(Saving Abel - Addicted)

Dick lay sprawled on the floor of the computer lab processor room with his trousers pulled halfway down his legs panting and running a hand through his dishevelled blond hair.

"We were just totally sober just now.." he commented as he looked up at Mac who was pulling back on her own jeans hurriedly.

"Don't remind me…" she scolded, her cheeks were flushed and her dark lipstick was smudged from their kisses.

"This is like the third time we've done this now…" he continued as he pulled up his own trousers and started to fasten his button.

"Uh huh…" she said, searching the floor frantically for her bra.

"Like… in a week" he repeated.

"Have you seen my other shoe?" she asked as she picked up her bra and stuffed it into her jacket pocket.

"I mean it's cool… but if we are going to keep doing this.. we could at least go someplace that doesn't have such cold ass tiles" he suggested as he looked at the cold floor and handed her the black converse trainer.

"That would imply that this had been planned… which it wasn't.." she dismissed, pulling her shoe on and frowning.

"You texted me.." he said, bewildered.

"Yeah.. well…" she muttered dismissively, trying to see if it was still clear to leave.

"You said you were going to fuck my brains out" he said as he opened up his flip phone and showed her the text.

"I know what it says.. I wrote it" Mac replied as she looked despairingly at Dick Casablanca's, the college frat boy she had just spent the last half hour screwing in the server room of her computer lab. It had been exactly two weeks since she had gotten drunk with him at the movies and they had ended up in bed together. She hadn't been able to resist going back for more ever since. She had just broken up with her adorable animal rights activist Bronson about three days ago, and she had been sneaking around at almost every opportunity to have wild sex with Dick whenever they had the chance.

He was her complete opposite. He was a party mad frat boy who sailed his way through college on his looks and his charm and his parents money. His entire life had the consistency of a CollegeHumor video, he took nothing seriously unless it involved a surfboard or playing beer pong. He had no ambition… and yet he was like catnip.

Cindy "Mac" MacKenzie prided herself on being a woman of substance, of breaking the mould, she was a tech genius, a self-confessed nerd and ambitious. Bronson had fit all of her goals, he made her a fitter, more challenging, caring version of herself… but he was like eating popcorn with no toffee. Dick was like firecrackers on her tongue. It was a chemistry she hadn't ever expected.

"Look we both know what this is…" she told him emphatically.

"You click your fingers, I come a running and you rip my clothes off?" he suggested, frowning his horizontal playmate.

"Exactly.. and then you go away and we don't talk about this… to anyone!" she warned.

Good, he didn't want to risk her mentioning their activities to someone who might talk her out of all the nakedness.

"Yeah.. but if you came over to my place.. we could go a couple of rounds.." he tempted.

The thought of being able to take their time, of being able to go multiple rounds and really get creative was almost too much, she had to shake her head to interrupt the dirty thoughts forming.

He knew she would never go for it, Veronica and Logan were practically living together lately at the Penthouse in the Neptune Grand where he shared with his best friend, and her dorm room was out of the question because of her very gossipy roommate Parker. Not that Parker would disagree with her "embracing the college experience" but it was embarrassing… she had made such a fuss about her vehement dislike of Dick Casablanca's and everything he stood for. For Gods sakes, he was Madison Sinclairs ex-boyfriend.. the girl who she had been switched at birth with…

Not to mention he was the older brother of her dead ex-boyfriend Cassidy Casablanca's… the boy who had broken her heart and killed 37 people.

"Not going to happen… but that doesn't mean we couldn't get a room someplace" she said finally pursing her lips.

"YES.. minx!" he smiled as he pulled on his blue shirt.

What on Earth was she doing?

"You wanna meet me at Serenity in an hour?" he teased as he handed her back her underwear.

Boldly she stepped forwards and pushed the silky black panties into the front pocket of his jeans.

She would have to deal with Parker first…

"I'll see you there in 2" she agreed before turning on her heel and storming out of the processor room and pulling her back pack over her shoulder.

Dick had spent the next hour convincing Logan that inviting Daddy Mars and his girlfriend out to dinner with Veronica before Wallace's basketball game would be a great way to score points... so that he had the entire penthouse free to Score himself.

Had they broken the bed?

His bedroom looked like the aftermath of a stag party…

"I am not wearing a t-shirt that says I Heart Dick," Mac scowled looking at the white fabric Dick was holding out to her as she fastened her jeans. Her original shirt buttons had been damaged when they'd stripped each other naked in a starving frenzy on the way to his bedroom.

Whatever pick-up artist propaganda or testosterone-driven delusion told him those were a good idea needed some serious recalibration.

The fact that her afternoon hook-up kept a playful supply of bikini thongs, and t-shirts complete with skimpy Daisy Dukes all emblazoned with a declaration of Loving Dick, and that Spanking Is My Cardio… was exactly part of the reason why she mentally kicked herself for doing this-again.

