Denying the Bad Boy:Tattooed and Pierced, 2(2)

"Yeah, I mean I'd hate to see you sitting on the bench during a game."  Kash grinned over at him. "You need a ride or you walking?'

"I'll just walk." They clapped each other on the back, and he headed out  and started walking toward the two-story house he shared with three  other guys. He had met Jordyn, Racer, and Klein back when he was a  freshman, and they all lived on the same floor in the dorms. It wasn't  until the beginning of this year that they all decided to rent a house  off campus. It was a hell of a lot cheaper than the dorms, especially  with four guys rooming together, and he didn't have to follow the  University's rules.                       
       
           



       

The whiskey started really kicking in he stumbled over his feet. He  should have cut himself off, because he knew damn well it was going to  be one hell of a morning. The small house he rented came into view, and  he took the steps of the front porch two at a time, which was a bad idea  since he tripped over the last one and nearly fell on his face. After  righting himself he pushed the door open. It had to be going on  midnight, yet the lower half of the house's lights were on, and when he  rounded the entryway and walked into the living room he saw why. Racer  sat on the couch, and a pretty little brunette was positioned on the  floor on the other side of the coffee table. Books and papers were  strewn across the table in front of them, and she was currently rubbing  her eyes.

"Adam, you know this stuff. It's late, we are both exhausted, and I  don't think any more information is going to stick in your brain." She  looked up, and Alex was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. Adam  "Racer" McNamara was on his fifth year at OSU because he couldn't decide  what he wanted to be when he grew up. He had a shit load of credits,  but they were so random and spread out that Alex didn't even think he  had one degree under his belt. Why anyone would want to hang around and  dish out tuition was beyond him, but then again as he looked at the  gorgeous brunette he could see the appeal.

"All right, it is late. You sure you're not too tired to drive? I can take you home if you want."

She stood, and so did Racer. It was funny as hell watching his roommate  become all flustered over some chick, but Alex didn't deny she was hot  as fuck. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts, and her long legs were the  color of peaches and cream. Her t-shirt wasn't tight enough that he  could see a whole lot, and although that was a little disappointing, he  also liked the fact she wasn't like half the girls around campus that  seemed to be in competition for "who can wear the tightest shirt".

She grabbed her bags and turned back to Racer. Alex should really leave,  but for some reason he was standing here like some kind of weirdo, and  checking out some girl that he didn't even know. He could blame it on  being drunk, because he was certainly getting there, and she was  starting to become slightly blurry, but in reality he just liked looking  at her, and not in just a sexual way. Yeah, she had a killer body with  some hot fucking curves, and he liked the fact she wasn't stick thin.  She actually looked like a woman, and not some anorexic teenager, a look  which seemed to be growing in popularity with a lot of the girls that  hung around him. There was some pretty filthy things flowing through his  mind concerning this brunette, but it wasn't just that. He watched the  way she lifted her long hair off her shoulder, and was transfixed by the  way her throat arched delicately. He also liked the sight of her  collarbones, which he could just barely make out through the V-neck of  her shirt.

Dude, get a fucking grip. You have to be pretty fucking drunk to be thinking up sappy shit like that.

"Maybe you can come over again tomorrow?" Alex would have laughed at the  hopeful tone in Racer's voice, but he was too focused on the girl.

She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "I actually have to tutor someone  tomorrow, and after that I have plans, but I can give you a call once I  get a look at my schedule and see when I have an opening. It'll probably  be next week, though."

Ah, so that was how an asshole had a girl as hot as her over this late.  She was tutoring his ass. She waved goodbye and started heading toward  the front door, but her eyes were on the ground and not on where she was  going. Alex could have easily moved out of the way, but then he  wouldn't have had an excuse to introduce himself, or to feel her body  mold to his. Yeah, he was a shady bastard like that. She ran right into  him, and he didn't bother hiding his smirk. Grabbing hold of her upper  arms, he steadied her and inhaled deeply.

Well fuck, she smelled like something sweet and citrusy. His damn cock  hardened instantly, and he willed the asshole to go limp. What kind of  introduction would it be if his erection was stabbing right between  them? He'd look like some kind of prick, no pun intended.

"God, I am so sorry." She glanced up at him, and the fogginess of the  alcohol in his system dimmed enough that she was crystal clear right in  front of him. Her eyes were huge, but in a good fucking way. She had  this almost innocent expression on her face, and that only made his  pulse beat faster, right at the tip of his cock. Her eyes were also  bluer than anything he had ever seen, and reminded him of the Caribbean.  God, had he resorted to this shit where he was comparing her body parts  to places in the world? He was acting like a damn fool.                       
       
           



       

"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.