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At this point, I've pretty much stopped trying to tear my gaze away from her. Every time I make a concerted effort to do so, it somehow finds its way back again.
The attraction humming through my body is completely baffling. This girl isn't even my usual type. Like at all.
For one thing, she's got a ton of attitude. Can't exactly say I've ever stumbled across that before. And she doesn't want anything to do with me either. Which is another first. I probably shouldn't enjoy needling her as much as I do. But I can't seem to help myself, it's so damn easy. Not to mention entertaining.
Trying to be objective, I allow my gaze to slide over her body. The girl is all long lean lines with a high tight ass. I'm the first to admit that I usually go for a girl with a lot of soft curves. Big breasts, small nipped in waist, and a nicely rounded ass. This one- Ivy-isn't built like that at all.
She looks kind of...well...flat.
Plus, there's no ass to speak of.
But she's got legs for miles. I think they might actually start under her armpits.
And yet there's something about her. Something that has my gaze constantly shifting back to her. Like a puzzle I can't quite solve. Apparently, I won't be letting this go until I either figure it out or fuck her.
As much as I would like to fuck her and move on, I don't think that's going to happen. Although I could be wrong. For all I know, this could be some big show she's putting on. Playing hard to get or some shit like that.
You know what the most hilarious part of today has been?
As soon as I'd walked into my business ethics class, I'd spotted her with her hand covering her face like she was trying to hide from me.
Even now my lips twitch as I think about it.
Fucking cute as hell. Seriously.
"Dude, I don't like the look on your face."
My gaze slides to Dylan, who has sidled up to me while I was zoning out.
Going for nonchalant, I shrug. "What are you talking about?"
He nods toward the girls who are currently out there dancing their proverbial asses off. Even though Dylan self-admittedly doesn't have any moves whatsoever, he isn't about to leave his woman out there unattended. They've already drawn quite a crowd of horny guys.
And who can blame those dudes?
Both of them are sexy as hell. Lexie with all her sweet curves and Ivy with her tight athletic body moving with so much grace that it's mesmerizing.
Well, I'm mesmerized by it.
I take a quick peek around, noticing that I'm not the only one checking her out. My hand tightens around the green glass bottle I'm holding.
"Screwing around with her, dude, it's a bad idea."
I take a long pull from my beer not really wanting to hear what Dylan has to say on the subject. In all honesty, Dylan doesn't give a damn if I fuck Ivy. He only cares that fucking her could somehow inadvertently effect his relationship with Lexie. If I screw over her friend, he's going to end up hearing about it.
Apparently, my poker face isn't what it used to be because he keeps on yammering. "Lexie will kick your ass if you mess with Ivy. You know that, right?"
Yeah...he's not lying either.
Lexie will seriously do it. She might be small and pixie-like, but she can get her crazy on. I've seen her go ape shit. Plenty of times. It's not pretty. Although, if it's not happening to you specifically, then it's hilarious. You can just sit back and enjoy the show.
Been there, done that.
Even though I should deny it, I hear myself asking, "What if she's into it?"
Because come on... they're always into it. I've yet to meet a girl not into getting it on.
My gaze slides over her for the umpteenth time. The fluid way she moves her body has my balls tightening and my cock stirring with interest. I bet she's a freaking wildcat in bed. I wonder if she can bend her body into a whole bunch of sexy positions.
I should probably stop thinking about that while I'm standing around with Dylan.
He chuckles before lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a long pull. "Yeah. She's into you all right. I've never seen a girl want you less. It's actually pretty fucking hilarious. Don't think I'm not totally loving it, dude." He laughs again before his brows snap together and the smile falls clean off his face. "That's it, isn't it?"
I shoot him a look. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"She doesn't want you." He groans, "Christ...she's a challenge."
Since I can't deny that he's wrong, I don't say anything at all. It's called plausible deniability.
"Hey, King."
A pretty little blonde wraps herself around me. I give her an easy smile as my gaze flicks over the rest of her. Now this girl is definitely my type. Curvy and filled out in all the right places. A tight pink T-shirt with Greek letters stretches its way over her nicely rounded titties all the while showcasing a fair amount of cleavage.
I should totally be into this girl.
And yet, for some reason, my attention strays to the writhing bodies about twenty feet away from me. Specifically zeroing in on Ivy. Some dude has come up behind her and has his hands on her narrow waist. Instantly forgetting about the blonde nestled against me, I almost stalk over there when I see Ivy wiggle out of his grasp before sliding away.
"King?"
Blondie strokes her delicate hand over my chest as my gaze settles on hers.
She's certainly pretty, I'll give her that. And on any other night, I'd be giving her a lot more than that. But I'm just not feeling it tonight. Which is definitely strange, to say the least.