Don't start thinking you're special or different and don't need the rules. Besides… Lunch time liaisons didn't count right?

"Right…" he said tossing it back into the drawer while he moved around the room gloriously naked.

Feeling jealous about the future recipients of the contents in that drawer was probably an indicator this was turning into more than just casual sex. She thought miserably. You're name is not Microsoft… you cannot crash here… his idea of long-term is less than a weekend.

Only Dick could hand out post booty-call t-shirts like some kind of participation trophy for his usual duck-lipped airbrushed lemmings and not end up the subject of his own Neptune Hastag.

She took a quick visual inventory of her things, phone, keys, shredded panties... Everything she would have to take with her when she left. Sleeping over? That would be crossing a line.

She was supposed to be limiting the number of hit it and quit it sexy time encounters to once per week. Not the six separate times they'd spent together in the past four days alone.

Coming back to the Neptune Grand with a hot, blond surfer was not what she had planned when she stopped to get gelato after class. Especially not when he had managed to seduce her with one of the worst pickup lines and an infuriatingly self-assured grin.

"Are you Bluetooth enabled? Because I feel like pairing…"

They hadn't had any formal discussion about this arrangement between them but if they had… Thou Shall Not Cuddle would definitely have been one of those rules. California heat wasn't the only thing making her sweat.

I wouldn't want to shine a blacklight in here pretty much ever.

"My shoe is right there," she said pointing behind him. Intense blue eyes glared down at the single black chuck by his bed.

"You're leaving?" he complained. Mental note… next time, aim her shoes at the balcony… "I wish you were a door, I'd bang you every day."

"What were you expecting… Netflix and Chill?" Mac asked moving around him to pick it up.

Fun without the commitment, wasn't that the point of this little arrangement of theirs? If it was covered on her parents health insurance, a therapist would be having a field day with this current situation.

"Amazon Prime and round three?" he countered scooping his hands around her waist and pulling her into his body. "Screw me if I'm wrong…"

This.

This was why she could never quite resist him. His mouth on hers, his tongue dancing with her own.

The incorrigible bad boy with the hot drugging kisses that made her dizzy and drunk. Dick's touch was like the tornado that diverted the plane hosting whatever sanity marbles she was missing that had her doodling his name in her binder and watching his Instagram stories from Parkers Instagram account.

Vulnerability is terrifying…

"When I wake up in the morning, you are the first thing that I want to see," Dick rasped turning them so the back of her legs bumped against his bed. His hands, hungry and possessive, plucking the shoes from her hand and tossing them away again. "Stay…"

Be what you are… an inner voice urged Mac. Stay in the safezone… Just casual sexy fun with a guy who has trouble keeping it in his pants…

She wasn't supposed to be doing this. Sometimes you didn't know you were about to cause a scandal until you were right in the middle of it.

College was a new place, new people… a new life.

Every part of her that wanted a fresh start sternly objected being undressed by Trouble wrapped in a delicious package.

Dick was hotter than sin when he knew what he wanted, a 90s heart throb dissolving panties with a single look. 09ers didn't ask, they took what they wanted like it was always theirs, and that's how she felt now under his touch.

Lost under his heated gaze, making the wrong move and she would be chum in the water.

He could break her heart, one crack at a time.

Recite, Refuse, Repeat if necessary.

"No.." she said with a serious expression.

"If you're worried about running into Honey West don't be. She's got Logan helping plant some bugs over at the party of some glitzy Instagram influencer," Dick sighed.

"Parker will be waiting for me," Mac told him. Her mind drowning with hormones.

Dick felt steel set in his jaw.

Some days there weren't enough curse words available in a day. He could charm the Pope and make a nun drop her panties without a Hail Mary in sight, but for all his persistence, she always ran from him. The monster in his chest wanted to rage at her. His blood running like acid in his veins.

He pulled his hands back as she sat down onto the edge of the bed, avoiding his gaze.

Never play a game you can't win.

Cindy had made it clear that sex with her was merely recreational.

"Okay I'll find someone else to keep my bed warm," he gritted sauntering naked towards the shower.

She'd had him twisted up for weeks, never contacted him unless it was to arrange a dick appointment.

"Fine…" Mac retorted with a one shouldered shrug even as the thought of Dick with another woman made her feel sick. He slammed the door to the bathroom.

Fuming she gathered up her stuff, grabbed one of the I Heart Dick shirts and called an Uber.

"Woohoo! Loud and Proud. You keep loving that Dick!" a random sleazeball hollered as she made her way across campus to the Dorms.

Sending him a look that could freeze the Sahara, she tried to ignore the unsettling feeling that he was right.

Was she falling in love with Dick Casablancas?