Sexy Boy - Air
"Forget to tuck me in?" a hoarse masculine voice demanded.
It wasn't the first time she'd flushed at the sight of him like that… and it certainly wouldn't be the last…
Please God no… Mac didn't need to turn around to know it was the last human being on planet Earth she ever wanted to see again.
Dick Casablancas.
Sauntering towards her in a green polo shirt some surfer shorts. She straightened up even though her legs wanted to shake, adjusting her laptop bag over her shoulder and tried not to look so frazzled. Wasn't it enough she was already a lecture behind and she'd missed half of the classes she had managed to get to because she'd been nursing one hell of a hangover and trying to forget that night of mind-blowing, earth shattering sex?
Nothing in my life hadn't ever been pre-planned or premediated until that night….
Hot.. wild.. crazy…
Now all I wanted was a quiet morning… go to class… eat a veggie burger… think about how much taking up yoga would improve my bedroom gymnastics… instead I get a morning full of Dick…
"On what do you base that assumption?" Mac retorted quickly eager to escape now that her lady hormones were whispering inappropriate suggestions.
Sexy suggestions… sex… like she'd had with Dick Casablancas on almost every surface imaginable in his penthouse suite in the Neptune Grand. Sex that evidently, he was now remembering as well from his wolfish expression.
"On my bed last night… you weren't in it," he said stepping in front of her path, one brow raised as he fixed her with a watchful expression.
Damn he had great face… all masculine lines and those sculpted lips…
"How dare you?" she snapped mutinously as a few people walking by stared. She wanted to slap him, hard. Shaking her head angrily she tucked a tendril of dark hair behind her ear.
Drinks in, wits out… Can't blame the Tequila for this one Mac, because it was 100% the flaming sambucca's that got you into this mess but that's no excuse for this really sober Tsunami in your panties.
She should have known he'd confront her directly sooner or later.
What the hell did he even want? Fine, she knew exactly what he wanted…
Dick held her gaze, confident, bold and a little scary. "I wasn't aware you needed a formal invitation, but I hope you're well rested… you'll need it."
"You're in violation of the restraining order," Mac stammered and tried to side-step him and continue to class.
"Restraining order?" he asked following her movement and crossing his arms.
"The one I have against insanity… you know repeating the same mistake over and over expecting a different result?"
Blue eyes flashed fire. "Results like hot sex?"
Don't answer that…
She opened her mouth and closed it again. Right then she wanted the ground to just open up and swallow her. She was not going to enter some hellish battle of post-coital wills with Dick. The cornucopia of Hearst sorority sisters already knew that he was the perfect guy for a no-strings-attached screaming good time.
And so do you… a taunting treacherous voice mocked.
"If I say 'yes' you are going to take it personally aren't you?" she sighed. Horror filled her at the idea of being subject to the full Casablancas relentless flirting, charm and being cornered in dark hallways with seductive whispers.
A girl could only be so strong..
"You're wasting your time and mine," Dick declared spreading his hands wide. A flush moved under his skin as her stormy grey eyes moved over him.
He was all muscle, lean and tall but not bulky and after she'd let her greedy hands feverishly learn every inch of tanned skin beneath those ridiculous shirts… Calvin Klein worthy abs and those powerful legs…
The fog in her eyes cleared and she blinked away whatever had caused those grey eyes to darken like an approaching storm. His smile turned cocky and sure.
He wished like anything he could climb inside her head, know if she was recalling as much of how their bodies had fit together as he was… if she'd been as tormented over the last two days as he'd been.
Why the hell had she left the following morning?
"Why?" she asked licking her lips. "You don't even like me."
Why? Because You're supposed to be labelled under a big red X and everything… but its more like a bullseye… I wanna bury myself inside you and see if it's really as good as I keep jerking off about…
"You're a female, I'm alive.. I'm easy" he shrugged with a cocky grin.
God he was getting hard, it was so easy to imagine her innocent wide eyes staring up at him while she sobbed his name… He'd been sitting in his bed this morning realizing how naturally it felt she belonged there.
How much it grated on him that she wasn't…
Her eyes narrowed. "Well I'm not!"
Hedonistic and Mac didn't belong in the same sentence and he knew it.
"You're sure?" he teased, running a hand through his blond hair, a predatory glint in his eye.
She didn't need to think of him primed for the kill like a lion when she was obviously all he had on his menu... Her sexy white skin took on the most alluring strawberry-tint as he approached. Her legs began to shake, her blood pumping in a heavy pulse.
