I watched as Dean said nothing to me, going to grab a few of the pizza boxes. His friends picked up the ones he couldn’t carry. Were they feeding the entire campus? Who the hell ordered that many pizzas?
All but one left, and I turned my head up to glare at the guy who’d stayed.
This one… oh, this one was a bit more my style. Eyes a beautiful blue, warm and inviting, set on a tanned face with a stubbly square jaw. Dark brown hair cut short on the sides of his head, a bit longer on top. Taller, wider, all in all more impressive than that Dean guy.
I crossed my legs, feeling a warmth start to grow between my thighs. God, it’s been too long since I’d had sex. “What are you hanging around for?” I asked him. “Are you waiting for me to tell you what’s up, too? Tall, dark, and brooding might’ve worked ten years ago, but in today’s age, you’re just creepy.”
Creepy wasn’t the right word, not at all, but I didn’t let that stop me from saying it.
This guy was more like, bend me over this table right now and fuck my brains out, please.
He leaned down, placing his hands flat against the table in front of me. I’d say he was well over six feet tall, and he towered over me easily. Getting this close to me, I could practically taste his muscles.
Yeah, that didn’t make sense. Whatever.
“Careful,” he warned me. “Dean might be overcompensating, but I’m not.”
Ooh, challenge accepted, buddy. “If there’s one thing you should know about me, Blue, it’s that I’m not careful.” Not the most creative nickname, but those eyes… I didn’t think I’d ever seen eyes that blue before.
He gave me a smile. A ridiculously slow smile that sent my insides tumbling. “You should be,” he said, locking gazes with me. “You should be very careful when it comes to me.”
I couldn’t tell if this was a serious warning, or if he was egging me on. I wasn’t about to turn tail and run away. Kelsey Yates wasn’t that kind of girl, and if this guy stuck around, he’d figure that out soon enough.
“Trust me, whatever you’ve got, I’ve seen already.” I spoke it with a shrug, although I was fairly certain I might be wrong. Turning my head, I found his friends still waited for him at the side doors to the union. The one named Dean was still glaring, while the others were gesturing for Blue to hurry it up here.
A part of me didn’t want him to go. He was cute, a devastating kind of cute. The kind of cute that made you sit back and realize that God was real, because how else could a face like that have come about?
Blue straightened his back, smirking down at me. Now, I normally wasn’t one for smirks—I found them stupidly over the top and too cliched—but his smirk had me hooked. “You’ve never met a man like me before,” he stated, walking away right after speaking, not giving me an opportunity to say my comeback.
I didn’t call out for him, but I did watch him go. His back was wide, the shirt on his shoulders tugged taut over the muscles. Even his ass was nice. Bet it felt even better when it was hot and sweaty and attached to a dick that was pounding into me.
But I guess that was getting ahead of myself, huh?
Car Sex—er, Sex Against the Car, Levi’s POV
Kelsey couldn’t hook up with Grady. Grady was… well, he was Grady, and Kelsey was way out of his league. She was only doing this because of me, because of what she’d seen at the party. She had to have known I’d be there, that she’d see me. Kelsey wanted to rub it in my face, but fuck that, I wasn’t going to let her.
Kissing Keira was wrong. The only girl whose lips I wanted to taste were hers, and I’d be damned if I let those two go off and have their fun without a say in it.
It took me a few moments to realize it, so by the time I was out of the fraternity house, Kelsey and Grady were already long gone. I picked up my pace, heading towards the parking lot, where they said they were going.
To hook up in his car. Like fuck they would.
Grady’s old car was a beat-up station wagon two rows into the parking lot, and though it wasn’t near any light poles, I could still see them. He had her pinned to the passenger’s side, his mouth on hers.
My blood boiled. If ever I could’ve killed someone, it was right then. Just wrap my hands around Grady’s throat and get him the fuck away from Kelsey. My girl.
I made it to their side; they were too lost in each other to hear my approach. I grabbed his shoulder, pulling Grady off Kelsey and slamming his body into the car beside us. To say I was fuming would be a huge fucking understatement.
Grady’s eyes were wide, and he was scared, but I didn’t let that stop me.
My fist grabbed his collar. Right now, I didn’t even look at Kelsey, all of my attention focused on Grady and the hard dick poking at his pants. “If you ever think about touching her again, I’ll rip your dick off and feed it to you,” I promised. It wasn’t a threat if I meant it.
“Dude,” he muttered, breathing hard, “you can have her.” He practically tripped as he ran away once I let go of him.
I was sluggish in turning to face Kelsey. I guess, technically she and I weren’t together anymore, but that didn’t mean I’d be automatically okay with
