The Invitation (2 page)

We slide into the booth. I notice JJ’s gone
quiet. “What’s up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing.”

It’s dark in here, but I could swear I see
her blush.

“I was just thinking about what Scott
said.”

I tense. That jackass. Sure, he’s a nice
enough guy, but I started hating him the minute JJ told me they
hooked up. She gave him a six out of ten rating and implied there
wasn’t much going on below the belt, but that doesn’t make me feel
any better.

A girl like JJ gives you a shot, you sure as
hell better make it a ten: micro-dick or no micro-dick.

“Do you think it’s as cut-throat as he
says?” JJ continues. “I’ve been so focused on graduating, I tried
not to think about the politics of the firm.”

“I thought you said tonight was about
celebrating,” I remind her, hating the worry on her face. I know
how much she stresses about this stuff.

JJ sighs again. “I know, but...”

“No buts.” I stop her. “Tomorrow we deal
with the future. Tonight, we make it a send-off we’ll never
forget.”

JJ meets my eyes. Her lips curl in a sexy
grin. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”

Her gaze holds, full of challenge. I wonder
if this is more of her teasing -- or if she means it this time.

I move my foot under the table, nudging
against hers. She nudges back.

My pulse kicks. JJ winks, then takes a sip
of her whiskey. Her red lips part to take a swallow. She licks them
softly.

Damn.

Suddenly, all I want is those lips wrapped
around my cock.

I already know JJ loves giving head -- and
in public too. She told me during one of our late night,
no-holds-barred conversations. She loves the power, the thrill of
almost getting caught.

Now, I picture her sliding to her knees
under the table and unbuckling my belt. Licking along my hard shaft
and sliding her tongue over the head--

“Professor Hadlow!”

JJ’s voice snaps me out of the fantasy.
She’s flagging down an older guy, in his thirties maybe.

“Justine,” he smiles, his eyes going
straight to her breasts. “I’ve told you to call me Nathan.
Especially now that you’re not a student anymore.”

“That’s right, I’m not... Nathan.” Justine
beams up at him.

“I’m Ashton,” I interrupt.

Professor ignores me. “You know, I’m glad I
caught you,” he says, leaning over JJ for a better view. “I’m
running study sessions for the bar for a few
select
students. You should give me a call.”

“I might just do that,” JJ flirts right back
like I’m not even here.

I feel a surge of jealous possession. I lean
back, draping an arm around JJ’s shoulder. I give the Horny
Professor a warning look.

Back the fuck off.

He gets the message. “I better go,” he
says.

JJ smiles. “Say ‘hi’ to your wife!”

The professor’s smile drops. He mumbles,
“Uh, sure,” and then hightails it back to the girl he’s got in the
corner.

“He’s married?” I scowl. “What an asshole. I
thought he was going to trip and fall right down the front of your
dress.”

“What do you care?” JJ gives me a guarded
look. “Isn’t little Becca waiting up for you to drop by her room
after we’re done here?”

I shift. “No.”

She arches an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” I admit. “But I never said I’d
show.”

“And yet she’ll wait all night for you,” JJ
rolls her eyes. “Honestly, are you really that good?”

“Anytime you want to find out for yourself,
just say the word.”

Our eyes lock. JJ catches her breath. Her
chest rises and falls, straining at that dangerous plunging
neckline. I feel all the blood in my head rush south, straight to
my aching dick.

Damn, this is driving me crazy.

Suddenly, JJ grabs my phone from my pocket
and hits the ‘recent call’ list.

“What are you doing?” I exclaim, but she
shushes me and types out a text.

“Becca, darling, I’m so sorry to stand you
up tonight,” JJ says out loud as she types. I reach for the phone,
but she pulls it back out of reach. “I’m a cad and a rascal, and
you deserve so much more. And... send!”

She passes the phone back with a grin.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I tell
her, but I’m laughing.

“I’m saving the girl some heartache,” she
shrugs. “Hell, maybe she’ll go out and find herself some fun.”

“And what about you?” I demand.

“What about me?”

“Your professor? Scott?” I counter. “Every
guy in this place who’s getting hard right now checking you
out?”

“Why, jealous?” JJ coos.

