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  Yeah, that will take my mind off Evie’s ass.

  Once inside, I glance around for a suitable candidate. I might as well start looking now. With a little luck, I can get laid before my next class.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Rhett Daniels. What do us mere mortals owe this honor to?”

  I look down at Josie as she runs a finger down my arm.

  Damn, I’m not that desperate.

  Or am I?

  Fuck, this chick has been trying to get into my pants since the start of school.

  “What’s up?” I ask to buy myself some time to make up my mind.

  To screw Josie or not to screw Josie, now that’s one hell of a question.

  She brushes her hand down my chest until it comes to rest on my belt buckle.

  “We could go somewhere, and I could show you what’s up,” she says, trying to come across as sexy but failing miserably. It sounds like her sinuses are clogged up.

  My eyes drop to her chest. Her breasts are a little too big for my taste. Then again, if I fuck her from behind, I won’t have to look at her face.

  Deciding to test the water to see just how desperate Josie is to get into my pants, I lean closer to her. “You’ve been trying for a while now, Josie. What will you do for me to screw you?”

  Her lips part as she sucks in a breath and her lashes lower. Instead of it being a turn on she looks like she’s about to fall asleep.

  Fuck, I can’t read this chick’s facial expressions to save my life. Is she horny or sleepy?

  “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

  Horny it is then.

  I glance around thinking of a place we can go. A random fuck in the back seat of my car isn’t going to cut it. I need something exciting, a place where there’s a chance that we might get caught. I need that adrenaline to make me forget about Evie’s totally fuckable ass.

  “Let’s go,” I say as I start to walk in the direction of the library.

  Josie keeps up with my long strides, and I know I'm an asshole for not walking slower, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck right now.

  As I enter the library, the old, musty smell of books slams into my face. Yeah, I try to avoid coming here. Most of the students are downstairs, so I take the stairs up to where the reference books are. I think I’ve only been up here twice and it was against my will.

  I keep going past the rows of shelves until I reach the back. When I turn to face Josie, my shoulders slump. This girl seriously doesn’t do it for me. I have no desire to see her naked.

  When she drops to her knees, and her fingers work on loosening my belt, I feel a wave of relief wash over me.

  She pulls down the zip and works to free my cock from my boxers. It’s a good thing I’m a shower, and not a grower or Josie would be holding a flaccid, shriveled dick right now.

  As she leans in to take me in her mouth, I let my head fall back and close my eyes. She’s surprisingly good at giving head, and not slobbering or biting me like some other girls do.

  I bring up the image of the girl I fucked in the club a couple of months back, and it sends tingles racing down my spine. Remembering how I took her from behind, makes a groan build up in my throat.

  I open my eyes and scanning the aisle we’re in, I picture what it would be like if someone walked in on us. Excitement bubbles in my chest. It’s just what I needed.

  My hips start to thrust forward as pleasure builds in my abdomen. I close my eyes, fully intent on fantasizing about the girl from the club, but instead, a clear image of Evie’s ass and tits fill my mind.

  The image is so vivid that I instantly blow my load, not giving Josie any warning. Thankfully she doesn’t have a problem swallowing.

  As she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, I slip my dick back into my pants and fasten my belt.

  She stands up, looking proud of the fact that she got me off so fast. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I give her shoulder a squeeze.

  “Thanks, babe.”

  I walk away, knowing it’s a dick move, but it’s not like I promised her anything in return.

  As I get to the stairs, my stomach sinks at the sight of Evie coming up. Just my fucking luck.

  She’s wearing a loose-fitting dress with black stockings and boots, and I have to say she looks absolutely beautiful. She has her hair up in a bun, but a few tendrils have escaped. I’ve never seen her hair up before. It gives me an unobstructed view of her face and those fuck-me-senseless green eyes.

  There’s a soft smile playing on her lips, but when our eyes meet, it starts to fade. She slows down and looks uncomfortable when she reaches the top.

