Bad Rep (41 page)

“He was out by the bonfire when we left him,” she smirked.  I clenched my fists, not liking how she said that at all.  Cole laughed beside me.  This guy laughed...a lot.

“Don't mind Brooke.  She's just some of the pussy the piper attracts.  Obviously she didn't get anywhere or her tongue wouldn't be down Dalia's throat over there.  But, Maysie, you've can't let that shit bother you.  If I didn't love the guy so much I'd punch him in the face.  He's that obnoxious about you.” 

Cole may be a bit of a douche, but I could see the nice guy underneath.  I gave Cole a small smile.  “Thanks.  I'm off to find him.”  Cole slung his arm around my shoulder before I could walk away.

“And just so you know, if you ever get sick of Piper, there's the really hot singer you could get to know.  Just sayin',” Cole teased.  I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to respond. 

I made my way out to the bonfire and found my boyfriend sitting in a lawn chair, laughing with a group of people who seemed to be hanging on his every word.  I took advantage of this opportunity to watch him.  He was so charismatic and he seemed to suck people into his orbit without him even realizing it. 

Girls and guys alike listened with rapt attention to whatever he was saying.  He was talking very animatedly and I could tell he was drunk.  I had never been around Jordan when he was overly inebriated, so I was a little nervous about that.  Not that I was worried, just not sure what to expect. 

There were three girls sitting at his feet.  One of them had her hand curled around his ankle like a damn dog waiting to be petted.  I was going to rip every one of those fingers off of him.  White hot jealousy flashed through me and I took a step forward.  The other two seemed to be vying for the closest spot.  I watched as they slowly edged closer to Jordan until they were practically on top of him.  And my man was completely oblivious to the affect he had. 

Though I didn't care about that, because aware or not, these girls needed to back the fuck off.

I walked up behind Jordan.  He was saying something and moving his hands while he talked.  I could see that his face was flushed.  He was so sexy and damn cute too, with his excitable energy.  The three girls at his feet looked up at me as I approached.  Jeesh, it looked like he had a harem.  Each of the girls wore way too much make up and way too little clothes.  And then I didn't feel so much as jealous as kind of embarrassed for them. 

All three glared at me and gave me the girl stare.  You know, the one where they give you the once over and calculate all of your flaws in point two seconds.  They clearly felt threatened because they pushed closer to him.

Jordan was still talking, so I leaned down, ignoring the bimbette triplets and put my lips to his ear.  “Hey, baby,” I whispered.  Jordan immediately stopped talking and whipped his head around.  The grin that split his lips was breathtaking. Wow.  He was beautiful.

He jumped to his feet, practically knocking over the girl on the ground beside his chair.  She glared at me again and I smirked.  “Mays!  You're fucking here!” he said, picking me up and crushing me to his chest.  He smelled of wood smoke and musky guy sweat and I loved it.  “You took too damn long!” he told me before he pressed his lips to mine hungrily.  Immediately his tongue swept into my mouth and his hands cupped my ass, hauling me up against him.

I almost forgot where we were until I heard a number of catcalls.  I tore my mouth away, completely out of breath.  My heart was hammering in my chest.  Jordan's fingers dug into the flesh under my butt cheeks as he nibbled my neck. 

“You look fucking amazing.  I want to tear your clothes off and put my dick inside you right now,” he said, his voice husky with desire.  My panties went instantly wet and I couldn't help but press my hips against his. 

“I don't think you want the entire party to see what goods your girlfriend is sporting under these clothes,” I teased, pulling him by the hair so that he would look at me. 

The skin around Jordan's eyes tightened.  “Fuck no I don't.  All of this is mine.  And only mine.  No one else sees it.  Ever!” He tightened his grip on my body possessively and let out a low growl.  Crap, he had gone all territorial.  And it was hot!

“
That's right, baby.  Only for you,” I murmured as he leaned in to kiss me again. 

“Piper!  Is this your lady?  Let me have a look!” I heard someone say.  Jordan rolled his eyes but moved his hands from my ass to my hips.  I looked up at him and tilted my head.

“I've heard all about why they call you Piper.  Really cute name,” I taunted. 

Jordan groaned.  “Fuck, babe.  It's a stupid nickname.  I've tried to get them to stop calling me that...” he started to explain but I held my hand up, stopping him.

“Jordan, it's okay.  You may be called the pied piper of pussy.  But the only pussy you'll be touching is mine.” It was my turn to go territorial and by the look on Jordan's face he really liked it.  A lot.

“Damn, baby.”  He let out in a breath.  I laughed.  We were suddenly joined by a wiry guy who I recognized as Garrett.  He was bouncing on his feet and his longish blond hair was in stringy disarray around his head. 

Looking at him, I couldn't decide if I thought he was cute or not.  But he was appealing with his deep, dark eyes and thick, almost girlish lashes.  And when he smiled, it lit up his face.  Yep, I could see why the girls liked him.

“Hey Piper, introduce us!  I've been dying to meet the chick who has made you tolerable again.”  Garrett said, giving me a 100 watt smile.  Wow, okay, he was sort of dazzling.  And his personality was infectious.  He was a live wire, that's for sure. 

Jordan turned to me and gave the introductions.  “Garrett, this is my girlfriend, Maysie Ardin.  Maysie, this Garrett Bellows, lead guitarist and sometimes roommate.”  Garrett reached out and yanked me from Jordan's grip and then swallowed me in a huge hug. 

I was a little taken aback by the overt show of affection from someone I had just met.  Looking over Garrett's shoulder at Jordan, he just shook his head and mouthed “go with it.”  So I put my hands up and awkwardly patted Garrett on the back.

