500 Days (40 page)

He pushed himself up, brows tight. “Did you
change your mind?”

“
No, just need a
condom.”

“
Oh, right,” he smiled. I
reached into my nightstand searching for the lubricated ones,
clearly he wasn’t going to help me get started and the last thing I
wanted was to be torn apart because of lack of proper lubrication.
I handed him the package and within seconds he had it ripped open
and slipped over his shaft. Not a second later he was sliding
inside of me. I flinched a little from the force. “Sorry, too
big?”

“
It’s okay.” Size
definitely was not the issue, but I was not going to tell him
that.

He brushed the back of his hand across my
cheek. “I’ll take it slow.” I smiled back and kissed him. He
lowered himself onto his elbows. As promised he went slow, almost
too slow. I grabbed his backside and pulled him deeper into me. He
took the hint and picked up the pace. As much as I was looking
forward to this I had a hard time getting into it. Maybe it was
because I expected him to be more loving, nurturing, unfortunately
Reece was lacking in a lot of departments. He was average size, but
his looks and body made up for it. And the fact that I really liked
him helped, but not much.

His movements were too
stiff. Every time I tried to kiss him it would only last a second
and then he would bury his head in my hair. He started pumping
harder, faster, and before I knew it he was done.
Seriously? This is what I waited a month
for?
He collapsed on top of me, crushing
me. He rolled over on to his back allowing me to breathe. I turned
my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing had
slowed down and then, he was snoring.
Are
you fucking kidding me?
I sat up and
covered my face in my hands.
Please just
let this be because he hasn’t had sex in a while and he was
tired.

I got up out of bed and walked down the hall
to the bathroom to wash up. I was too ramped up to sleep so I
decided to take a bath. While soaking in the tub I decided to help
myself and do what Reece couldn’t. I relaxed deep into the water
and closed my eyes. The bubbles dispersed, exposing my hardened
nipples. I pinched them between my fingers, twisting and pulling at
them. I worked my other hand over my stomach, reaching down below
and slipping a finger in between my lips. I rubbed my clit back and
forth, making small circles while gradually applying pressure. I
tried to imagine myself being touched, intimately by a gorgeous
movie star, someone like Kellan Lutz. It worked until the image
slowly faded away to someone else. His hair grew longer, darker.
Tattoos covered his right arm, growing over his shoulder and chest,
stopping on the tattoo of the heart on his chest. Every beat of his
heart caused the ivy to pulse and grow. My breathing grew ragged
and my lips were pulsating. The more pressure I applied the bigger
the ivy grew, stretching across his chest, moving over his
shoulders and down his arms. I could hear him whisper my name.
“Alexis.” A sound that never sounded so sweet coming from someone
else’s lips. My legs started to shake and before I knew it I was
biting my cheek to keep my moans at bay.

I settled back into the tub, calming my
erratic heartbeat. What the hell was that? I splashed some water on
my face. How could the thought of Casper touching me cause me to
become so undone like that? I was so beside myself I got out of the
tub and wrapped a towel around myself. I stared at my reddened
cheeks in the mirror and pushed the damp strands away from my face.
The most logical explanation I could come up with for imagining
Casper was because he was attractive. There was no doubt how good
looking he was. I convinced myself that it was his looks that made
me picture him and had nothing to do with possible feelings. I let
out a deep breath and walked back to my room. Reece was still sound
asleep. I threw my towel over my closet door and climbed back into
bed. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around me.

“
Where did you go?” he
asked.

“
I took a bath. Sorry,
didn’t mean to wake you.”

“
I would have joined you
if I knew,” he smiled, kissing my jaw.

“
I didn’t want to wake
you.”

“
Sorry about that. I
haven’t been sleeping much this week.”

“
It’s okay.”

“
Let me make it up to
you.” He started to kiss my neck. His hands roamed my body,
stopping at my breasts. He cupped them gently and rubbed a thumb
over my sensitive nipple. Reece climbed on top of me and kissed my
lips, slipping inside of me. He went slower this time, gradually
building speed until he could no longer hold it. He fell to the
side, pulling me with him. This time was better than the first, but
definitely something we would have to work on. I fell asleep
shortly after, snuggled up close in Reece’s arms.

The smell of something burning stirred me
from my sleep. Reece was no longer lying next to me. I reached for
the closest thing which happened to be Reece’s button down shirt. I
only got to two buttons when the smoke alarm went off. I tore out
of my room and into the kitchen where I found Reece trying to wave
smoke away from the alarm. “What the hell is going on?” I asked,
trying to find the source of the smoke. Reece grabbed a chair from
the table to stand on and dismantled the alarm. I opened up a few
windows to air out the place. I turned to Reece. “Are you
okay?”

“
Yeah,” he said a little
embarrassed. “I was trying to make you breakfast, but as you can
see, I’m not a very good cook.”

I tried to stifle my laugh. Unfortunately I
couldn’t hide my smile. I walked over to him, securing myself
safely inside his arms. “That was very sweet of you,” I said,
pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“
Not really. I burnt the
French toast and set off the fire alarm waking you up. Not the best
way to say good morning. So far I’m not making a very good
boyfriend.”

“
Hey, I’m not dating you
for your cooking skills,” I winked.

“
That’s good to know.
Would probably have been my shortest relationship ever. Sorry I
ruined your morning. I wanted to do something special to show how
much I appreciate you. I failed miserably.”

“
You didn’t ruin my
morning. There’s a diner down the street. How about we go out for
breakfast?”

“
How about you go back to
bed and I’ll run down and get us something edible.”

“
Breakfast in bed sounds
great.”

“
I’m gonna need my shirt
back.” I gave him a sly smile, unbuttoning the shirt. I took it off
and handed it to him, standing naked in the kitchen. Then I walked
back to my room. It was another hour before Reece made it to the
diner.