Unsure what to do, I take another drink of my beer. Normally, this would be the point in the evening where I wait for a chick to come on to me before finding a room upstairs to fool around in.
Already I know that's not going to happen.
For whatever reason, this girl who isn't even my type, is throwing off my whole game. I don't like it. I think Dylan is right-she's the first girl in I-don't-know-how-long, maybe ever, who isn't interested in being boned by me. Which, unfortunately, has me losing interest in all the other willing prospects craving my attention. Of which there are many.
That's some seriously perverse shit...right?
I'm no psychology major, but I'm pretty sure there's a name for wanting something you can't have. Although, quite honestly, I plan to have her. Hopefully tonight. This-whole I-don't-want-you shtick she's got going on is probably just that-a shtick.
"Hey, King, missed you over the summer."
Another hot chick has sidled up to me and is currently pressing her double D's against the side of my arm. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying. They both stare at me with longing and promise in their heated gazes.
I should take the pair of them upstairs and give them what they want.
Except...I know it's not really me they want. They want Roan King-the Barnett football star. The guy who will hopefully go in the first round of the NFL draft later this year. They want a piece of my notoriety. They want to be balled by the king of campus.
Yeah, yeah... I know, boo-hoo. Poor fucking Roan.
You know what? A year ago, two years ago, that shit wouldn't have bothered me at all. It didn't make one damn bit of difference why these girls were spreading their legs so easily. I just enjoyed that they were.
Trust me, I enjoyed it every single weekend. Sometimes more. Now it feels old and tired. If you can believe that. I know, it's difficult to wrap your mind around.
All these faceless strangers wanting to hang out with me all the time. But they don't know me. Hell, they don't know anything about me. Not the real me. I could be a freaking serial killer for all they care. They wouldn't give one damn shit.
Do you know how seriously messed up that is?
My gaze moves from the blonde clinging to me to the gorgeous brunette curled up under my other arm. It's obvious they would be willing to screw me together. Hell, they'd probably get off on it. One would be snapping action shots while the other was getting her brains fucked out. And the photos would end up plastered across that dumbass website that shadows my every move.
I'm not going to lie, just like all the easy chicks and my NFL prospect notoriety, the website devoted solely to me was flattering at first. Now it just irritates the hell out of me. I've had my ass chewed out by Coach on more than one occasion for pictures of me partying or getting it on with some random chick that were posted to that site or someone's Instagram.
So now I have to be more careful. I've started wearing a ballcap so I can move around campus unnoticed. It's completely ridiculous.
Even I know I'm not that fucking interesting.
I came here tonight prepared to celebrate the kickoff to yet another great year of college. Probably my last. I was going to down a few beers, maybe get laid, but I don't think that's going to happen anymore. Even though I have two beautiful women wrapped up in my arms, screwing them is the last thing on my mind.
Like a heat seeking missile, my gaze zeros in on the reason for my disinterest.
That's the moment I see that fuckwad lacrosse player, Finn McKenzie, dragging Ivy away. Damn, I should have never taken my eyes off her.
"Hey," Blondie gasps as I pull away from the pair of them without any explanation.
"King!" the brunette whines, "where are you going? I thought we were going to-"
Not wanting to take my gaze off her again, I throw a halfhearted apology over my shoulder. "Sorry, ladies. A friend needs me."
Well...that statement is up for interpretation.
What I've learned about Ivy is that she can be prickly and isn't impressed by my status like everyone else seems to be. Until I get a handle on what my game plan is, I'm not about to watch some douchebag player like Finn McKenzie swoop in and steal her away. Now, once I'm finished, he's more than welcome to take her off my hands.
Even though this party is jammed packed, the crowd parts so I have a clear path leading straight to Ivy. People are slapping my shoulder and back in greeting as I pass by. I don't bother acknowledging any of them. My eyes are totally focused on the way Finn is manhandling her upper arm.
I don't like it. Not one damn bit.
That's just one of the many differences between McKenzie and me. He's all brute strength and I'm finesse. Unless I'm on the football field. Then I'll pound your ass for looking at me sideways.
In case you haven't realized it yet-I don't care for Finn McKenzie. The guy is a total tool. He's a lacrosse player and thinks he's a big shit around here. Clearly, it chafes his ass that I'm the bigger shit. The dude thinks everything between us is a pissing match. And normally, I'm more than happy to oblige and give him a run for his money.
But that's not going to happen with Ivy. Until I get my head wrapped around her, she's mine. I'm calling dibs.
The music is loud, and people are laughing, talking, and shouting all around us. I slide in beside Ivy before snaking an arm around her. Finn blinks in surprise at my sudden arrival on the scene. I can't help but smirk in return.