Garrett pulled back and held me by my upper arms.  “You are fucking gorgeous, Maysie.”  My face flushed.  I was flattered by his open appreciation.  Then he turned to Jordan.  “And I can tell she's a hell of a lot cooler than that bitch you used to date.”  Jordan just laughed and I didn't know what to say to that. 

Olivia was obviously known as the “bitch” by Jordan's band mates and I loved how that proved that she was not a perfect fit in his life.  And maybe that also proved that I was.

Garrett tugged on a strand of my hair in a familiar gesture, as though we were long lost friends rather than two people who had met literally thirty seconds ago.  “Enjoy the party, Maysie.  Anyone than can make that fucker start writing music again, is cool with me.”  He gave me a loud, sloppy kiss on the cheek and then left as fast as he had come.

Jordan swooped in and pulled me back into his arms.  “Sorry about that. I should have warned you that Garrett is very...uh...hands on,” he explained.  I wrapped my arms around his middle. 

I waved it off.  “He's nice,” I said honestly.  Jordan kissed my neck and then was distracted by two guys who were calling his name.   They held up a beer bong and were gesturing for Jordan to come over and try it out.   He tugged on our joined hands.  I pulled away and gave him a grin. 

“Go ahead, I'll wait here.”  Jordan kissed me again.

“Just give me a sec.  I'll be right back and we can get out of here.”  He flashed me a gorgeous smile before going to suck beer out of a funnel.  I stood on the edge of the bonfire, hands shoved in my jean pockets. 

“What's a girl like you doing at a party like this?” a voice asked over my shoulder.  I looked behind me and saw a guy standing there.  He was tall and skinny.  Not bad looking, in a heroin chic kind of way.  He had dark hair and dark eyes.  And he was looking at me as if I were on the menu he planned to order from.

“Just waiting for my boyfriend.” I replied, indicating Jordan, who was flat on his back with a length of plastic piping in his mouth.  I could see beer rushing through it.  Girls circled him, clapping as though they were watching an Olympic sport.

The guy didn't drop his smile.  And for some reason he didn't take the hint about the boyfriend and instead took it as an invitation.  Was he low functioning or something?  “Well, let me keep you company then.”  He stepped in closer and swept his hand up my back, starting with my ass.  What?  Was this guy for real?

I moved away.  “I'm fine, thanks.  And I really think you should keep your hands to yourself.”  This dude was making me seriously uncomfortable.  The guy closed the space between us again, his hand resting firmly on my left buttock and giving it a squeeze.  I swung around and smacked his hand away.  “I said, I'm fine.  Now back the fuck off,”  I told him through gritted teeth.

This guy was either crazy or stupid.  Because he just grinned at me again and reached out to touch me.

“
I'm gonna cut those fingers off if you don't keep them to yourself, Amos,” Jordan growled from behind me.  My boyfriend stepped in front of me and grabbed a hold of the front of Amos's shirt and gave him a hard shove.

The guy went down like a ton of bricks, sprawling out in the grass.  “Hey man, I didn't know she was yours.  Sorry!”  Amos held his hands up in surrender.  Jordan took a threatening step toward him and I grabbed his arm. 

“Enough Jordan!” I said sharply.  Jordan was barely able to stand up right. I could see that the beer bong was taking affect.  Amos got to his feet and scurried away.  Jordan then spun around to me, his eyes flashing. 

“Did he touch you?” he snarled and I blinked in confusion. 

“What?” I asked lamely.  Was he mad at me because some loser tried to cop a feel?  Jordan cupped the back of my neck and jerked me forward, his mouth so close to mine I could smell the beer on his breath. 

“Did that asshole touch you?” he growled, his face dark. 

I swallowed thickly.  “Um, he tried...” I started but didn't finish because Jordan hefted me up, his hands cupping my ass and I had to wrap my legs around his waist so I wouldn't fall.  He stalked off through the yard with me hanging off of him like a damn monkey.

“Where are we going?” I asked, not sure what was going on.  Jordan seemed pissed.  His vibe was fierce and intimidating.  He didn't answer me, heading toward a huge out building at the back of the property.

“Answer me!” I demanded, smacking his shoulder, but his fingers only dug into my ass and he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp.  When he got around to the back of the building, he dropped me to my feet and then grabbed a hold of my hips roughly.   He walked me backwards until my back was pressed against the wall of the shed.

He bent his head and captured my mouth with his, biting at my lips aggressively.  My insides went instantly molten.  His hand slid up my body to cup my breast through my shirt, his fingers rubbing into my fabric covered flesh. 

I pulled back slightly, my lips feeling tender from his mouth.  “What is this for?”  Jordan's eyes glinted in the moonlight, an almost feral look on his face. 

“No one touches you but me,” he said in a low voice, the words tinged in a growl.  I couldn't help but laugh. 

“Baby, you think I wanted that asshole to touch me?  Please, give me some credit,” I scoffed.  Jordan's hips pushed into mine again and his hand deftly popped the button of my jeans.  Then he unzipped them and folded the waist down.  My breath hitched as his hand slid down the front, caressing the soft silk of my panties.  His fingers found my wet center.  I was soaked.  His possessiveness was a serious turn on. 

He slipped his finger under the edge of my panties and plunged inside me.  I gasped and my hips arched to meet his hand.  He bent his head and started sucking and nibbling at the skin of my shoulder.  “I know you didn't want him to, babe.  That's not the point.  This is mine.”  Okay, so obviously he was feeling some sort of caveman need to mark me. 

He thrust a second finger inside me and I groaned, my head falling back as he attacked my throat with his mouth.  My body started to clench around his fingers and I felt my orgasm shudder through me.  I cried out as Jordan continued to pump his fingers in a merciless rhythm.