  “Hey,” she says, her eyes doing a wild dance around the room, instead of looking at me. Then she frowns as her eyes land on something behind me.

  An arm curls through mine, and I close my eyes for a second. Shit, I forgot about Josie.

  Before I can drag Josie away from Evie, Josie narrows her eyes and sneers, “Oh wow, someone apparently missed the memo about the sixties being over a few decades ago.”

  The flash of hurt on Evie’s face makes me move to take a step forward, but Josie holds me back. She presses a kiss to my cheek and loudly purrs, “Thanks for letting me suck your cock. Maybe we can go somewhere more private next time, and I’ll show you what I can do with my hips.”

  Pins and needles spread out over every inch of my skin.

  What the fuck?

  I can’t believe Josie just said that.

  Evie sucks in a sharp breath. This time the look on her face makes me want to shove Josie down the stairs so I can take Evie in my arms. I hate seeing the hurt in her eyes.

  Before I can say anything, Evie swings around and rushes down the stairs.

  “You’re such a bitch. I knew I kept dodging you for a reason.” I growl at Josie as I yank my arm free.

  “Yeah but now that I’ve had my lips around your cock, you’ll be coming back for more,” she says, smiling as if I didn’t just insult her.

  “In your fucking dreams. I’m not into crazy chicks,” I snap before I turn my back on her, effectively dismissing Josie. I take the stairs two at a time, so I can catch up to Evie.

  I have no fucking clue how I’m going to make this right. First, I avoid Evie, then she practically catches me with my pants around my knees while a bitch deep throats me.

  This day couldn’t get any worse.

  Chapter 11

  EVIE

  As I push through the wide glass doors of the library and step outside, thunder rumbles overhead.

  Just my luck. The sky is dark, and as drops start to fall, I walk quickly towards the pavement. Hopefully, it doesn’t begin to pour before I can get home.

  The thought isn’t even cold when there’s another crack of thunder, and it starts to rain heavily. The drops are big and fat, soaking my clothes.

  Being wet in the cold makes my body start to tremble. For a crazy second I contemplate running back to the library so I can take shelter until the storm passes, but then I remember Rhett and the girl he was with.

  I’m not even sure why seeing him with a girl hurts so much. It’s not like I’m friends with Rhett. Hell, I’m nothing but a charity case.

  Just thinking that makes me feel grateful once more that I got the job at the gas station. When they called me this morning, I was so surprised. I’ve been unsuccessful with so many other applications that I didn’t think I would get the position. Even though I’ll be working nights, I’m excited that I finally got a decent job, especially one where they don’t require me to remove my clothes.

  But still, there’s an ache in my chest when I think of what Rhett and that girl were busy doing seconds before I got there.

  A blowjob at the library! Nevermind that it happened in a public place, I never thought of Rhett as a man with needs. For some reason, knowing this about him has changed how I always saw him. I used to see him as some savior of sorts, but now… now I’m forced to see the man. I worked hard to ignore the initial at
traction I felt towards him. Not that I’m suddenly feeling attracted to him. It’s just that… ugh, I don’t know what it is.

  “You're silly, Evie!” I mutter under my breath. “It’s not like you see him a lot anyway.”

  The thunder rolls again, and I can swear I hear my name.

  When lightning strikes nearby, I let out a startled shriek. Someone grabs hold of my arm, giving me such a fright that I immediately yank my arm free. The sudden movement makes me lose my balance. Unable to catch myself, I fall, and my butt slams into the pavement with such a force, I feel the vibration all the way to my teeth.

  “Fuck.” The harsh growl above me has my eyes darting up.

  The sight of Rhett towering over me makes me swallow hard. His shirt is soaked through, making the fabric stick to his broad chest and showing off every sculpted muscle. Drops of water run down his face, and his dark eyes and hair make him look like a fierce god.

  Well, no need to keep sitting at his feet. It’s not like his savior complex needs a boost.

  When he reaches a hand out to help me up, I ignore it and climb to my feet. I right the strap of my book bag over my shoulder and take a step back.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you. I called, but you didn’t hear me,” Rhett explains.

