Abby passed, and I cut off one of the girls in midsentence to catch up with her. “Wait up, Pidge. I’ll walk you.”
“You don’t have to walk me to every class, Travis. I know how to get there on my own.”
I admit it: That stung a little. She didn’t even look at me when she said it, completely dismissive.
Just then a girl with a short skirt and mile-high legs passed by. Her shiny dark hair swayed against her back as she walked. That’s when it hit me: I had to give up. Bagging a random hot chick was what I did best, and Abby wanted nothing more than to be friends with me. I planned to do the right thing and keep things platonic, but if I didn’t do something drastic, that plan would get lost in the mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions swirling inside of me.
It was time to finally draw a line. I didn’t deserve Abby, anyway. What was the point?
I threw my cigarette to the ground. “I’ll catch up with you later, Pidge.”
I put on my game face, but it wouldn’t take much. She had crossed my path on purpose, hoping her short skirt and hooker heels would get my attention. I got ahead of her and turned around, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“You in a hurry?”
She smiled. I already had her. “I’m going to class.”
“Oh yeah? What class?”
She stopped, one side of her mouth pulling to the side. “Travis Maddox, right?”
“Right. My reputation precedes me?”
“It does.”
“Guilty.”
She shook her head. “I have to get to class.”
I sighed, feigning disappointment. “That’s a shame. I was just going to ask you for some help.”
“With what?” Her tone was dubious, but she was still smiling. I could have just asked her to follow me home for a quick fuck and she probably would have gone for it, but a certain amount of charm went a long way for later.
“Getting to my apartment. I have a terrible sense of direction.”
“Is that so?” she asked, nodding, frowning, and then smiling. She was trying hard not to be flattered.
Her top two buttons were loose, leaving the bottom curve of her breasts and a few inches of her bra visible. I felt that familiar swelling in my jeans, and I switched my weight to the other foot.
“Terrible.” I smiled, watching her gaze drift to the dimple in my cheek. I don’t know why, but the dimple always seemed to seal the deal.
She shrugged, trying to remain cool. “Lead the way. If I see you veering off course, I’ll honk.”
“I’m this way,” I said, nodding in the direction of the parking lot.
She had her tongue down my throat before we got all the way up the apartment stairs and was pulling off my jacket before I could single out the right key. We were clumsy, but it was fun. I had plenty of practice opening the lock on the apartment door with my lips on someone else’s. She shoved me into the living room the second the bolt unlatched, and I grabbed her hips and pushed her against the door to close it. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I lifted her up, pressing my pelvis against hers.
She kissed me like she’d been starving and she knew there was food in my mouth. I don’t know, I kinda dug it. She bit my bottom lip, and I took a step back, losing my footing and crashing into the end table beside the recliner. Various items knocked to the floor.
“Oops,” she said, giggling.
I smiled and watched as she walked over to the couch and leaned forward over the back so her ass cheeks became visible along with the slightest trace of a thin strip of white lace.
I unbuckled my belt and took a step. She was going to make this easy. She arched her neck and whipped her long dark hair against her back. She was hot as hell, I’d give her that. My zipper could barely contain what was underneath.
She turned to look at me and I leaned over, planting my lips on hers.
“Maybe I should tell you my name?” she breathed.
“Why?” I panted. “I kinda like this.”
She smiled, hooked her thumbs onto each side of her panties and then pulled them down until they fell down to her ankles. Her eyes connected with mine, refreshingly wicked.
Abby’s disapproving eyes flashed in my mind.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, excited and impatient.
“Absolutely nothing,” I said, shaking my head. I tried to concentrate on her bare backside against my thighs. Having to concentrate to stay hard was definitely something new and different, and it was all Abby’s fault.
She turned around and yanked my shirt over my head, and then finished unzipping my jeans. Damn. I was either working at a turtle’s pace, or this woman was the female version of me. I kicked off my boots and then stepped out of the denim, kicking it all to the side.
One of her legs pulled up, and her knee hooked around my hip. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she whispered against my ear. “Since I saw you at freshman orientation last year.”