Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) (8 page)

“It better stay exactly where it is,” Breezy exclaims. “I expect it to give me, at least, two kids.”

“Five,” Max exclaims. “I want five kids.”

“You’re not the one pushing them out of your body, Max. Three is as high as I will go.”

“Fine, three, but I want two boys and a girl,” He laughs.

“Your DNA is what picks the sex of the baby. So if you want two boys and a girl, then you better giving your little swimmers a pep talk,” Breezy argues.

“Are you two already thinking about giving me grandbabies?” My mother asks excitedly. “I told your sister I would not tolerate any grandchildren from her, but I’m definitely ready for my son to make me a grandma.”

“The sooner the better,” Max grins. “I have ten years of no sex with her to make up for. If a baby gets made in the process, so be it.”

I finish my waffle and smile at my brother. “I better be informed immediately if that happens. When’s the wedding, by the way?”

“Probably not for another year. We want to get ourselves established, and Max still has to buy me a ring.” She glares at him.

“It was a spur of the moment admission of love I spilled in that karaoke bar. They don’t exactly sell engagement rings with the vodka behind the bar. You’ll have it today; we’ll go pick it out together.”

Breezy leans in and Max kisses her head. They really are perfect for each other. Breezy’s beautiful face really compliments my brother’s rough exterior. We used to have a bet going about how long it would be before those two hooked up. When year four went by and nothing was happening, we all realized nobody was going to win the bet and called it off. I think I had my money on two years, but I’m thankful she finally wised up and opened her eyes to the amazing catch my brother is. I may think he’s a goofball and annoying as hell, but he’s definitely meant for Breezy; he treats her like a queen.

“Well, I better get going. I love you guys.” Getting up from the table, I give each of my family members a hug. “I’ll see you guys in a couple months for my graduation.”

“I’ll miss you, kid,” my dad says, hugging me tightly. “Thank you,” he whispers into my hair. “I really needed your help.”

I fight a couple tears that have somehow snuck into my eyes. I hate being emotional. I’ve spent most of my life fighting my emotions. I don’t cry, like ever. Feeling teary over my dad thanking me is a little weird for me. I pull away and suck in a breath. Luckily, the feeling in my chest goes away and I no longer think about crying.

“Love you guys, and Breezy, welcome to the family.” I give her one last hug and disappear out the door.

In three months, my life will finally really begin. I’ll have a career to work towards, a family to keep together, and a roof over my head once again. I know it will be a difficult transition from the party/college life I am accustomed to, but in the end it will be worth it. It’s time for me to grow up, do my part, and start taking care of my family. Max will be busy building his own family unit, so it’s up to me to keep my parents going. It’s the least I can do; not only did they raise me, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for the two of them.

“How was your trip?” Jessi’s sitting on my bed. We share a dorm room together, but for some reason, she always likes to invade my space instead of staying in hers.

I plop into my desk chair and sigh. “Eventful,” is all I can manage to say.

“How’s that hot brother of yours? Did you put in a good word for me? Maybe tell him that there is a certain blonde who you think would be perfect for him?”

I turn to glare at her. “Your obsession with my brother is disgusting. Besides, he’s engaged now.”

“I thought you went up there because he and Breezy weren’t friends anymore,” Jessi frowns.

“I did. Turns out, the seven days they had apart was enough for her to realize that she’s in love with him. He got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, right in front of a whole bar of drunken karaokers. It was actually quite endearing. It almost made me want my own relationship . . . almost.”

“You don’t do relationships, Everly. Most of the time you’re so busy lying about yourself that by the time a relationship is ready to form, you’ve already ruined it.”

She’s got a point. I was so busy trying to be something I’m not with Leo, that I didn’t even notice he was faking being foreign until it was too late. I don’t even know why his accent attracted me so much. Jessi was right; his face was not attractive at all.

“Well, maybe someday I will be ready for a real relationship, but right now, I’m having too much fun playing the field. Speaking of which, I actually had probably the best sex of my life the other night.” Thinking back to my night with Caleb isn’t easy. I feel like an ass with the way I left him. On the other hand, just because he’s insanely hot, good in bed, and his penis fits me like a glove, is not a reason for me to go running back to him to beg for forgiveness.

“What? Who? When? Where? Why?”

“What are you, a newspaper? His name was Caleb. He’s actually kind of an asshole. The only reason I slept with him was because of how hot he was. I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. Cocky assholes aren’t really my thing.”

“Did he have an accent?” she asks excitedly.

“Unfortunately, no. Not only was he a pain my ass, he was an unaccented pain my ass, which makes his ability to annoy me even more irritating.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“Why would I have a picture of him? It’s not like we went on a date and I expect to see him again. I used him for sex because I was horny and without it for four months. I needed a fix, that’s all.”

