Chicks, Man Page 2

  “Wow, girl. So jelly. I’ve always heard rumors Levi is as good in bed as he is at football.” All the girls moan, including me—a silent groan of appreciation for my childhood secret crush. Is now a good time to confess it was a huge crush? Possibly borderline unhealthy? Not that I was the only one. I had to step in line with every single other girl in his high school class when it came to Levi Dent. He’s the perfect guy. Dark hair, green eyes, muscles on top of muscles. And it’s not only his appearance—it’s all of him. I’m just as guilty of having those fantasies and wishes. The blushed cheeks I couldn’t hide for the life of me whenever he came over, always fantasizing about him doing something extremely naughty to me.

  I bite on my hand to stop myself from giving myself away. Each one tosses their lipstick-blotched Kleenexes into the trash, and a gust of music flows into the bathroom as one of the girls opens the door.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be the first to report. When I meet him in the supply closet in exactly twenty minutes, I’ll make sure to snap a pic of his prize-winning cock.” The flock of giggles exit, and the bathroom once again becomes silent.

  Dropping to my feet, I open the door and take a good look at myself. “God, no wonder people make fun of me. I resemble goddamn Curly Sue.” I groan, pulling on my stupid hair Mom insisted I get curled. I run my fingers through it to help loosen the mess, then grab some pins from the emergency basket and fix it, along with the makeup my tears ruined. A pathetic part of me wishes it was me meeting Levi in the supply room. Of course, he would never willingly choose someone like me.

  Unless he didn’t know.

  I arch my shoulders, an insane plan starting to form in my insane head. If I got caught, I would be toast. But if I didn’t… What do I have to lose?

  An I’m out of my mind giggle travels up my throat, and I cover my mouth.

  One of us would be getting their wish granted tonight.

  And I would be doing Levi a favor.

  Kind of…

  Levi

  I trip into the bar, and Kip grabs at my bicep. “Whoa, you good, man? You’ve been drinking a little heavy tonight.” A worried expression mixes into Kip’s drunk gaze. He shouldn’t be worried. I haven’t felt this loose in ages. After Teresa left me, I couldn’t sleep, eat, and my work started suffering. I just needed to find an outlet to release all the pent-up anger I’ve been harboring. I thought I loved her. God, was I wrong. That wasn’t love. It was desperation.

  “I’m fine. Just enjoying myself.” I slap my hand on the bar to steady myself and empty the rest of my gin and tonic. I peer around in hopes of spotting someone who will take my mind off my ex. Mid-sweep of the room, my eyes land on little Hannah Matthews scurrying across the dancefloor like a girl on a mission. Her cheeks are flushed, as they always are, her full chest bouncing up and down. I bet she has nice nipples. The perfect sized breasts. I bet when a man makes her come, she squeals that little timid sound she always made when she was younger and got excited about things her brother would tell her. What the fuck am I doing?

  I swipe my hands over my face, trying to snap out of it. God, I must need to get laid if I’m standing here wondering how good little Hannah Banana Matthews would squeeze my dick if I made her come. I rotate, requesting a refill from the bartender, when a large hand lands on my shoulder.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you,” Chase says from behind me. I loop back around to see him smiling like a fucking idiot—which is never a good thing.

  “No thanks, whatever it is,” I reply, giving my attention back to the bar.

  “No way, dude. You’ll want this surprise. Trust me.” I turn back. His eyes gleam with trouble. I don’t even want to fathom what he’s set me up for. Just as I’m about to decline again, Ben walks up.

  “Yo, change of plans.” We all stare at Ben, me more out of curiosity.

  “Change of what plans?” My eyes narrow on my two best friends who seem guilty as fuck.

  “Bro, you are going to thank us. We just set you up with a hot chick. She’s not going to ask you to hold hands, meet her parents, and snuggle. She’s going to fuck you like you need, then she’s going to leave. No attachments. Simply a place to get your dick wet.” Chase smiles, and I instantly want to object. I am not that guy. I’m not a person who can just have sex with a girl. I appreciate those hand holding moments, the closeness of a good snuggle, the scent of a woman you want to have in your arms. God, I am a fucking pussy.

