Denying the Bad Boy(4)

“Totally my fault.” His voice was deep and gravelly, and he cleared it. Fuck, he probably sounded like some kind pervert. She wiggled out of his grasp, and he cursed himself. There was also no doubt he smelled like a brewery and liquor store combined into one. She smiled and went to walk away, so he spoke quickly. “I’m Alex Sheppard.”

He held his hand out, and she looked down at it. He felt like a damn high school teenager all tongue tied and shit. He was just going to drop his hand to his side because who in the hell shook hands at midnight, or if they weren’t going to an interview? Before he could drop his hand because he was feeling pretty douchy right now she reached out and took his hand in hers.

“Mary Trellis.” She inhaled deeply, and Alex couldn’t help but glance down. The cut of her shirt and the fact he was about a foot taller than what he assumed her to be five-foot-three frame, gave him the vantage point of seeing the slight swells of her breasts. And holy hell were they some awesome fucking tits. Big and round, and he knew they were natural. He could tell by the natural slope of them. His dick jerked behind his fly. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard your name around campus a few times.” She smiled brightly, all straight white teeth and a little dimple on her right cheek. She also had a blush starting along her slender throat and rising quickly to her cheeks. He found the sight hot as hell.

Damn, he could only imagine the raunchy shit she had heard about him. “Big time quarterback, right?” He breathed a sigh of relief that she was referring to football and not because she heard that he banged one of the cheerleaders in the North stairwell. And then as she waited for him to respond, he felt his damn cheeks heat. Holy hell, she had made him blush by just staring at him.

You’re such a fucking pussy, dude. Alex let go of her hand and took a step back. He didn’t like how she made him feel: off balanced, juvenile, and horny as hell. A moment of awkward silence passed before she lifted her hand in a wave.

“All right then. I’ll see you around.” She turned and waved at Racer, who was leaning against the banister, and by the smile on the fucker’s face Racer had seen his reaction to Mary.

“Here, let me walk you to your car.”

“It’s really okay. I’m just parked right out front.” He was already opening the front door and gesturing for her to go out first.

“There are a lot of drunk assholes out there tonight, well, most nights really.”

She smiled up at him, shrugged her shoulders, and headed outside. Alex was pretty good at reading people, and he didn’t miss the way her hands slightly shook as she dug in her purse for her keys. When she found them she unlocked her doors with a click of a button. A beep sounded, and lights flared to life. Alex trailed behind her, his eyes trained on her ass, one that was the perfect size for his hands. The cheeks of her bottom shook with every step she took, and there was no way he could stop the erection that grew harder with each passing second. He didn’t even bother trying. She made her way to a sporty little BMW sitting at the curb. He whistled low.

“Nice ride.” He wasn’t just thinking about the car. He had an image of her riding him in reverse, his hands on her ass and the cheeks spread wide. Fuck, he was so turned on. After he said something about her ride he immediately noticed a scowl on her face, but she did mutter a thank you. Okay, well clearly her mode of transportation was a sore spot.

“Thanks for walking me to my car.” She smiled again, a genuine one, and Alex realized he really liked it. It wasn’t fake or forced. She wasn’t fake. There were too many girls that hung around the parties he went to that were fake as shit and only trying to get in his pants because he was the quarterback. He snorted at his thoughts, because it sounded dumb as hell for a girl to get in a guy’s pants. Wasn’t it usually the other way around?

“No problem.” Shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, he asked himself what it was about this girl that got under his skin. Yeah, he had gotten turned on by other girls in the past, but this attraction he had to Mary was bordering on intense and fucking crazy. He liked the convenience of a one-night stand, and he sure as hell didn’t think about the chicks after they fucked. But looking at Mary, he knew she wasn’t like any of the girls he normally went after, which also meant she wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like she had some kind of damn tattoo on her forehead stating she was the “hard to get” kind of girl, but she did have this aura around her that screamed she was way too good for him.

Alex could admit that at this point in his life he enjoyed only a few things in life. When he wasn’t spending time with his parents and little sister Kiera, he was playing football, partying, or fucking. Of course there were always those occasional fights that got thrown in there, but that mixed things up a bit, and got rid of a lot of his aggression and energy he had deep inside of him.