Best Friends Forever (9 page)

Six

After I text Hazel and ask what she’s doing tonight, an hour passes. It’s the slowest sixty minutes of my life. I need to get laid. When I can’t take it anymore, I blow out the candles in my room and then walk to her dorm room.

As I approach the door, I hear loud laughter. There’s a guy and girl inside and my stomach plummets. I gather my courage and knock on the door.

Cheyanne swings the door open. “Oh, hey, Nolan. Destiny’s not here.”

I panic. I have to know if Hazel’s in this room. “Is she with Hazel somewhere?”

“No, Hazel’s right here,” she says, opening the door wider and revealing Hazel and Audric cuddly on her bed, Hazel giggling like a little girl and Audric tickling her senseless. Jealousy boiled deep in my belly, threatening to erupt at any second.

“Hazel, can I talk to you for a second?” I say, my voice surprisingly even and calm. I have to repeat myself to be heard over her raucous laughter.

Once we’re in the hall, I close the door, sealing Audric and Cheyanne inside and forcing Hazel to make eye contact. When she sees my fierce expression, her smile disappears, leaving her sober.

“What’s wrong?”

“What the fuck was that?” I whisper. I don’t want them to hear us in her room, where I know they’ll be eavesdropping.

“I don’t know what you mean. Audric and I were just hanging out. I think Cheyanne was sick of us, though, so it’s probably best that you stopped in. Are you looking for Des? She said you had to study and that she was solo for the night. I was thinking about going over and hanging out with her.”

“I’m not studying tonight. But you’re going to tell Des and Audric and Cheyanne that you are. You’re my tutor in calculus for the evening.”

I don’t give her time to argue. I push open her door and notice that Cheyanne jumps back in surprise from where she’d been listening. Stupid bitch is going to get what’s coming to her. I escort Hazel inside and tell her to grab her stuff.

“Hazel has agreed to be my tutor for the night, guys. Sorry she’s going to have to leave the ticklefest.”

“Thank God,” I hear Cheyanne mutter under her breath. My hatred for her grows and any lingering guilt I might have felt for her regarding what we’re about to do dissipates.

Before we get into anything sexual, I plan to have Hazel send out the texts about Cheyanne. The redhead deserves it. Maybe I can somehow use the text as leverage to get Hazel to sleep with me. I doubt it, but it’s definitely worth a try.

Hazel doesn’t say much as she gathers her bag, shoving her books inside with too much force. She walks, silently, with me to my room. I enter and go to my iPod, turning on some light music to help with the sounds I know we’re eventually going to make. When I turn to look at Hazel, she’s closed my door, dropped her bag on the floor, and is leaning back against the door with a pissed-off look on her face. She looks so damn hot.

“You know, I don’t appreciate being pushed around,” she starts. I walk toward her as she speaks. “I’m not the kind of girl to just be submissive–”

I delve my hands into her hair and push her closer to the door as my lips descend on hers, interrupting her little speech. She tastes so good, minty with a hint of coffee, and my senses go wild.

I didn’t plan on doing this first, but she’s just so damn hot, I know I won’t be able to think about anything else until I have her. Hazel is tentative at first, almost shy. But when her hands claw their way up my back and she arches into me, I know she’s as lost as I am.

I press farther into her, her soft curves giving way as my body melds into hers. We fit together more perfectly than I’ve fit with any other girl. She’s perfect. I trail my fingers down her face, tickling her cheek. She smiles up at me like I’m all she sees and my heart clenches tightly. I reach around her and lock the door and then lift her left leg and hook it around my hip. She understands what I want and uses her hands on my shoulders for leverage to get her other leg around me, ankles locked behind me.

I moan into the hollow of her throat and suck the sweet skin of her neck. She throws her head back in pleasure and releases a low moan. It’s a sound that releases the animal in me. I pull her away from the door, my hands under her ass to support her as she clings to my neck. I walk to my bed and lay her on it, following her down. I press lingering kisses to her neck and then pull down her top a little to get my fill of her breasts.

“Take it off,” she demands when I can’t quite get it all the way down.

I help her get the damn thing off and she moans at the contact of my tongue and her nipple. She’s so responsive, so alive. I want to make her come a million times, forever. Surprised by my own thoughts, I push away any idea of forever and try to remember that she’s just filling in for Des. But even I know I’m only lying to myself. This girl is it for me. She’s the one.