  “Just say yes. This chick? She’s going to make all your problems disappear.” Ben’s about to burst out laughing. “Chicks, man. Think about how much your sad, lonely dick wants to be inside one,” Chase pokes.

  And fuck, he’s right. My dick does want to be in someone.

  “Do it, do it…” both Chase and Ben begin to chant. Kipley laughs…until everyone shuts up and Stacey walks toward us.

  “Hello, boys, what’s so funny?” She smiles, wrapping her dainty arms around Kip.

  Chase steps forward. “Oh nothing, just trying to fix Levi up with a nice girl.”

  Stacey’s warm smile spreads across her face. “That’s sweet. Anyone would be grateful to have you, Levi.” Her kindness sobers me some. It’s that kindness, my own kindness, that got me into this position. God, with every single girlfriend I’ve ever had. “Well, hope you boys don’t mind, but I’m going to steal my husband for a quick dance.” Kip bends down, sweeping his wife off her feet, and we all watch as he carries her to the center of the dancefloor.

  Fuck being the nice guy.

  I face the bar, slamming the drink the cute bartender refilled for me, then face Chase. “Fuck it. I’ll do it.”

  Chase howls, and Ben slaps me on the shoulder. “You’re gonna love this. Go to the left and meet her in the supply closet, third door down—”

  “Change of plans. Opposite direction. Go right, three doors down,” Ben cuts in.

  Chase looks at Ben, confused, and Ben shrugs. “That’s what Hannah Banana just told me. Other room was locked or some shit.”

  “Hannah told you this? Since when does she—you know what? Whatever. Right, three doors down. She’ll already be in there and ready. Enjoy, buddy. And make sure to wrap it up!” Chase laughs, pushing me away from the bar.

  I stumble away from the bar, but manage to swing around and give them both the middle finger. I walk out of the banquet room into the large foyer. So, little Hannah Matthews is in on this, huh? I wonder if she thinks I’m a pig. She probably wishes it was her I was coming for. I always noticed the way she looked at me. Her constant flushed cheeks. Her gawking. God, I bet she definitely wishes this was her. Fuck, I probably wouldn’t say no if I found her little self waiting for me in the supply room. But then I remember she’s still Kip’s little sister and he would kill me. She’s also still little Hannah Matthews.

  I begin to repeat the directions out loud so my drunk brain understands. I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this, but maybe I’ve been doing things wrong the whole time. No attachments, no feelings—just physical.

  I knock softly on the door, letting this chick know I’m here. I wait under five seconds before opening the door and closing it behind me, leaving me in pitch-black.

  “Hello?” The low sound of measured breaths confirms I’m not alone. “You going to come here, or do I have to come to you?” I start unbuttoning my shirt, fumbling with my buttons. Two small hands startle me as they wrap around mine, assisting me with my shirt. The delicate scent of flowers and vanilla permeates around me. It’s girly and light, and damn if it doesn’t make my dick spring to action.

  “God, you have soft hands. And you smell good.” My words throw me off guard. I didn’t mean for my thoughts to be spoken out loud. I’m not here to praise this girl. Only fuck. Stick to the plan, Levi. I release my grip and allow her to take control. Having her so close, I become anxious, my hands greedy to learn the curve of her waist. I grip at her hips, my palms touching bare flesh. She’s already partially undressed. Her skin is warm and invitin
g, I use my thumb to caress right below her navel, causing her body to shiver.

  “Are you nervous, baby?” I whisper, dipping my head down, filling my lungs with her scent. I place my lips to the lobe of her ear. Her fingers stall on my shirt, her quick intake of breath answering for her. The booze is making my tongue loose, so I push her more. “Or are you just as eager as I am to fuck?”

  The voice is me, but those words aren’t. This is supposed to be mindless. The Levi who spends too much time doting on a woman only to get shit on in return is gone. Get what you want from her, get out, then drink until the night becomes a blur.