  “It’s fine.” I point to behind me. “I have to go. It’s raining.”

  Way to go, Evie. Like the man doesn’t know that it’s pouring.

  “Let me give you a ride home. You can’t walk in this weather,” Rhett says as I start to turn around.

  I’m shaking my head before he’s even done talking. There’s no way that I can be alone in a car with him right now. I’m too embarrassed from knowing about the blowjob. The ride home will only be painfully awkward.

  “I like walking in the rain,” I say, but my shivering from the cold doesn’t make me sound very convincing.

  Time to make a run for it, Evie.

  “See you around.” The words rush from me as I spin on my heel, walking away as quickly as I can without falling down again.

  The next second, strong fingers wrap around my arm, and I’m whirled back around. I slam into Rhett but before I can recover from the shock, he bends down, presses his shoulder against my stomach, and then I’m airborne.

  “What are you doing?” I shriek as my book bag tumbles to the ground. I’m too busy clinging to the soaked fabric on his back to try to stop my bag from landing on the pavement.

  “It’s wet and fucking cold out here, woman” Rhett growls as he plucks my bag from the ground.

  I try to wiggle my body out of his grip, but his arm tightens over the back of my thighs.

  “Rhett!” I hiss through my teeth, dumbfounded by his caveman behavior. “Put me down.”

  I place my hands flat on his back and feeling his hard muscles flexing beneath my palms, almost makes me forget that he has me upside down over his shoulder. I shake my head lightly to rid my traitorous mind of the foolish trance a few muscles has it ensnared in, and start to wiggle again.

  A wet slap to my bottom makes my eyes widen, and my lips part as a tiny peep rushes from me.

  Rhett just slapped me on the butt.

  “You can’t walk home in this weather,” he says, calmly, as if this isn’t… crap, I don’t even have words for what this situation is. Nothing like this has happened to me before.

  When I hear whistles and Rhett’s name being cheered from a nearby dorm, I pinch my eyes shut. My cheeks start to flame with embarrassment from other students witnessing this absolutely crazy moment.

  I’m so thrown by what just happened that I remain speechless until we reach his car.

  I hear my bag falling to the ground with a wet slap. Rhett moves his hands to my hips and pulls me down the front of his body. My breath wooshes from me as my feet meet the ground.

  When I realize how close we’re standing to each other, I yank my hands back from where I was gripping his shoulders. The tight grip he has on my hips keeps me from moving further away, making my eyes dart up to his.

  I should let him have a piece of my mind for tossing me over his shoulder, but my mouth dries up the instant our eyes meet. His eyes are so dark and intense that my stomach flutters with something I’d rather not name.

  “Yo,” my mind snaps derisively, “don’t even think about going there. Get me out of the gutter.”

  I open my mouth but still, nothing comes out. I must look like a gaping fish right now.

  “He’s off limits, silly girl,” my mind adds her two cents as if I wasn’t aware of that glaring fact which keeps slapping me upside the head whenever I have a moment of weakness, and I dare think that Rhett is hot… and dark… and broody… and sexy … and damn I’m so screwed.

  His eyes finally release mine, but then they travel down my body. Doing a leisurely sweep down to my shoes before coming back up, it feels as if his heated gaze is scorching every inch of my icy skin.

  “It’s no use,” my mind sighs sullenly. “You’re definitely screwed. When this blows up in your face, don’t come crying that I didn’t warn you.”

  When his eyes collide with mine, and his fingers tighten their grip on my hips, I realize why I was upset about what that girl said in the library.

  I want Rhett to notice me. Not as a homeless girl he needs to take care off, but as a woman.

  The thought is so jarring and unexpected that I rip my body free from his hold. I grab my bag and walk around the car to the passenger side.

  Breathlessly I say, “Fine. If you want your car wet it’s your loss. Can we leave already? I need to get home.”

  I yank the door open and climbing into the car, I swear I hear him muttering under his breath, “It’s not the only thing I want wet.”