Yes
.

“I’m just saying, you could go home with any
one of them and leave me all on my own.”

“You’re right.” JJ smiles. “But I won’t.
This is our last night,” she adds, and I feel a stab of regret.

She’s right. It’s the end of the line -- for
us, and my brief taste of freedom. Come tomorrow, I’m getting on a
plane back to the mess of a family I left behind in England, and
fuck knows how long it’ll take me to set them straight.

This is it for me. For me and Justine.

Fuck it.

I knock back the rest of my drink. “Come
on.”

“We just got here.” Justine looks
confused.

“And now we’re leaving.” I grab her hand and
pull her up.

Excitement flares in her eyes.
Interesting
. So she likes it when I order her around?

I file that note away, because I’m sure as
hell going to be using it later. But first...

“I came all the way out here for the
American Graduate experience,” I tell her with a grin. “And someone
told me, it’s not over until someone pulls the senior prank.”

JJ laughs. “Are you serious?”

As a hard-on.

“What’s wrong?” I challenge. “Chicken?”

JJ scowls, like I knew she would. This girl
never backs down from a dare, no matter how crazy.

“No way,” she replies. “But you better make
it a good one.”

“I will.”

The best prank -- and the best lay of her
life. Because now that I’ve seen that pulse of desire in her eyes,
there’s no way I’m leaving the country without the ultimate
goodbye.

JJ’s body, naked, begging. Her wet cunt
clenching around me, her voice screaming my name.

Fuck the pact, I’ve waited long enough.

This girl is mine.

THREE

JUSTINE

He wants me.

My heart beats like crazy with nerves and
anticipation as we head out, cutting back across the campus to the
North Quad. It’s dark out, the paths lit by street-lamps and busy
with party-goers and students heading back from the bars.

I sneak a look over at Ash, and feel my
pulse kick all over again.

He definitely wants me.

The flirting doesn’t mean anything. We
always flirt, it’s what we do. And that footsie in the bar might
have been an accident. But the way he looked when Professor Hadlow
came over and started hitting on me?

That was jealousy, pure and simple.

Ash was jealous. The knowledge makes my
thighs clench with lust. If any other guy pulled that ‘arm around
the shoulder’ possessive bullshit, I’d have told them where to get
off, but when Ash pulled me closer, it was so damn hot.

Everything the man does is hot.

“So where are we going?” I ask, hurrying to
keep up with his long strides.

“Patience.”

“And what are we going to do? We can’t get
caught,” I add, worried. “I’m too close to graduating to get kicked
out over some stupid prank.”

“Relax.” Ash gives me a panty-melting grin.
“It’s tradition. I asked around, and they never discipline for this
kind of stuff.”

I relax. “OK then. So what exactly do you
have in mind?”

Ash comes to a stop suddenly on the far edge
of the quad. “Meet Oscar,” he says, gripping my shoulders and
turning me to face a statue on the edge of the lawn.

“Hi Oscar,” I wave to cover my shiver. God,
it feels so good to have his hands on me. Firm. Commanding. There’s
always been a steely thread running through Ash, his no-bullshit
attitude to business and social events. Now I find myself hoping it
extends to the bedroom.

What this man could do with a pair of
handcuffs...

“Poor Oscar has been starved of the touch of
a woman,” Ash continues, laughter in his voice.

I stare up at the statue of a stern-looking
old man, one of the founders of the college, I think. He’s got a
book in one hand, and a pipe in the other. “I’m not surprised. Guy
looks like he’d rather read a novel than get laid.”

“Which is why we’re going to do him a
service,” Ash adds. “And show him how delicious a woman’s panties
can be.”

I burst out laughing. “Seriously?”

“I never joke about panties,” Ash replies,
grinning. His accent sends shivers down my spine.

I look at him a minute, then grin. “OK.”

Before he can say a word, I reach down,
slide my dress up, and then shimmy out of my panties. I hook them
on one foot and lift, plucking them up. The black lace dangles from
my finger. “Spot me.”

“What?” Ash looks dazed.

I grin. “The statue’s ten feet off the
ground. I’m going to have to climb that tree if Oscar wants a
taste.”