"We have to stop…" she said with a tremble as he brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, leaning closer. Frozen trapped by the heat of his gaze, her legs were useless.
"I've been dreaming about you, Mac… I want to taste you," he whispered, his heavy stare travelling over her in a seductive slow tease, he was tempted to cover the pouty lip she chewed with his own, to cup her pert breasts with those hardened nipples and knead them with his fingers like a cat.
She had all kinds of natures bounty going on under that dark shirt… how he'd never noticed in high school was evidence of a major oversight on his part…
"Mac!" a male voice called, releasing her from the moment.
Fumbling with her laptop strap she stepped away from him and smiled awkwardly to the newcomer.
"Bronson!" she said recovering quickly and her obvious relief to have an excuse to end their encounter grated on Dick.
"Hey!" the stranger smiled in greeting, wrapping an arm over shoulder.
"Sup?" Dick said, cutting a glare at Mac, trying to resist the urge to resort to chest thumping like a caveman.
"Dick, you remember Bronson from the other night…" Mac said, her grey eyes unflinching.
"Not particularly," he huffed.
Not as much as I remember your do-me heels and sexy as fuck underwear as I drove into you over and over and we did things to each other that it should be illegal in all 50 states...
"Bronson Pope… my boyfriend" she told him.
Caro Emerald - That Man blasted through the wall from the other side of her dorm room. Her stomach somersaulted as she removed the brown paper from the parcel she'd just received from their RA Courtney moments ago.
A small frame in her hands about the size of an A4 sheet of paper…
"An unsolicitated Dick pic?" Mac groaned.
It was renaissance style oil portrait of Dick Casablancas, one arm casually rested behind his head with leaning back against the dark satiny pillows of a large king size bed, naked except for a leopard print throw curled tastefully over the more anatomically interesting parts. An infuriating mix of appreciation of the artists skill and jealousy at the thought of someone seeing him like this made her shake her head. The artist had made him look so beautifully, utterly male with an unmistakably heated expression in his blue eyes.
Even the painted version of Dick was taunting her as she avoided the flesh and blood one.
Come to bed with me…
Her breasts tightened, the thought of rubbing her hands through that tangled blonde hair and running her tongue along that taut tanned skin and feeling his body possess hers as those powerful muscles shifted her into position beneath him made the temperature of her blood rise.
When the hell had he had time to commission a freaking oil painting of himself?
Looking down at the small card that accompanied it.
"I want you naked in the worst possible way."
Thank Heavens Parker was not here or there was no way she'd be able to explain this. She wasn't sure if it was insured, or if it would count as criminal damage if she threw it away should he demand it back, so she opted to slide it beneath her bed until she could figure out what to do.
Vowing that this was the closest Dick Casablancas was ever going to get to her bed… ever!
Why was he doing this to her? Surely Hearst had enough mindless cheerleader lemmings to torment?
He'd paid someone in the Hearst Hacktivism & Ethics Network (HHEN) to hijack her laptop remotely and so far her attempts to remove his access hadn't disappeared completely. The patch her classmate Brant had promised could fix it wouldn't be ready until tomorrow. She had been ignoring him since he'd sent her an email of a dry cleaning bill. If this is how kids with Helicopter parents felt when they had those spy apps put on their stuff to invade their privacy.. she was considering offering her security upgrading services for free.
Opening her laptop and clicking the chat screen. He must have been playing a game but after a few moments of seeming confused a flash of perfect white teeth lit up his face.
"It's not happening," she told him firmly waving the little note at the screen.
"How can you be so cold after you took my virginity?" he gasped with mock hurt and deep color flared in her cheeks when she realized that he was laying on his bed at the Neptune Grand.
"You were not a virgin!" Mac growled, her narrowed gaze cut through all the charm he was slinging her way.
Blowing out his breath he shrugged. "I might have been…You didn't answer my calls."
"I was on a date," she said simply.
"With Bronson?" he said in a hard voice, passing a hand over his blonde hair.
"With my boyfriend," she corrected, it was easier to be firmer with him this way than having the disadvantage of having to look up at him and smell that citrus and sandalwood tones of his cologne.
Crystal blue eyes narrowed. "So you said yesterday."
This is like my own private hell… I have to stop remembering so much…
"Why are you being like this?" she pleaded. In response he sent her a small link to the CCTV footage of the two of them making out in the elevator before they headed to his penthouse.
"The full version is the usual highlights of an X-rated movie…" he shrugged and she took a visibly deep breath.