  Chapter 12

  RHETT

  Fuuuuck!

  Yeah, that’s about the only reason I have for my behavior. Oh right, that’s not an explanation at all.

  Dickhead.

  Asshole.

  Dipshit.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I climb into the car and try as I might, my eyes lock on her chest. The one that’s covered with a thin layer of wet nothing. It might as well be nothing. I have a perfect view of her tits. The flawless swells. And don’t even get me started on those nipples. Biteable, suckable, lickable nipples. The stuff wet dreams are made of.

  I shift in the seat, trying to move into a more comfortable position where it doesn’t feel like my zipper is trying to strangle my rock-hard cock.

  As I pull away, Evie finally catches her bearings and scowls at me. “Why did you throw me over your shoulder?”

  Because I couldn’t bear the sight of your perfect tits a second longer without fucking you right there on the pavement.

  Off course I don’t admit that, but instead I clear my throat and growl, “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s raining, and we’re both soaked.”

  Anything is better than telling her the truth. I’m pretty sure the last thing she wants to hear is that I have a new image to fantasize about when I rub one out in the shower.

  Fuck, this is insane. I hardly know Evie. Well, besides her basic info, but nothing about who she is, what she likes, what makes her tick.

  What makes her tick. Now there’s a subject I’m interested in.

  It’s official. I’m a fucking pervert. I swear my brain’s default setting is sex, sex, and… oh yeah, anything to do with sex. Add images of Evie wearing a wet shirt, and you have a winning recipe for a mind-blowing orgasm.

  I let out a heavy sigh as I try to focus on the road.

  “That’s no reason for throwing me over your shoulder,” Evie says, refusing to let go of the trivial matter of me acting like a dick. “You could’ve just asked me to get in the car.”

  My eyebrow darts up, and I give her a skeptical look. “Babe, I’m pretty sure I did ask you.” I nod my head, pretending to think about what happened. “Yeah, right before your stubborn ass said you’re fine to walk home in the freezing storm.”
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  She narrows her eyes, and finally, she has mercy on my poor dick as she crosses her arms over those mouthwatering tits of hers.

  I pull up to my house, and when I stop, Evie says, “Uhm, Rhett. This is your place.”

  I frown as I look at her. “Your point being?”

  She widens her eyes at me as if she’s questioning my sanity. Actually, she should question my sanity. Hell, I’m pretty sure I would rank high on the crazy-as-fuck-meter.

  “I don’t live here,” she snaps incredulously.”You know what,” she whispers as she opens the door, “don’t worry. I’ll walk from here.”

  Before she can even get around the car, I’m out of my seat and stalking towards her. I’m fucking cold, wet, and horny. I’m definitely not in the mood to run after her.

  I grab her, and without a second thought, I throw her over my shoulder again. Her shriek brings a smile to my face, but her hands digging into my back only makes me harder.

  Ignoring the grumbling coming from behind me, I walk towards the front door. When Evie starts to squirm, I let out a soft chuckle then plant my hand firmly on her ass. Just as I thought, she squeaks as her entire body freezes.

  Once inside the house, I head up the stairs, and I only stop once I’m in my room. I kick the door shut behind us before I lower her to the floor, and just because I like to torture myself, I let her body slowly brush against mine on the way down.

  Yeah, I’m definitely a sucker for punishment.

  Instead of staying plastered to me like she did earlier, Evie steps away while glaring daggers my way.

  “Why do you keep doing that?”

  I shrug as I pull the wet shirt from my body. I start to undo my belt when Evie’s eyes widen, and she shrieks, “What are you doing?”

  “Ahh… I’m getting out of the wet clothes because I’m fucking cold. I thought it was pretty obvious,” I shoot at her as I shove the drenched jeans down my legs.

  Evie’s mouth opens and closes a couple of time while her eyes zero in on my chest before they skip down to my abs, and before landing on my cock, which is thankfully not at full mast due to the cold.