“What about Leo?”

“He tried to pressure me into sleeping with him. I found out he was only pretending to be British and told him I didn’t want to date him anymore. When he tried to force himself on me, I doused his pimpled face in pepper spray and told him never to talk to me again. I hope that spray seeped into his pores and burnt the shit out of his face. It’s situations like that one that make me want to learn how to protect myself.”

Jessi nods and lies back on my bed. “So tell me about this amazing sex you had. What was his name again?”

“Caleb, he was arrogant, demanding, dominant, and I swear to god, his penis was made for me. I’ve never had sex like that before. He did things to me that I just can’t explain.” I sigh and Jessi looks over at me and laughs.

“And you don’t want to date him because . . .”

“Because he doesn’t have an accent, he’s kind of a jerk, and I don’t want to date him.”

“Sounds like you were surprised by how much you really did like him but decided to run away because you’re scared.”

“I am not scared of Caleb. He’s hot and good in bed, but he’s also not my type at all.”

“Because he doesn’t have an accent.”

“Exactly! See, this is why you’re my best friend, Jessi. You get me.”

She rolls her eyes and flops on her stomach. She opens her mouth to say something, but there is a loud thumping on the door that startles us both. “Are you expecting someone?” She asks.

“Nope, are you?”

“No.” She gets up from the bed and walks over to our door. When she opens it, I groan.
How the hell did he find me?

“Well, hello there Mr. Sexy. Are you lost or just looking for a good time? Either way, I’m your girl!”

“Actually, I’m looking for her.”

He points to me and motions for me to come talk to him. He actually does that come-hither finger thing people do when someone is in trouble and are to join whoever is mad at them immediately. Is he a stalker? How in the fuck did Caleb find me? He’s wearing a tight white shirt and denim jeans. He looks quite fuckable, and that’s infuriating.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t come for fingers,” I yell. “What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find out where I lived?”

“I know from experience that you do come for fingers, especially mine. You were easy to find. It took some massive digging, a few favors, but after about twenty phone calls, I was able to track you down. We need to talk, Everly.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Get up, get over here, and come talk to me,” Caleb demands.

“You can’t order me around, Caleb, I have nothing to say to you. I told you what happened would only be one night, so really, there’s no reason for you to be here.”

“Excuse me,” Caleb pushes past Jessi, walks straight up to me, picks me up from my chair and carries me out of the room.

“Wow, that’s fucking hot,” Jessi exclaims as we pass her.

“What are you, a Neanderthal? Put me down, Caleb.” I pound on his back, but I barely budge him. He carries me straight out of the building, right to his car. “What the hell? I’m not going anywhere with you.” I manage to wiggle out of his arms and contemplate screaming for help. Maybe a campus police officer will come and arrest him.

“I just want to talk. Here, you can have my keys, and then you will know we aren’t going anywhere. I just want ten minutes of your time, that’s all.” I take the keys from him and shove them into my pocket. He opens the door, to a fucking Lexus of all things, and helps me in.

“You have ten minutes,” I tell him.

“Look, I know you said I’m not your type because I don’t talk the way you want me to, and I get the other night was supposed to be a one-night-stand, but I can’t stop thinking about you, Everly.” He runs a nervous hand through his hair and growls in frustration. “I’m not used to this. I don’t usually chase after women like some crazy psycho. It drove me bonkers when I woke up and you were gone. I tried to forget about you but couldn’t. That night we had together kept coming back to me. Not only was it the best sex I’ve ever had, but there’s something about you that I can’t shake. I’ve never met a girl that keeps me on my toes like you do, let alone, puts me in my place and calls me on my shit. This is all new to me, and as crazy as it sounds, Everly, I want to date you. I want to take you out and buy you things. I want to show you what it means to be pampered and loved.”

I gulp.
I need to stop this right now.

“Caleb, we barely know each other. I don’t understand how you could want to date me after the way I treated you. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, although you’re alpha-ish tendencies have me wondering if you should get looked at by a licensed medical professional. No sane man walks into someone’s dorm room and then carries her out of the room like some damn caveman. You were one step away from grabbing me by the hair and dragging me across the ground. Honestly, I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t want to date anyone right now. We had fun, sure, but you’re lucky I still remember your name. I needed someone to help me get over my ex. We had broken up the day before I met you. It was a bad breakup. I could’ve gone home with anyone that night . . . you were just the lucky one.” I’m lying straight through my teeth. I wouldn’t have gone home with just anyone. I was attracted to Caleb—I still am. I’d probably do it all over again, too, if I actually let myself. The fact of the matter is, I’m not going to settle for Caleb because he’s phenomenal in the sack and is sexy as hell. I have a certain guy in mind for myself, and that’s not Caleb. If that makes me shallow, then so be it.