Minutes, or hours, later, I’ve got both of us naked. I roll on the condom and press into her burning heat. She’s so warm, so wet, so tight. I could sink into her forever. Straining for breath, I rise above her on my fists and pump into her, dragging us both closer and closer to our imminent orgasms.

When she explodes, she consumes me. She squeezes my dick so hard, I’m helpless to the climax pouring down on me and I release myself inside her. Shuddering, I slump over her, still holding my weight over her with my arms. I kiss her ear, her cheek, and finally, her mouth.

“That was amazing,” I whisper, knowing I’ll never get enough.

She gulps. “I can’t believe we just did that.” Guilt has obviously set in. I want to comfort her.

“I’ll break it off with Des in the morning. I only want you, Hazel. That was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, honesty popping out before I can stop it.

I look at her beautiful face and notice the tears forming. “Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

“That was wrong! You’re with Des and I’m supposed to be her best friend, Nolan! This can’t happen again. I won’t do this to her,” she says, pushing me off her.

I roll over toward the wall and she gets up, searches for her clothes, and dresses, all while crying silently. The black streaks down her face pull at my heart. I don’t want her to feel this way about us.

“I’ll break up with her now,” I tell her, scooting off the bed and standing naked in front of her.

Hazel pulls on her shirt and looks up at me, fully clothed and pure sadness reigning in her eyes. “No, Nolan. Stay with her. I can’t keep doing this. Eventually, it’s going to catch up with me. I can’t be dishonest with my friend. So we can keep up the text messages, if that’s what you want to do, but we can’t do that again.” She’s firm, already set in her decision and my heart screams from inside my chest, no!

“If that’s what you want,” I say, and I turn away from her, disposing of the condom and pulling on my boxers. When I turn back, she’s gone; the door clicks definitively in place. I could go after her, but I know it won’t do any good. I saw the determination in her eyes.

It’s over.

Seven

No more than ten minutes after Hazel leaves, I’m nursing a beer, depressed. My attitude doesn’t make sense, but I can’t help it. I only just figured out how important she is to me, and she’s dumping me. It’s not fair.

A knock on my door has my heart jumping with anticipation that it’s Hazel and she’s changed her mind. When I pull open the door, though, I struggle to keep a positive outlook.

“Hey, stud,” Destiny greets me with a husky voice. I take in the long coat she’s wearing, wondering why she wants to wear that thing when it’s still pretty warm out.

I’m sure she wants to fool around a little, but after what just happened, I don’t even know if I’ll be turned on by her.

I give her a fake smile. “Hey, Des.”

“Can I come in?” she asks coyly and I wonder what she’s up to.

I open the door wider to allow her in and then wander over to my bed. I’m still in just my boxers and I can’t believe my life has turned around so quickly. I’m always the one to leave them high and dry, wanting me, but Hazel managed to switch it around somehow. I want that dark-haired Goth girl even more, now that I’ve had her. She’s got me wrapped around her finger and now she wants nothing to do with me.

“Nolan? Hello?” Destiny waves her hands in front of me and I look up, finally snapping free of my Hazel reverie and taking in the sight before me.

This is not the demure Destiny who giggles when I kiss her and pulls away when things get too intense. No, this must be an invasion of the body snatchers because Des is dressed to the nines in a slinky black negligee and three-inch black high heels. She looks…

“Damn,” I say, blinking at her. “What’s all this?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I think I’ve made you wait long enough,” she explains.

Realization dawns. “Des, you don’t have to. I mean, I don’t want to be one of those guys who pushes a girl into sex too soon, especially in a new relationship.” I throw my hands up to ward her off, but she advances anyway.

She pushes my hands out of her way and straddles me on the bed, her silky thighs rubbing tauntingly along my hips. With her hands in my hair, she pouts.

“Don’t I turn you on, baby?” She licks her lips and I feel my dick stir.

These freshmen girls are going to kill me, I think. And then I don’t think at all. My hands frame her luscious hips and pull her closer, grinding my now straining cock against her tender flesh. I grip her hips so hard, I’m pretty sure I’ll leave marks. Des doesn’t complain, though. If anything, she acts like she wants more.

