"No panties."
She had read the text message more than fifty times, and each time it sent the same thrilling shiver down her spine. He was so demanding, so controlling, and such a total asshole.
But then again, so was she.
As she finished typing the last paragraph for her Abnormal Psych paper, her brown eyes drifted back to her cell phone, which was lying on her bed. The flashing lights on the slim black model informed her she had a text.
She rose from her computer chair, sliding silently across the wooden floor in socked feet as she picked up the phone. Flipping it open, she smirked at the message.
"15 minutes—that pussy is mine."
Her fingers flew over the keypad, anxious to type her reply: "Hard for me?"
After pressing send, she waited for what seemed like a nanosecond before a reply came buzzing back.
"Always."
She smirked again and allowed her thoughts to replay the first time she met him.
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Two weeks before...
The party was being hosted by one of the college's random fraternities. It was one of their usual 'Get Dressed, Get Shitfaced, Get Fucked' ordeals.
Jamie Kincaid was not impressed. She managed to stifle a yawn before turning back to the gaggle of girls facing her. Her roommate Nora sipped from the standard red plastic party cups and gave her a sympathetic smile.
Neither of them wanted to be here. Nora's sorority was the sister to the frat, so attendance was mandatory. She dragged Jamie along only because she wanted someone else sane to be there.
Jamie didn't know why Nora was even in that skank sorority. When she asked her about it, Nora had shrugged nonchalantly and mentioned something about being a legacy.
Her mother was an Alpha Theta Chi and her grandmother as well. Nora never showed much interest in it and only seemed to pledge to please her family.
"Jamie, are you even listening?" A high-pitched voice cut through her thought process.
"Huh?" Jamie snapped to attention and drew her gaze towards the offending vocals. A scrawny brunette with an unfortunately large nose wearing too much makeup stared at her.
The girl scoffed. "Whatever. I'm thirsty. Nora, get me another beer." She shoved her cup rudely into Nora's face.
Nora barely even looked at the girl before responding. "Go get it yourself," she said curtly.
Once again, the girl made a noise that sounded like a cross between a sneeze and a snort. With a flip of her hair, she stalked off, her minions following behind.
Jamie looked on, shaking her head. "Why the fuck do you hang out with these bottom bitches?"
Nora smiled. "No fucking clue." She shook out her wavy blonde hair. "What do you say we make a couple of laps around, get fucking lifted, and then bounce out of here? I think there's an extra large pepperoni pizza from The 'Zone with your name on it tonight." Her amber eyes sparkled with amusement.
Jamie laughed. "Sounds like a plan." She downed the rest of the pink liquid in her cup. "Rock and roll."
They made their way through the crowded house into the kitchen. The newly remodeled digs of Alpha Theta Omega were the premier spot to be on a Friday night. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. Or practically any other day of the week.
The modern kitchen was large and masculine, all dark cherry wood cabinetry and black marble countertops. Black and chrome appliances glittered magnificently.
Jamie whistled. These frat guys lived like fucking royalty. Money must be no object for Mommy and Daddy when it came to pleasing their little princes.
Nora walked to the double door fridge and peered inside. "Oh shit," she called. Jamie smiled when she saw what Nora had found. In her hand was a large handle of Cuervo Black tequila. "Time to get fucked up, girl."
"And how," Jamie replied. "You know how I get on tequila."
"We'll just make sure some fine Alpha man takes good care of you tonight." She walked over to the countertop and snagged two shot glasses. Pouring the tequila to the brim of both glasses, she handed one to Jamie.
"Cheers, roomie." They clinked glasses and downed the tequila. Jamie nearly moaned from the smooth taste. Nora knew her track record with the T. She smiled as Nora poured them another round.
It was going to be a good night.
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Nate Harlow was having a horrible time. This was his house, he was president of ATO, and yet, here he was, stuck in a corner with the most boring girl this side of campus.
He eyed her as she continued her incessant prattling, something about a pink Mercedes, not that he gave a shit. She was pretty hot, although it looked like she spent too much time in the tanning bed. Her skin was way too dark for early spring.
Her bright red hair was obviously dyed and her blue eyes held a vacant expression even when she was excited. Although how he could tell she was excited, he'd never know.
