Crushed (2 page)

His eyes moved over my face slowly.
"Yeah, sure. Do
you
have a boyfriend?"

I stammered, the second time today
and exhaled softly. "Um, no. I'm pretty busy with homework,
classes, my sorority duties and cheerleading. Are you going to
rush?" I quickly tried to change the subject, I wasn't ready for
the man that was Will. I needed to buy some time before I threw
myself at him. I didn't want him to laugh in my face and slap his
knee like I was a huge joke.

"I don't think so. Large groups of
people and me don't get along very well." Hmm, a shut in? He looked
down as if he'd just made a huge confession to me. I smiled softly
and gently nudged his shoulder with mine, which was a huge mistake,
sparks flew and drifted through my body, if I kept doing this I was
going to orgasm right in front of him.

"I love it. It feels like a large
family. The fraternities and sororities are always partying and
hanging out together. It's a lot of fun." I shifted and put a
little more distance between us. "But it's not for everyone." I
smiled and stood up. "I've gotta get going. It was nice to meet
you, Will. I hope I'll run into you again soon." I smiled at him
and almost melted when he returned it.

"I hope so too, Claire." The way he
said my name was going to be forever burned in my brain.

Chapter 2

Neil

She smells so fucking
good.

I stared at Claire two seats in
front of me. She was twirling her long honey-blonde hair around her
slender finger and for some reason I was picturing myself under her
desk with my face between her legs. I shifted uncomfortably in my
seat as my boner pressed against my pants and looked down at my
empty notebook page. I was going to get the first B of my life if I
didn't stop staring at the untouchable Claire and focus on the
lectures.

I sighed and glanced next to me. A
girl whose name I didn't remember was silently undressing me with
her eyes. I smiled at her and gave her a wink. She wasn't going to
melt my heart but she'd be a great distraction for a few minutes in
the back stairwell before my next class.

It was great to be me. Captain of
the football team, full ride because of my athletic abilities,
great looking, and all the girls wanted me. I wasn't going to fail
out of college, I was a good student, never had a B in my life. Why
was I letting that blonde-haired woman distract me now?

I knew I was awesome but she's just
too pure. And I was pretty sure she's never even thought of a guy
naked, much less fucked one. Luckily for me, she didn't seem
interested in anything aside from harmless, very mild flirting so
it had been easy enough to keep my paws off her. There were plenty
of girls around who did want me.

Speaking of other girls, I slipped
the girl next to me a note just before the professor dismissed
class. I got out of my seat and stretched, showing the girl a peek
of my washboard abs as my plain white t-shirt lifted up. I grinned
at her when she gasped.

Someone cleared their throat in
front of me and I turned my gaze to see Claire. I slowly put down
my arms and smiled at her. She didn't swoon, she never did. "What's
up, Claire-bear?" It was one of my many nicknames for her. She
pretended to hate them but deep down I knew she loved
them.

She was clutching her books tightly
to her ample chest, "I think you have my pen, sir?" I snickered.
She always called me sir, deep down I loved it. I slipped the pen
into the front pocket of my jeans and then relaxed my hands at my
sides.

"If you want it, come get it." I
waggled my brows, teasing her. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as
reached into my pocket with two dainty little fingers and withdrew
the pen.

"You are such a flirt. I'll see you
at the game tonight, yeah?" I nodded as she smiled and turned away.
Her long hair sent the smell of peaches in my direction. I was
mentally drooling. I was getting desperate to have a bite. I picked
up my books and shit and headed out of the classroom. Time to
distract myself and pretend the brunette waiting for me was someone
else.

The football game came and went, we
kicked their ass, of course. I played the best game of my life and
I'm pretty sure it was because whenever I looked over at the
cheerleaders Claire was staring at me and smiling. Like she was
cheering just for me, just like she'd done many times in my dreams.
I had taken all my sexual frustration and put it into the game, and
it had worked for me.