  The chick doesn’t reply. She doesn’t slap me either for being so crude. She remains silent, her hands working faster on my shirt. When the last of my buttons are undone, she goes for my pants. The way her small hands graze down my chest, the feel of her fingers working the button…I’m hard as fuck and need to explore more of her.

  I’d normally be patient and enjoy letting a woman undress me, but the liquor is starting to call the shots and I’m suddenly in no mood to take our time. Unsure of the space factor, I step forward, picking her up. She squeals softly at my unexpected move, and I silence her with my mouth. I press my lips to hers. They’re soft and full and taste like cherry and champagne. The silkiness over mine is perfect. I part her lips, linking my tongue with hers. She’s hesitant at first, then kisses just as intensely.

  “Fuck, you taste sweet. Do you fuck just as sweet?” God, what is up with my vulgar mouth? I break away and bring my lips to her neck. Her skin is velvety smooth. In just a few seconds, I’ve become an addict, craving a taste of every single part of her. Her breathing is heavy, giving away how aroused she already is. I bring us to a stop as her back hits a shelf and her legs wrap around my waist. I lick and suck on the flesh above her shoulder blade when a small moan filters through the room and my dick fucking jolts. God, that sound. It’s like fucking heaven.

  “You enjoying this, sweetheart?” Because I am. Way too much. I trail my hand down her taut stomach, wrapping my fingers around her cotton panties, and dip inside. I groan when I find her wet as fuck. Bypassing any pretense of being a gentleman, I slide in one thick finger. Her moans are messing with me, so sweet and needy. Her body trembles in my arms, her warm cunt squeezing around my finger. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I say, even though I’m the greedy one. The urge ignites inside me to throw the lights on so I can stare into her eyes, needing to know if they’re a mysterious brown or emerald green. Light shade of sky blue or dark as night. I bet she’s as beautiful as she feels.

  I pump in and out, then take her mouth again, shoving my tongue inside. She returns my kiss with fervor, her legs squeezing tighter around me, her tongue dancing around mine. God, this chick is intoxicating. I pull my lips away and kiss a trail to the center of her tits. Plump and perfect. I suck her nipple through her lace bra, and her hands dive into my hair, gripping against my scalp. The pressure, along with her hard nipple, is the perfect combination. I thrust harder inside her. With each little whimper, my dick throbs, and I increase my speed.

  I moan, lifting my mouth from her nipple. “Fuck, you’re tight—and so wet,” I rasp before capturing the other. Her sexy as fuck moans tell me she’s close. Her pussy hugs my finger in a death grip and I pick up the pace, thrusting another inside her. I feel her clench, then her body quakes in my arms. She throws her head back, hitting the shelf, and I smash my lips against hers as she rides out her orgasm.

  Her scent fills the room, and I fight not to bring my fingers and my mouth to taste her. My mind is spinning. I’m not sure I can go through with this anymore. One-night stands aren’t me. I don’t feel right having sex with this chick in a supply closet without even catching her name.

  I slowly let her legs fall until her feet touch the ground. What I wouldn’t give to get a look at her. My hand reaches out in search of her face, finding her cheek warm to the touch. She surprises me by leaning into my palm. “We don’t have to do this. We can just—”

  She shocks me for a second time by pushing my hand away and slamming her lips against mine. I take what she’s giving, basking in the feel of her. My hands become urgent, pulling her body into mine. I kneel, sliding her panties down her legs and run my nose along her seam, inhaling her scent. Just as I thought. Sweet. I stand, pushing my own pants down, but not before grabbing the condom Chase slipped in my back pocket. I slide the condom down my cock, wishing I could see her face—if lust blazes in her eyes.

  “Last chance to back out, sweetheart. Otherwise, you’re all mine until I’m done with you.” My voice is laced with desire. I don’t think I could back away from her even if she told me no.

  Her warm hands lift and wrap around my neck, her breasts pressing against my abs as she stretches. I lift her into my arms again, and her legs wrap around my waist. She brings her soft lips back to mine. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol creating this animalistic compulsiveness in me, but I want—no, need—to consume this chick. I increase the pressure of our kiss, pressing her body tighter to mine, no longer able to hold off.