He eventually left sometime around noon. I
think the only reason he left was because Declan came home. The
second Reece departed Declan started with the inquisition. “Tell me
what happened and I want all the details,” she gushed, pulling me
down on the couch.

“
He asked me to be his
girlfriend.”

“
What did you say?” Declan
asked, not as excited as before.

“
Obviously yes.” I could
see a slight shift in her expression. She quickly put on her
uber
-
smile.
“Okay, what am I missing here?”

“
Huh?” she looked at
me.

“
You were super excited
and now you’re just like, eh.”

“
Oh…sorry. I am excited.
If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I didn’t exactly believe her, but I wasn’t
in the mood to decode the wacky mind of Declan. “On another plus
side, we finally had sex.” Her eyes lit up. No matter if she liked
the guy or not, Declan was always all ears when it came to sex.

“
How was it?”

“
It was all right,” I
shrugged.

“
Just all
right?”

“
He was a little bit of a
speed racer and very much lacking in the foreplay
department.”

“
Oh.”

“
It’s alright. We have
plenty of time to practice.”

Chapter 17

Casper

I tried distancing myself from Alex. Ever
since my confession to Declan, it was harder for me to be around
her. I didn’t know how to act. I never felt this way about someone
and it scared me. Alex was everything I wanted but someone I
couldn’t have. I knew I would never be good enough for her. She
cast me as the playboy and in her eyes that’s all I would ever be.
It hurt too much to know she was dating that douchebag and there
was nothing I could do about it. When Colton told me he was now
officially her boyfriend I nearly flipped my shit. After my melt
down, I started to live my life the best way I knew how.

I just didn’t care anymore.

My brothers welcomed me
back with open arms and had a party in honor of the
‘old’
Cas returning.
Anything that was handed to me I drank. I started crashing at the
fraternity house and every morning I woke up with a different
girl.

In class I would avoid Alex by sitting in
the back row. I knew she was looking for me. She would scan the
room with her big green eyes and when they fell upon mine, she
would smile and gesture for me to join her, but I never did. I
couldn’t be that close to her without wanting to touch her. It was
all just a painful reminder that I couldn’t be with her. Eventually
Alex stopped looking, stopped smiling, and stopped trying to call
me. I didn’t know which was worse, losing the best girl-friend I
ever had or losing the first girl I was ever in love with. Either
way I knew it was for the best. She deserved to be happy. I knew
deep down I wasn’t good enough for her, but neither was that
douchebag Reece. I rarely saw him at the frat house. He was only
there for the important social engagements and those I avoided,
knowing Alex would most likely be with him.

Colton and Declan tried to give me an
intervention one night after band practice. I told them both to
fuck off and then headed straight to the bar. To my unfortunate
luck Reece was there, but he wasn’t with Alex and he wasn’t alone.
I wanted to text her to see what she was doing, but after weeks of
ignoring her I knew I wouldn’t get a response. Instead, I decided
to keep an eye on Reece. I found it odd for him to be out without
Alex. He was talking up some blonde chick. I’ve seen her before,
but I couldn’t quite place where I knew her. I had a bad feeling
about this. Reece leaned into her close, whispering something in
her ear and then they were walking out together.

I got up to follow them
out. I knew there was something off about this guy and I was just
about to find out when I heard a familiar voice. I stopped and
turned around.
You got to be fucking
kidding me.
There in a crowd of guys,
holding a beer was my sister. I stormed over ready to kill anyone
in my path. I pushed aside the circle of guys and ripped the beer
from her hands. To say she was surprised to see me would be an
understatement. “Cas…I…”

“
What the hell are you
doing here?” I growled.

“
Dude, what’s your
problem?” Some dick who was about to get his ass kicked asked me.
“Do you know this guy?” He looked at CiCi.

I didn’t let her answer. I got in the guy’s
face instead. “Better question is why are you hitting on a
seventeen year old?”

“
You’re only seventeen?”
He asked CiCi. She didn’t have an answer so the crowd
dispersed.

“
What the hell
Cas?”

“
Are you fucking kidding
me with this shit? You’re seventeen Cecilia. You know how dangerous
this is for you to be here? You could have –” I stopped myself. I
couldn’t bring myself to say the word rape in the same sentence
with my sister. “Let’s go. I’m getting you out of here.” I grabbed
her by the arm and dragged her out of the club forgetting about
Reece. Fuck.

“
How did you even get in
here?” She glared at me refusing to answer. I stopped, already
knowing the answer. “Hand it over,” I said.

“
Hand what over?” she
tried to play dumb.

“
The fake ID.” She crossed
her arms. “Hand it over or I tell dad.”

“
Fine,” she said, digging
in her purse and slamming the fake in my hand. I grabbed her arm
again and escorted her out the door.

CiCi struggled to break free from my grip. I
just held her tighter. I stopped at the door and yelled at the
bouncer. “This girl is underage. Maybe if you knew how to do your
fucking job you could tell the difference between a real ID and a
fake one.” The bouncer just grunted at me.

“
Would you let go of me!”
CiCi demanded. I held on to her until she was safely inside my
car.

“
I’m taking you home,” I
growled. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. “Fuck!” I lost
Reece because I was distracted by CiCi.
Damn it.

“
It’s not that big of a
deal,” CiCi whined, thinking I was flipping because of her. In a
way I was. I was pissed that she snuck into a bar with a fake ID
and because she blew my chances to see what Reece was up
to.

“
You’re seventeen
Cecilia.”

“
So what? If it was
Cayden, you probably would have bought him a drink.” She was
probably right, but I wasn’t going to start that argument. “You’ve
been such a Debbie downer ever since that chick you’re in love with
started dating someone else.”