Sure, there's a part of me that doesn't want to see Ivy get messed up with Finn and then there's another part that enjoys fucking with him. Sometimes it really is the simple pleasures in life you have to take the time to enjoy.
Finn's eyes narrow at me before sliding angrily back to Ivy. "Do you know this guy?"
I almost grin but don't, because even though I rode to the party with this girl and had my arm wrapped around her, she's blinking at me as if she doesn't know who the hell I am. Which would really make me look like some dipshit loser in front of Finn.
That's not a risk I'm willing to take.
I pull her against me before cutting in, "Ivy and I have a class together." Then I add a slow sly smile meant to get under his skin. "And we also happen to be neighbors."
If it's possible, his eyes narrow further until they're practically slits. If the sudden tick in his jaw is any indication, then, yeah, I'm totally getting to him.
"Well, that's great but we're having a private conversation. So, why don't you take off, King. I'm sure there are a dozen groupies waiting in line to get laid by the king of campus."
Ivy flinches at the ugly words.
My gaze drills into Finn's as I ask her in a tightly strung voice, "Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?"
The endearment has Finn's face turning an ugly mottled shade of red like he's on the verge of blowing a gasket. I can't say his reaction doesn't please me.
He nods his head toward the door. "Let's get out of here, Ivy, so we can talk without all this noise."
Over my dead body is that happening. Unconsciously, my hold on her tightens.
For the first time since I've slid my arm around Ivy, she finally speaks up. "Now's not really a good time, Finn."
Frustrated by her answer and probably by the fact I'm here with my arm around her, Finn grits out, "You won't return any of my calls or text messages. How can we talk when you keep ignoring me?"
Hmm. That sounds suspiciously like they know each other. Since Ivy just returned from a trip abroad that had her out of the country for more than a year, I'm guessing they must have had a relationship prior to her leaving.
She shifts from one foot to the other before finally saying, "We'll sit down and talk this week, okay? I don't really want to get into it right now."
"Why not?" His eyes darken as he glares. "You suddenly part of King's pussy posse?"
Gasping, her eyes flare wide right before narrowing. I would have thought her voice would be cutting and angry, like it was when she dealt with me today. But it's not. She actually sounds hurt.
"Is that really what you think of me, Finn?" She waits a beat before adding with a little more heat, "If you do, then I don't understand why you're trying so hard to get back together with me."
He has the good grace to flush before shaking his head. Which is kind of hilarious, because Finn McKenzie is a big dude who tops out around six foot two with broad shoulders. Although I'm six three with broader shoulders.
What? I'm just saying...
Unfortunately, what I've gleaned from this conversation has confirmed my suspicions about their prior involvement. I'm curious about what happened between them for Ivy not to return his calls or text messages.
I'm about to run my hand over Ivy's slender back when she ducks out of my arms before stalking off without so much as a single word. She totally leaves us standing there with our dicks in our hands like a couple of douchebags.
Although that certainly doesn't mean we aren't going to take a few parting shots at each other. Old habits die hard.
Finn steps into my space, his eyes hardening. "Stay the fuck away from her, King."
Amused, I raise a brow at his tone. Is this guy serious? Does he really think he can scare me off like I'm some damn freshman pussy who's intimidated by the likes of him?
Fat fucking chance of that happening.
I'm not worried about getting into a fight with freaking McKenzie. I've got a good thirty pounds of muscle on him. And in case you're wondering, Finn's no slouch in the muscle department. I just so happen to have more. Neither of us are afraid to throw a punch which means this could explode into one hell of an ugly brawl in the blink of an eye.
"And if I don't?" My words are quietly spoken but he hears them well enough over the noise pressing in on us.
"I'll fucking come after you so hard, you'll have to skip the draft this year."
Hands tightening at my sides, my eyes narrow as heat and rage leap into them. God, I would love to kick this guy's ass. It would be cathartic. "You threatening me, McKenzie?"
He takes a step away, an unexpected smile gracing his lips. "Nope. Just telling you to back off. Ivy's not one of the trashy groupies you're constantly dipping your dick in. She's way too good for someone like you."
With that he leaves me standing there...dick in hand.
As I watch him go, I suddenly wonder what the hell I'm doing. I don't know this Ivy chick at all. I've only just met the girl today. Why does she have me wound so tightly around the axel? Shaking my head, I turn around only to find Dylan watching me.
Yep. He definitely looks pissed off.
Fuck.
Maybe I need to get laid after all. Maybe that'll be enough to wipe this girl from my thoughts. As the crowd parts, three girls I recognize cling to my arms.
Yeah.
I think this is exactly what I need.
Ivy who?
That's right...
That's exactly right.