"Fine! You're very… skilful…. Can we just forget it happened?" she asked. He let out an angry bark of laughter, his blue eyes almost looking hostile.
Was she serious?
He had a hard-on that could break bricks and he couldn't stop replaying the feel of his hard length pressed against her bare belly and easing into her bare sex at the moment between one breath and their next kiss and her grey eyes opening wide, pulling him away like a fucking riptide into that bliss at the tactile proof of their bodies joining. Her heels digging into his backside for leverage as they met one another thrust for thrust into insanity.
"Why? You practically begged.. 'yes Dick… touch me… right there... oh yes please.. Dick… like that!' No one has ever gotten to me the way you have. The way you do," he said casting her a baffled look.
"For a lot of valid reasons!" she said defensively, squeezing her thighs together.
He made it so hard to say no…. to stay away….
"Then come out with me… you can blame those frou-frou drinks again.. None of those excuses I give a damn because you have an excellent body, small but lushly curved just like a woman should be… and even if you gave me your sweet ass right now.. I want to do so many things…I don't know if it would be enough…" Dick said trailing his fingers through his wavy blond hair, leaving him looking freshly molested. His blue eyes looked like they were trying to bend her to his will through the screen.
"That's out of line!" Mac scolded. "I didn't offer you my…"
"Doesn't take a whole day to recognise sunshine… this is going to happen again.. and often… you know it, and I know it!" he said, impatience radiating from him.
Furiously she slammed the top down on her laptop and grabbed her student swipe pass. Forget the patch, she was just going to use the security server in the computer lab. The man was clearly insane, unfortunately Sheriff Lamb would be less than useless even if she did finally decide enough was enough… her dorm room was the only guaranteed Dick Free Zone. The computer lab was blissfully empty so she could work undisturbed.
"What?!" she cursed spluttering coffee down herself as glanced towards her tablet to see Dick on the screen.
"Kapow! You don't wanna see me… here's my face!" he taunted.
"You hacked my facebook account?" Mac growled, trying to dab down the coffee free from her white top.
Great… this was going to stain if she didn't get it washed soon. Thankfully at this hour most of the building was empty aside from the occasional poetry reading or staff meeting in the Hearst canteen. She pulled out a fresh shirt from her bag, a habit picked up after being left naked and abandoned in a hotel room by Cassidy Casablancas at the end of Senior year.
"Because you refuse to talk terms!" he said scowling as her wicked hips moved away from the screen and she pulled off her shirt.
She could go back to her boyfriend but did she have to be such a fucking tease?
"This is called stalking!" Mac told him firmly. "Where are you? You're not welcome!"
Was there such a thing as an exorcism for electronic devices?
"Within walking distance," he said, his gaze focused ahead as he continued moving. Shock etched in her features.
Oh no… Mac looked at the computer lab door and thought about grabbing her computer. Veronica was on library duty right?
"Within walking… you're tracking me?!" she exclaimed tossing the device in her bag.
Mac tossed the last of their dinner into the trash and bid both Parker and Veronica goodnight. Most of the dorm was at a sorority party tonight and the others were probably tormenting Veronica at the library for study materials, cramming for finals. A misspent youth finding her way around firewalls gave her the advantage of acing Professor Stevens Ethical Hacking assignments.
Two missed calls from Bronson...
She was exhausted. At this point, she wasn't sure which guy she was avoiding, and that alone made her certain she belonged in a mental institution.
She'd had a plan, a romance plan when she started College this year, find a guy, a nice guy, boring and safe... like Piz, but the comfortable happy bubble she'd crawled into with Bronson was thorough popped by a huge Dick.
And God he was huge...
Mac ran her hands over her hot body at the memory. She'd been on fire since waking up in his room, obsessing over every detail.
"Been a dirty girl?" Dick asked in a serious tone leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as Mac pulled by the shower curtain open.
Shrieking she pulled the towel up over herself and darted her eyes around the communal showers. "You can't be in here!"
How long had he been there? Oh God.. had he heard her?
"It's a gender neutral space... you have some personal offence to sharing a shower with me?" he grinned, yanking off his shorts and kick them aside.
Her eyes pingponged over his gloriously naked body as he tossed his clothes into the laundry basket beside him and stepped back into a cubicle as she clamped her mouth shut.
Ocean eyes scanning her face as his steps ate up the space between them.
"It's about to get steamy in here..." he cautioned, nuzzling his nose against her ear.