After hitting the showers and
getting cleaned up the guys all went to the frat house to get ready
for the raging party that always took place after a winning game.
The cheerleaders would be there, not that I cared really, except
for that one, whose name I won't fucking mention because, Jesus! I
didn't care.

As I entered I was accosted by
Justice, her hand on my chest pushing me against the wall roughly.
She knew how I liked it. I grinned down at her beautiful, flawless
face. She was the daughter of Aphrodite and had some kind of
special thing about her, if she looked at you and wanted you, you
were going to want her. And she was looking at me that way right
now.

"Don't have to buy you a drink
first?" I grinned at her. She didn't grin back, her hands were
already scaling my body and dipping to my jeans.

"One of these days you're going to
come begging me for my love." I flipped us around so she was
against the wall. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against
the wall near her head. I don't know why the girl gave the milk
away for free. She wasn't going to catch any guys that way. She was
too easy. Not that I cared, the brunette from earlier was too quiet
when I was giving it to her and my dick was swelling, letting me
know he was ready for more action.

"I'll beg you now if you want me
to." I murmured, knowing she'd love hearing that. Her teeth grazed
my neck which sent shivers through my body. She was good at her
craft. I grabbed her hands and disappeared upstairs into a room
with her.

After some awesome reverse cowgirl
action I came back downstairs and headed for the keg. Every blonde
head I saw made me think of Claire. This shit was getting old fast.
It was time to numb myself with alcohol because clearly banging her
out of my system wasn't working.

I was halfway through my fifth cup
when the girl of my dreams, and nightmares, approached me. "Hello,
sir!" She grabbed my free hand and pulled me away from my precious
keg, I looked at it dreamily over my shoulder as I was pulled
towards the mesh of bodies dancing in the living room.

I still held my red solo cup in my
hand and took a sip. I felt the bass pounding through my body and
my eyes dropped to Claire's ass. Fuck me. Who knew jeans could be
so fucking sexy? My eyes stopped bugging just in time. She turned
to me and started dancing. My eyes dropped to her chest, my dream
girl was wearing a black tank top with a white bra, the white bra
is what really captured my attention. Why did she have to rub the
pureness in my face like that?

I watched, moving along with her,
as her breasts teased me, screaming at me that they'd never be felt
by my hands. It was not nice, not one bit. Fuck it. My free hand
grabbed onto her hip, pulling her in against me so she could
undulate against me and while she was in a good mood and I had the
excuse of too much alcohol I moved my hand up her side and swiped
my thumb over the bottom of her beautifully round
breast.

She laughed and pushed my hand back
down to her hip. I growled at her. She pressed her chest against me
and my breath caught in my throat. Heaven, I was in heaven. "Why is
Justice giving me the stink eye?!" She yelled into my ear. I felt
her pulling away so I put my hand on her back and held her close
and nibbled on her earlobe. I felt her body shiver in my arms and I
growled again, I wanted her. Bad. This was no good at
all.

"She wants to have another go at
me. I'll see you later, Claire." I pushed her away firmly and
walked away. My jeans were getting tight and my heart was pounding
louder than the music. I found Justice and grabbed her hand
roughly, pulling her towards the stairs again. I was going to get
Claire out of my mind, even if it took all fucking
night.

Chapter 3

Claire

I watched Neil go up the stairs
with Justice in tow and for a split second I was jealous. I
wondered what it would be like once it finally happened. I found
Merit by the speakers and grabbed her arm when I closed the
distance between us. "Hey girl! I didn't think you'd
show."

She grinned, "Are you kidding? I
love loud, crowded frat parties." She was being sarcastic, of
course. "I just need a boy to make out with and I thought I could
surely get one here. Is there a sign-up sheet somewhere?" I laughed
at her and rolled my eyes.

"You're terrible. Come on, lets get
something to drink." I pulled her through the throng of people to
the kitchen. I reached for a cup at the same moment that a large
warm hand did. I looked up and nearly wet my panties. It was him.
He looked so out of place, at least a head above everyone else
here.