  I work my hand around my cock, placing myself at her entrance, waiting for final approval. She thrusts her hips into me, and the final string of control snaps and I drive into her. Our moans mingle as one as I push deep. I pull out, and slam back in, craving the deepness of her. Her needy cunt wraps around me, and I lose control. I thrust into her over and over, her sexy pants adding gasoline to my burning desire.

  Everything about this mystery chick has me so worked up. The anticipation of finding out who she is. Learning everything about her. Fuck, typical me, already thinking about asking her out after this. The more I pump into her, riding the high of her, the more I want—no need. I can’t have this girl once and be done. My eager dick won’t allow it.

  “Fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,” I growl, anticipating her pending orgasm. Her moans become louder, her breathing unsteady. When she begins to clench around me, I maneuver my finger to her clit and press down. It’s then she loses her fight and comes undone around me.

  “Oh, Levi!” Her soft, desperate cry filters through the room, and I pound once, twice, three times before coming like a goddamn rocket inside her.

  My chest heaves, trying to catch my breath, my mind still foggy as I come down from the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I release my grip on her and pull out, allowing her legs to fall. She stands, and I pull the condom off, knot it, and toss it in a corner.

  “I get this was a one-time thing, but you’re amazing. I’m not normally like this. Maybe we can exchange—”

  She doesn’t allow me to finish and pushes me to the side, searching for something. The sound of shuffling material is her only response. She’s slipping her dress back on.

  I begin to dress as well. “I know this was a casual thing. I don’t normally do this…” She continues to hurriedly dress, tripping over the long material. I reach forward to steady her. “Maybe just a name?”

  The only response I get is the sound of the commotion as she tries to get herself back into her dress. My brows knit at how unaffected she’s acting. I’m not a jerk, so I step forward, offering her my assistance. “Fine. Let me at least find the light and help you into your dress—”

  “No!” Her voice booms throughout the supply closet.

  I freeze. So does she. Panic fills the small room as she continues to fumble.

  “What—who are you?” I ask, my tone suddenly serious. I recognize that voice, but in the heat of the moment, I can’t pinpoint who. I reach for the light again, and she makes another wrong move.

  “Levi, no!”

  No fucking way.

  Shock. Anger. Denial. It all hits me at once. They wouldn’t do this to me. Set me up like this.

  She doesn’t say another word. She knows she’s caught.

  I shuffle to find the light switch as she tries to scurry past me. “I don’t think so,” I tell her. Not before I get that light on. My stomach drops as my fingers scr
ape against the wall, searching for the damn switch. My heart is pounding for a whole other reason. “Fuck,” I growl, impatient. My mind races. Images of us as kids. Her running rampant, annoying us. The summer I stayed with them. “Fuck!” If I flip on that light and see—

  That’s when she kicks me.

  “Ouch!” I yelp as I grab for my shin. The door opens, light blasting through, causing my vision to strain, but I only need the sliver of light to recognize the tiny girl, her curls in disarray. I grunt as I race toward the door, shielding my sensitive eyes. Just as she veers the corner, I recognize her.

  Hannah fucking Matthews.

  Hannah

  Three weeks later…

  “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay? A person with your smarts and ambition…I would pay triple what your father’s offering.”

  I laugh at Professor Fischer, my mentor and former colleague. Double majoring in international business and business law wasn’t the easiest, but Mr. Fischer’s been there for me since day one. I came to college with the ambition to study business law. My goal from the start was to come back home and work for Matthews and Associates, my dad’s law firm.

  “If I’d majored in Criminal Justice, I would love to. Since I didn’t and I’ve been wanting to work at my dad’s firm since I was, like, five, I have to sadly turn you down.” I pat him on the shoulder. “But thank you. It means a lot that you would fight the education system to pay me three times more than I’m worth to keep me around.” We both laugh as I gather up my sample testimonials from the internship course. After graduation I stayed working under Mr. Fischer as his aide. My dad would have taken me under his wing instantly, but I wanted to be ready. I wanted to make him proud.