I heard Maggie's laugh before I saw her and Sandra round the corner. Company. Brilliant. I knew what she was doing here. Maggie will give me the creepy silent 411 with her eyes-thing she does.Ignoring my best friend of a lifetime, I focused on Sandra. If I was going to fake date someone, then fuck me, I choose a gem with her. Her figure was obvious even in a denim skirt and simple shirt - she was not skinny and she was not overly curvy. She had a perfect mixture of toned muscle and curve that had me itching to run my hands across every inch of her bare skin. That kiss last night didn't help matters. I felt that damn body against me.Shaking off my x-rated thoughts, I grinned at her when she stopped in front of me. She smiled at me, and I bent down slowly, cupping her head and capturing her soft lips with mine. One of her hands rested on my waist to steady her, and the other gripped the arm holding her. She responded to the kiss almost eagerly, and I was in no hurry to pull away.This
“The whole 'do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?' line was magic, Sandra. Pure freakin' magic.” Maggie laughed across the room. I paused, my mascara wand suspended in mid-air and smiled at her through the mirror. I was glad she was thinking about the plan, because I was not.I was too preoccupied with how I felt when he was touching me.When he did the hand on thigh move earlier I wanted to castrate him. Really, I wanted to rip off his gentlemanly parts and rub them against a cheese grater. Repeatedly. When he started rubbing my leg, I wanted to punch him, yet when he took his hand away I wanted to grab it and demand he left it there.That thought made me feel slightly ill. I wanted Jack to touch me, and when he did I enjoyed it. I damn well enjoyed that innocently sexy move he did with the pad of his thumb against the inside of my leg. This plan was getting dangerous.It was a week in and already I could feel a little crack against my attraction to him. Yeah, the same attra
I learned three things last night.One, Sandra fit in my arms perfectly. Two, I wanted to fuck her, badly. Like, really fuckin' badly. And three, her hair smelled like apples.It had been nine days since Josh and Austin challenged me to make Sandra fall in love with me, giving the limit of a month to do it. I wouldn't need a damn month at this rate. She was falling – and she was falling hard and fast. I gave it ten days, and I'll prove to them I can do it and then I'll walk away from her.Because, let's face it, if I was a falling in love kinda guy, I'd fall in love with someone like her. Under that curvy body, fiery hair, and behind those pretty green eyes was a girl unlike anyone I knew. I was also pretty damn sure I wouldn't meet anyone like her either.And that was the problem. When she smiled at me, really smiled, I could see her turning me into a falling in love kinda guy. That made her dangerous, too fuckin' dangerous, and I gotta get her in bed and walk away before it's too la
My brother, currently three thousand miles away, still had the ability to mess my day – and my mood – up. And apparently, the ability to nearly mess up nine days of hard work with Jack.But, really, who the hell walks up to someone in a college cafeteria and asks to finish what they started? It was vile, and reminded me exactly why I was doing this. It also reinstated the hate for Jack I lost when he held me the way he did after my outburst.I sighed, and my thoughts returned to Patrick. Anger bubbled inside me, and I had the crazy urge to chuck my phone clear out of my dorm window. It would be so, so satisfying to see it smash into a million pieces on the sidewalk. Or, of course, I could just get a new number. That was probably the better idea, but nowhere near as invigorating.I was not surprised he had contacted me so soon after last time. I figured he wanted the money for rent, but I was wrong. Oh, so wrong.There was one big difference between Patrick and Jack that I had to ackno
I'm fucked. Genuinely fucked.Sandra's hand trailing down my stomach equaled an instant, rock hard, raging hard on. My dick standing to attention so fast it could well have been doing an army drill.I cursed the fact she was not like my usual girls. Usually, a suggestive smile and a wink was all that was needed. But no, I had to wine and fucking dine Sandra. I might as well serenade her under the fucking stars – and you know what? If I could sing, I damn well would.Because I had to want what I couldn't have, all the time. And Sandra? Sandra was at the top of that list. Hell, she was at the top of every fucking list I owned.She was so damn untouchable, like a rare stone in a museum surrounded by laser lights. I felt like a ninja, dodging one more laser light daily and getting one step closer to worming my way into her heart.But then, did I want her in love with me? The problem with this challenge was that it was not just a quick roll in the hay. I had to get to know her, I had to pr
I had checked my cell obsessively since Monday. It was Wednesday, and I hadn't heard a thing from Patrick. If he was telling the truth, a week from now I'll be looking into his pitiful eyes.And that scared me.I didn't want him here, and there was only so much longer I could pretend and not tell the girls exactly what was happening. I didn't want to keep it from them, but there wasn't much I could do. If he wasn't coming, then there was no need to tell them the gritty details of my life in New York. If he does come... Then it might be too late.I hated not knowing. I hated the uncertainty that encompasses my brother in a thick cloud. Nothing with him was ever definite, except drugs. But then again, when was anything with anyone ever definite? It's not. Not ever.I swallowed my sigh, tapping my pen against the table. I glanced at the clock for the thousandth time in ten minutes. The second hand was moving at a snail's pace, zero point zero miles per hour, it seemed.For the first time
There were too many levels in this game, and I was not ready for the one it was climbing to. That level had a big fat fuckin' neon sign declaring the game over, and reality starting. Reality, with Sandra?Reality, with anyone?When I was six, I assumed I'd grow up and marry Maggy, like all little kids do. You marry your favorite person, and at six that's your best friend, right? Yeah. What a laugh.Now, Maggy is my little sister. She's the one person I'd go to hell for. I'd take a bullet for her, I'd kill for her, and I will protect her until she doesn't need it anymore – and I'll probably do it even then.Saturday marked two weeks since this game started, and with every day that passed I got to know Sandra a little more. She was guarded. There were a lot of secrets behind those pretty green eyes, despite how revealing they were for her emotions. I wanted to know what those secrets were, because despite it all, I was starting to fucking care about her.I was starting to care about the
I gOt it. I understood why every girl went crazy about Jack, because that guy could do crazy stuff with just his fingers.But I still hated him. And I hated even more than I couldn't just say it.“Umm.” I hid my face.“You've done it already?!” Leila shrieked, jumping up.“Oh my god, no!” I waved my hands. “No, no, no!”“But you've done something, haven't you?” Kayle asked, her eyes wide with humor. “I can tell.”“Y-yes.” I mumbled.Maggie licked her lips, smiled, and uncapped her pen. “So, do tell.”“I'm not telling you that!” My cheeks burned.“Oh!” Kayle laughed. “Priceless! She's embarrassed over a game! Oh my god. It gets better, guys.”“Go away,” I muttered. “I just.... I'm not giving sordid details.”“Come on,” Maggie grinned. “Just say it. We've all done it all.”“You guys,” Leila scolded and turned to me. “Sandra, did you have sex with Jack?”“No.”“Did you, you know, blow his whistle?”I snorted. “Blow his whistle?”“Did you suck his lollipop?” Kayle lied on her stomach, sha