Merit elbowed me in the ribs and I
started and glanced between them. "Will! This is my friend, Merit!"
He leaned down, bringing his gorgeous face next to mine. His smell
surrounded my senses, he smelled like leather, nutmeg and
soap.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply
as he yelled back into my ear. "What did you say?!"

My eyes opened wide at the volume
and I turned my lips to his ear, "I said 'This is my friend,
Merit!'"

He stood up and nodded to me and
then to her, flashing her his beautiful smile. Oh geez, he was
trying to kill me. I grabbed the front of his shirt, thanks alcohol
for making me brave, and asked him to dance with us. He nodded
again. I smiled, filled three cups and then drug them both out onto
the dance floor. It was a Will sandwich with Merit wiggling against
his left leg and me wiggling against his right. He stood behind us
and didn't seem to know what to do. I grinned at Merit who grinned
back at me.

I grabbed Will's hand and put it on
Merit's hip and then I danced my way to his backside. I put my free
hand on his stomach and took a drink to calm my nerves and keep
myself from fainting. His tight perfect ass was right there in
front of me. As I pressed myself against him my breasts pressed
against his lower back. He seemed to be into the song and when Bob
Marley's
Is This Love
blasted from the speakers, I came back around to the front of
him. He smiled at both of us and pulled us in close to his killer
body.

I looked to Merit and she was
smiling at me and then at Will, I knew she saw what I saw, he was a
total babe and not a total douche bag like the rest of the still
single college guys seemed to be. He wasn't trying to feel us up,
he wasn't waggling his brows like a dog with a bone - he was just
enjoying the music and the company. When the chorus came on I
turned to Merit and touched her nose and serenaded her. Luckily the
music was loud enough to drown out my horrible singing. I was
feeling a little tipsy though so I wouldn't have cared either
way.

The next morning I woke up with a
bit of a headache. I was so smashed last night that I didn't even
remember coming home. I stretched out and winced at the soreness in
my feet. Damn high heels. They looked good but were so painful. It
would be worth it if Will noticed my long legs. I smiled to myself
and rolled out of bed. My feet stepped on something lumpy and large
on my floor and I squealed. I looked down and saw Will on my floor
and my heart melted. He was still sleeping soundly despite my big
feet squishing his chest. He must have taken me home last night
after I drank half the keg. I took the opportunity to stare at him.
His black hair was messy in a sleep-mused way. His hands were
resting on top of his large chest, which moved up and down deeply
and rhythmically.

Merit peeked her head up from the
other side of my bed and I let out another squeal, hand on my
chest. "Oh my gosh, Merit! What are you doing here?" I whispered
loudly so I wouldn't wake up Will.

"Me and your lover boy brought you
back, mostly him, I just showed him where you lived and got us in
here." She was still grinning at me like I was drunk dancing on a
bar.

I sighed softly and rubbed my
pulsing forehead, "I appreciate that. I guess I had a little too
much to drink, huh?"

She chuckled, "That's an
understatement. Do you want me to leave you two alone?" I glanced
at Will still sleeping on my floor and shook my head.

"As much as I would love that I
don't want to freak him out. Let's leave a note and go get
breakfast for him." Merit shrugged her slender shoulders as she
went to the bathroom. After we both freshened up and I set a note
on the bathroom sink, we left.

When we came back he was gone, he'd
written his own note:
Ladies, Thanks for
the fun night. Hope I didn't snore as loud as Claire. Hope to do it
again soon. – W

Chapter 4

Neil

I was sweaty from hitting it hard
on the field, still trying to get my aggression out. My teammates
thought I was pissed at something because they knew I was still
banging any girl on two legs that showed interest, especially
Justice who, for reasons I didn't care to know, was very interested
in me lately. I had a feeling she wanted something more than a
casual relationship but she knew I didn't do that. I'd told her
that since the beginning, before I felt the pull of her magical
eyes.