so beautiful, Jacob.”

I should make some smart-ass comment, but I can't even speak.

“Seriously. So big.” She gives me a long, slow stroke. “So hard. Smooth here.” She kisses the tip.

“Ungh.” I slide my hands into her hair. “Baby…can we do this lying down?”

She peers up at me, eyes big. “Sure…”

I haul her up and steer her over to the bed. I ditch my boxers and shirt, then leap onto the bed and stretch out.

She regards me with amusement. “You're keeping those on?” She gestures at the flowery garlands still around my neck.

I'm sure I look ridiculous. “Yeah.”

Her lips twitch. “Okay. Whatever trips your trigger.”

I snort-laugh. “Oh baby, you have no idea. Get over here.”

Still wearing her grass skirt and leis, she climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs. She reaches for me and strokes. My dick is a throbbing spike in her hand and lust pulses in my balls.

Then, sweet baby Jesus, she bends forward and her long gold hair falls all around her face and my cock. It tickles my thighs and I can't stop the groan that climbs my throat. “Oh fuck yeah.”

Her mouth around me is hot and silky, her tongue agile and slick. But the visual…dear God, her hair all over me, swishing across my belly…damn. It's my hottest spank-bank fantasy come to life and it's even better than when I imagined it.

Hoping she's okay with this, I reach for her hair and pull it all around and over one shoulder. With her lips still wrapped around my aching dick, she peers up at me. I take her hair and rub it over my shaft. Another groan escapes me.

She drops fascinated eyes to my hand holding her hair. “You like that?” she whispers.

“Fuck yeah. I've been fantasizing about your hair since the night we met.”

“Oooh.” She squeezes her thighs together. “Here. Let me.”

She slides a hand down the tail of hair I have gathered up and I let go. Leaning closer, she wraps her hair around my dick and then slides it up and down.

“Fuuuuuuuck.”

The fingers of her other hand tickle my balls, nearly blowing the top of my head off. My thighs spread even wider and she caresses my sack, which is pulled up tight beneath my shaft.

She has to make an adjustment to the hair, then she's stroking me with it again. Sensation wraps around my cock, pleasure licking over every nerve ending in my body like flames.

She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip and looks up at me again. “How's that?”

“So hot. Dying here, babe.”

“Good. I like doing this do you.” She leans down to kiss my lower belly, right above my pubes. Jesus.

“If you like my hair on your dick, what about my breasts?”

I can't breathe. My lungs have seized up completely. My head spins.

“I've never done it, but I've heard…”

“Fuck yeah.” My vocabulary is seriously limited right now. But I think I'm getting my feelings across.

She quickly shifts onto her butt and reaches behind her for the fastener of her bikini top. Then her tits spill out, so perfect and round, her nipples hard little points. I'm panting like a dog in a heat wave.

She lies back, pulling the leis to one side. “Come here,” she invites me in a throaty voice. “Come fuck my tits.”

I could weep I'm so overcome. My dick leaps up eagerly and I shove up and knee walk until I'm straddling her body. She pushes those sweet mounds together and I slide my cock between them.

“Mmm. Too dry.” She waves a hand at the bedside table.

I well know there's a bottle of lube in there, which we don't use often, but she once gave me a most awesome hand job using it, which made it fantastically…fantastic. I grab it and squeeze some onto my dick, watching her watch me, her lips parted, a pulse fluttering wildly in her throat.

“There we go.” I toss the bottle aside and stroke myself, getting my dick all nice and lubed up. Then I resume the position and slide between her tits.

Again, it feels a-fucking-mazing, but it's the visual that makes it extra hot, like our own porn movie, up close and personal. Then our eyes meet and the intensity makes my brain short circuit. The fact that she loves this as much as I do is enough to make me worship her for the rest of my life.

“I'm gonna come,” I gasp, my ass tightening, my balls squeezing. “You want me to stop?”

“No. Do it. Come on my tits.”

Jesus Christ. The words alone send me over. I hold my cock, my vision going dark, a roaring in my ears. I vaguely hear her murmurs of pleasure and the words “Oh my God,” but my heart is hammering, my blood pounding in my veins. Pleasure races up my spine, burning through my chest, and my cock surges as I come in violent, wrenching spasms.

When I can pry my eyelids open, I gaze down at my come on her gorgeous chest. I swallow hard. It's so dirty and hot, and when she trails her fingers through it and then licks it off, I can't even…I groan and collapse, resting my head on her belly, trying to wrap my arms around her hips. “You're the best girlfriend in the world.”

“Fake girlfriend.”

What the fuck ever.

I try to catch my breath. A while later I say, “Sorry.”

She strokes my hair. “What for?”

“Ladies come first.”

She laughs. “Such a gentleman.”

I lift my head. “I
am.
”

Her smile softens. “I know you are.”

“I just…you got me all horned up with that hula dance, and then down on your knees, and then your hair…” My voice cracks embarrassingly, and I cough. “And then…”

“Yeah.” Her fingers slip through my hair. “I know you'll make it up to me. Because if we're keeping an orgasm score, I'm winning.”

I huff out a laugh and lay my head back down. Her fingers feel so nice smoothing my hair. “You know I will, baby. Just give me a minute.”

I could almost fall asleep, but then again that sweet pussy is so near my face. I have to get her out of her clothes. She's topless…but maybe I should clean her up first. Yeah, that's a good idea.

“Be right back.” I drag my ass off the bed and jog across the hall to the bathroom. I'm in the hall and naked when it strikes me this might be dangerous. I'm wearing nothing but flowered garlands draped around my neck. But no one else is around. I grab a washcloth and run some warm water over it, then return to the bedroom with it and a towel. She's still a sexy topless hula dancer wearing a sultry smile and my semen. Hot.

I slowly drag the cloth over her breasts, between them, under them, cleaning her all off. Her nipples contract even harder and tiny goosebumps raise up on her smooth, wet flesh. “You're cold. Better dry you off.” I use the towel, but after that I can't resist touching her more, shaping and squeezing those exquisite tits. “So beautiful. Look at you.” I lean down to suck on a nipple. Her abs tighten. I give a firm tug and she shudders, holding my shoulders. “Like that?”

“I love it.” She moans and her legs move restlessly.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her nipple against my tongue, then nip at it with my teeth. I move to the other one while my fingers toy with the first wet nipple, pinching and tugging it. Her whimpers increase in tempo and her hips are lifting.

“Does that sweet pussy need some attention?” I lick her nipple.

“Yes. Please. It hurts…”

“I made your pussy hurt, baby?”