Taking control, I flip her off me so she’s on her belly on my bed, her ass high enough in the air to show that she’s only wearing a black thong underneath the silky black teddy. I run my hands over her firm ass, loving that she’s not a twig. There’s delicious flesh on her bones and I massage her cheeks, loving the way she moans and arches, her chest lifting up off the bed.

“You like it when I touch your ass?” I whisper, thinking I might be able to get into the whole BDSM thing.

She whimpers and I land a resounding smack! on her left cheek, marring the beautiful pale skin. After a quick gasp, I delve my fingers between her thighs, seeking that heat. I find her soaked, turned on and willing; her pussy accepts my probing finger and another moan escapes her lips.

“Nolan!” she groans. I don’t go too deep with my finger, but I slip in a second to stretch her, preparing her for me. I don’t want her in pain. On her knees, she thrusts her ass back at my hand and I put a calming hand on her back.

“Easy, baby. We’ve got all night,” I say.

She turns to look at me, and when I pull my fingers out and press them firmly to her clit, her eyes roll into the back of her head and her eyelids flutter closed. More determined than ever to please her, I retract my fingers, ignoring her groan of protest and putting my hands on her hips to help her turn over.

I tug her panties down and toss them somewhere across the room. She’s smooth, and I can tell she’s been planning this. I get on my knees next to the bed and start my torture. I nip at her thighs, delighted by the way her skin jumps at my touch. I soothe each bite with my tongue, getting her used to me touching her.

Sliding my palms up and around her thighs to cup her ass, I lift her to my mouth and smile at her loud gasp. Her fingers clutch my hair and I can’t tell if she’s trying to push me away or pull me closer, not that I care. Her taste is so sweet, so addicting, I may never stop. I lick her thoroughly and then focus my attention on her clit, sucking the tender nub into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Her ass lifts off the bed, pushing her pussy into my face, and I push back, trying to give her as much as I can.

My dick is so hard, I think I might come in my boxers, but I know that’s not what she wants. It isn’t what I want, either, but visions of Hazel dance in my mind and suddenly, I’m picturing the tortured brunette beneath me instead of the busty blonde. Without breaking contact, I move my hand to my nightstand and fumble around for a condom, knowing I’ll need to invest in more if I keep having days like this.

I drag Destiny’s ass to the edge of the bed for better leverage and continue to lap at her entrance while I rip open the foil packet and roll on the condom. Once I’m ready, I put my hands on Destiny’s legs and push them back, opening her even wider for me. I apply just the right amount of pressure and then she comes, her scent hot on my tongue while she covers her own mouth with her hands to contain the scream of pleasure that erupts.

I imagine Hazel beneath me, begging for my cock and talking dirty to me, and without much thought, I stand, slamming myself into her, my dick throbbing so hard I can hardly contain myself. Her gasp of pain jolts me back to reality.

“It’s okay, baby,” I groan against her ear, kissing her neck and throat. “It’ll go away.” And for both of our sakes, I hope the pain goes away fast. I’m not going to last long.

She’s so tight, so virginal; pride rises up in me. I’m her first. I imagine I’m Hazel’s first and thrust against her, testing her pain. She moans and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I know she’s good so I let loose, pounding into her with all my strength, not bothering to check to see if she’s alright. I pump in and out until I feel her tense against me.

“It’s okay, I promise,” I whisper, silently begging her to come so I can too.

She holds her breath and squeezes her eyes shut and tenses, her whole body frozen in place while I fuck her. When she goes limp, her body sinking into the mattress and the breath rushing from her lips, I let go, groaning loudly and then falling against her, not bothering to shield her from my weight.

What a night.

Eight

I wake up an hour later, Destiny wrapped comfortably in my arms, her platinum hair dancing wildly against my nose. I swat it out of the way and lean back, away from her. My phone is on silent, on the nightstand behind us, but the room lights up with a notification and I roll over to check it.

It’s a text from Hazel. My heart skips. Does she know about me and Des? I’m worried she’ll be jealous, but she only wants to know about our mission to ruin Cheyanne.

Is this still a go? I have everything ready, but I want to make sure you’re still on board.

I type out a quick yes and wait for her reply. I don’t get one. Instead, I get a message from an unknown number, the number I know is our decoy cell phone. I open it with pride and read what she’s written.