Her voice was a squeaky high-pitched tempo that most girls seemed to use, thinking guys found it attractive. Nate couldn't escape the feeling that he was talking to an overly-inflated orange chipmunk.
Her breasts were large and round, a bit too round to be God-given. Yeah, she was pretty alright. Pretty damn boring. As she spoke, he tried hard to remember her name. Missy, Rissa, something retarded like that.
"Are you even listening to me Nate?" He looked up to see a hint of irritation in her face.
No I am not, you stupid bitch. "Of course, Missy."
"It's Macy."
"Whatever. Excuse me." Nate picked up his drink from the coffee table and made his way into the main party room. God, girls these days. He walked over to the keg in the corner of the room, where one of his brothers was preparing to do a keg stand.
"Hey Matt," he said.
"Dude, are you trying to get in on this?"
Nate shook his head. "Nah, I'm trying to keep the head clear tonight."
Matt grinned. "On the prowl?"
"Always, man. You know how I do."
Matt nodded, his grey eyes sparkling. "Yeah, ever since Christa, you've been turning these girls out."
Nate grimaced at the thought of Christa. Stupid fucking whore. "Yeah, what can I say, I'm the fucking man."
"Yeah, yeah I know. Dude, watch out. I hear Christa's planning on showing up with that asshole from Phi Chi."
Nate nodded. He knew exactly who Matt was referring to. Ben Tremor, the guy Christa was now seeing. After she dumped his ass like yesterday's trash. Well, she was the real trash. Nate was going to make sure she remembered that bit of information.
"I'm out man," he said. "I'm going to see what I can get into. Or who." He winked dramatically.
Matt slapped him on the back. "I hear you man. Wrap it before you tap it, bro!" he called after him.
Nate laughed. The guy was a total idiot, but he was a good friend. Walking back into the crowd, he was almost amazed at how many people showed up. There were bodies everywhere, and in the living room where the music pulsed loudly, a large group of them were dancing.
He leaned against the wall and watched the people move. His eyes continued to roam the crowd until he spotted a familiar flash of auburn hair. No, it can't be. Looking closer, he felt his face contort into a look of anger.
Christa, dancing with her new asshole. He had to admit, she still looked good. Long auburn hair that he used to love to run his fingers through while she writhed underneath him. Green eyes with flecks of amber in them.
She was catlike in her movements and snake-like in behavior. Her body swayed drunkenly with the rhythm of the song. She was grinding her body into her latest victim.
At one point, she looked up at him. Smiling wickedly, she pulled the new asshole closer and proceeded to spit shine his tonsils with her tongue.
Nate fumed. He supposed he shouldn't have been so angry; it wasn't like he was planning on marrying the girl. In fact, when they were hooking up he was already feeling himself becoming bored. It was just the way she did it, so cruel, so vicious.
Well, two could play at that game.
He walked into the midst of the dancing people. Making sure Christa was in full view he began to move in time to the upbeat tune. He stole a few glances at Christa, who was pretending not to notice him.
The song changed to an up tempo song with a slow, sexy backbeat, the singer's voice slow and seductive, his sensual words about taking a girl to bed put everyone in good mood.
Christa immediately began to move against her new boytoy, throwing Nate a triumphant grin.
Blindly, he reached out and pulled the closest body to him. She was a few good inches shorter than his tall build.
"Move against me," he commanded softly. She did as he instructed, her body swaying seductively. Nate was surprised when he felt his body respond. This girl was good.
He finally took a good look at her.
She was smoking. She was wearing a black halter top and short khaki shorts. Her skin was a rich maple color. Her legs were long, her feet encased in black pumps that added height to her frame. Her black hair was cut into a chin length bob with long side swept bangs.
He couldn't remember if he'd ever seen her at another party. Before he could ask, she slid down his body slowly, her tongue reaching out to lick the crotch of his jeans. Nate was taken aback.
The girl smiled as she slowly rose to her feet. Turning around, she bent over, grinding her ass into his rapidly inflating erection. Nate groaned and pulled her close to him.
"Are you drunk," he asked as their bodies moved in synch.
She stared at him. "Does it matter," she replied. Her voice was husky and smooth, sex oozing from every syllable.