I take off across the lawn before Ash can
reply. I know he’s watching, so I’m sure to put an extra swing in
my step, feeling the night breeze cool between my hot thighs.

The sensation is strangely erotic. I’m
already turned on from being around Ash, and now that I’m not
wearing any panties, it adds a whole new heat to my desire.

The statue is set on the edge of the lawn,
in the shadow of a thicket of trees. Luckily, it’s far from the
pathways. I check around, but this side of the quad is empty.
Nobody will see me. I reach the nearest tree, and find a foothold.
I swing off the ground. “You better be there to catch me,” I call,
not looking down. I climb higher.

“I’m here.”

His voice sounds strangled. I grin. He’s
standing right below me, which means he’s getting one hell of a
view right now.

I reach a thick branch, about level with the
statue, and crawl out on my stomach. A twig catches on my dress,
yanking it lower. “I should just take the damn thing off,” I
mutter, pulling free.

I think I hear a groan from below.

I reach close enough to the statue, then
take my panties and artfully arrange them over Oscar’s head: his
nose buried in the crotch. “Perfect!”

I shimmy back, and start climbing back down
the tree. “Is that it?” I ask, feeling a little disappointed.
“Because no offense, but that was pretty easy as far as pranks
go---”

I lose my grip and slip, plummeting toward
the ground with a scream. It’s only a few feet, but it feels like
forever -- until strong arms grip me, yanking me against his
body.

Ash.

I gasp for air, clinging on to him. His blue
eyes are shadowed in the dark, but they strip me naked. My nipples
tighten. My body aches.

Fuck.

“Thanks,” I say, as he places me back on
solid ground. My legs are shaking, but it’s got nothing to do with
the fall. “I guess I wasn’t looking--”

Before I can finish, Ash grabs my waist and
shoves me up against the tree. His body covers mine, hard planes
pushing me back. His eyes lock on mine, full of lust.

Heat surges through me, but still, I gulp
with nerves. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for.

The point when everything changes.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, thrilled and
scared.

“Something I should have done a long time
ago.” Ash leans closer. I feel his breath on my lips. I shiver,
preparing myself for his kiss. But it doesn’t come.

Instead, Ash sinks to his knees.

“Don’t make a sound,” he orders, looking up
me. His lips curl in a possessive grin. “You’re going to want to
scream for this. Don’t.”

He pushes up my dress, and parts my thighs,
and licks up against my bare pussy in one hot, mind-blowing
stroke.

Oh. My. God!

FOUR

ASH

I feel her body tense in shock the minute my
tongue finds her clit. I grip her hips tighter, and lick again,
swirling over the sensitive nub and closing my lips over her to
suck deep.

JJ gasps, sinking back against the tree with
a whimper.

That’s right, darling. You’ve never felt it
like this before.

And I’m just getting started.

I hook her thighs over my shoulders so I’m
supporting her weight, prying her thighs wider to give me full
access to her delicious cunt.

Fuck, she tastes so good. Sweet and ripe,
slick with lust. I’ve fantasized a hundred times about claiming her
body, but this is hotter than I ever imagined.

I slide my tongue down to her dripping slit
and lap at her juices. JJ shudders, writhing against me. I reach up
and shove her back against the tree, roving to touch and squeeze at
her breasts. Jesus. They’re full and heavy, her nipples pressing
tight through her dress.

I pluck one hard, and feel her clench around
my tongue in response.

You like that, hmm?

I lick back up to her clit, devouring her
now with a hunger that courses through my veins. Fuck, I’ve waited
a lifetime for this, to feel her body arch against me, hear those
moans of pleasure echo from her lips.

I slide a hand up her thigh to join my
tongue, tracing around her lips until she’s bucking wildly against
my mouth.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I pull back,
glancing up as I murmur. I circle her wetness. JJ moans. “Do you
want me inside you?”

I slide one fingertip inside her. JJ
gasps.

“Is that what you want from me, baby?” I
pulse my finger, so shallow I’m barely inside her at all. I reach
out with my tongue and flick her clit.

JJ shudders. “Please,” she gasps.

The need in her voice goes straight to my
cock. Fuck. I could hear her beg forever.