He laughs. “I don’t believe you. There was a connection between the two of us. You can’t deny that. I know I’m not the only one who was affected by our night together. You’re so flushed right now that I can feel the heat radiating from your body. You want me, just as badly as I want you, and I do want you, Everly.” He moves a little closer to me; the tension in the car gets thicker. Being near Caleb has my entire body panting with lust.

He reaches out and lightly brushes the sides of my cheeks with his fingers. Involuntarily my eyes close, I’m succumbing to his touch. His whole body leans across the car. His breath lightly wisps over my lips.

“Caleb, we won’t work together,” I breathe breaking the almost kiss between us.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why won’t we work together? What’s your reasoning behind it? Give me three good reasons why a relationship wouldn’t work between the two of us and I’ll leave right now.”

“That’s easy . . .” I tell him. “For one, I’m not interested in dating you or anyone else.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that one. What else? Because I can tell you right now, the best relationships start when you
aren’t
looking.”

“Two, I want to be with a guy with an accent. You don’t have one.”

“Anybody can have an accent. It just takes practice,” he says in a flawless British accent.

“You’re cocky and kind of an arrogant asshole,” I tell him, ignoring the fact that his fake accent just made me instantly wet.

“Well, you’re kind of a selfish, bitch. Oh and you’re also frigid and whiny. I think we’re even.”

“I am not frigid and whiny!” I screech.

“So you admit you’re selfish and bitchy then?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Just admit that you like me as much as I do you. It would make things so much easier.”

I cross my arms and glare at him. “Your ten minutes are up. Goodbye, Caleb!” I grab the handle to the door and go to get out of the car. He grabs my arm to stop me. The minute I look over at him, I’m met with the softest, most delicate kiss. My knees are instantly weak. His mouth searches for reciprocation as his tongue darts in and claims my tongue. Before I know what I’m doing, my hands are in his hair, and he’s pulling me onto his lap. His erection massages my thigh as I maneuver into a more comfortable position on top of him. Arousal overtakes me when his hands begin briefly brushing against my shirt, teasing my nipples over my clothing. I should be stopping this, but I can’t, not when my body yearns for more. I circle the girth in his jeans and slowly rub it back and forth. He groans into my mouth and sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, lightly nibbling it.

THIS. NEEDS. TO. STOP.

Each word is a silent plea for control. When I’m around Caleb I lose all control. I can’t think coherently. I can’t speak. I just feel.

Caleb’s hand slowly descends until it reaches my jeans, he’s barely touching me, but he might as well be three fingers deep in my vag because that’s exactly what it feels like right now.

“I knew you wanted me. I can feel the heat of your pussy through your jeans.”

And just like that, everything stops—the lust, the attraction, all of it is gone. All it took was for him to open that big, fat mouth of his and the chemistry vanished.

Violently I push into his chest, jumping off his lap. The door is open and I’m out of it before he can follow me. With a glare, I throw my keys at him. “Stay the hell away from me, Caleb. Leave me alone or I’m calling the cops.”

He chuckles. “And what exactly are you going to tell them? Oooh, I know, let’s talk to them about how you were just massaging my dick, in a car, in front of your dorm. I’m sure they’d love to hear about our blatant display of indecent exposure.”

“Big deal! I was rubbing it over your jeans. I’d hardly call that indecent exposure. Besides, no one is around to see us.” I quickly look around the parking lot.
Yup, nobody around.

He leans back, showing off the impressive outline of his still incredibly hard cock. My tongue darts out over my lips. It takes an incredible amount of will power to fight all the images that come rushing back to me from our night of fun.

He chuckles. “One pop of the zipper and it’s all yours, Baby.”

Ugh, again with the baby thing! Doesn’t he realize how incredibly unattractive that is? What self-respecting girl falls for his shit? Not me. Not anymore, I’m outta here.

“Goodbye, Caleb. Do me a favor, lose my address and whatever other information your informants gave to you. I don’t like you. I don’t want you, and I sure as hell won’t be seeing you again.” I slam the passenger door, stopping the communication between the two of us. He rolls down his window grinning.

“We’ll see about that. You’ll be seeing me again. I can guarantee it,” he winks and turns the key in his ignition. “Until we meet again, Beautiful.”

There’s no chance for a rebuttal. His Lexus is peeling out of the parking lot before I even have a chance to throw him my middle finger.

Once I’m back in the safety of my dorm, I have to catch my breath. In two seconds, Caleb sucked all the air from my lungs. He’s a kissing phenom. I’m completely crippled by his lips and the way he carries himself. He needs to stop chasing me. If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that I have no interest whatsoever in dating him.