Attention Coastal students! There is a mother among you. Three years ago, our own Cheyanne Hanley, the redhead in the Maple residence hall, got knocked up. With a toddler at home, how can she justify leaving the poor guy? Oh, that’s easy. Her baby daddy is none other than Roman Callahan!

It’s an amazing text, with just the right amount of information. People will be flooding Cheyanne and Roman’s phones, as well as flocking to them wherever they go to get more details. I smile at my phone but don’t write back. After all the excitement of the night, I definitely need sleep.

* * * * *

I wake the next morning to someone kissing my neck. I dreamt of Hazel all night and I almost say her name aloud, but I open my eyes first.

Staring at me is Des, her pretty blue eyes lit up in delight. She makes her way down my body and tugs my boxers down, revealing my morning wood. She’s a temptress as she wraps both hands around my erection, biting her lip in concentration. I watch, entranced, as she leans down and wraps her lush pink lips around the head. I groan and close my eyes, imagining Hazel again.

Minutes later, I come in her mouth and Destiny swallows it, grinning up at me. “I figured I owed you after last night,” she says and then hops off the bed, still wearing the black silk teddy. She grabs her coat and zips it up, keeping her attire completely concealed. She gives me a wink and then slips through the door and out of my room.

I throw my head back on my pillow and rub my sleepy eyes with my palms. There’s so much drama this year. I can’t imagine what the rest of the year is going to be like.

Almost as if on cue, a knock lands on my door. I fumble with my boxers, shoving my dick back through the slot and then tossing my blanket over my lower half for good measure.

“Come in.”

The door opens and I’m not sure who I’m expecting, but I definitely don’t expect Roman. “Hey, man, just saw Destiny sneaking out of your room. Good job finally taking her V card.”

His congratulations is a hard reality. I was ready to break up with Des, why on earth did I sleep with her? Revenge. I wanted to hurt Hazel, and I know sleeping with Des will do the trick. I smile at my internal struggle, knowing that I’ve always been a player and will continue to be one, long after Hazel is gone. Eventually, I’ll get her out of my system. Until then, I plan to have her as often as I can, despite her words last night.

“Yeah, it was a fun night,” I say as I sit up, wondering if he has any idea I also screwed his ex-girlfriend. I doubt it, though.

“Looks like it. Listen, did you tell anyone about Deacon?” he asks, his face scrunched up with worry.

“Of course not,” I answer honestly. Hazel already knew about his kid.

“Well, someone is trying to ruin our lives,” he continued, running a hand through his hair.

“Who the hell would do that? And what do you mean – ruin your life how?”

“Did you check your texts this morning?”

“No, not yet.”

“Check them,” he insists and I swipe my phone off the nightstand. I open my texts and glance at the message from the mystery number.

“Whose number is that?”

“I have no idea. There’s no information about the owner of the phone because it’s prepaid, but it’s local, which means it’s someone I know. I swear to God, if I ever find out who did this, I’ll kill him,” he threatens and I have to bite back a laugh.

“Or her,” I say, just to throw him off track.

His eyes fly to mine in surprise. “Hazel!”

Without another word, he’s gone. I jump out of bed and throw on some khaki shorts, hoping that I’m not too late. I race after him and appear in the doorway of Cheyanne and Hazel’s room just as Roman rips the blanket off Hazel, all but dragging her out of bed with a secure grip on her arm. Hazel flinches in pain and glares at Roman, her eyes throwing daggers.

“Did you do this?” Roman asks, although it seems like he’s already got her pegged. I hope she doesn’t give in to him.

“Do what?”

“Roman! What are you doing? Let her go,” Cheyanne commands. “She didn’t do it.”

He whirls around to face Cheyanne, who is sitting on her bed. “How do you know?”

“Let her go,” I say, forcing three sets of eyes to glare at me. “I’m RA whether you want to accept it or not. I can’t let you barge into a girl’s dorm and manhandle one of them.”

“Fuck off, Nolan. This is none of your business.” Roman turns back to Cheyanne. “How do you know she didn’t do it?”

Cheyanne sighs. “Because I checked her purse while she was asleep. Sorry, Hazel.”

Roman relaxes his grip on Hazel, but it’s not enough. “There, you see? It wasn’t her. So let her go, Rome.”

“Shouldn’t you be fucking your blonde bitch of a girlfriend?” he sneers, just to get a rise out of me.

To my surprise, and his dismay, it’s Hazel who gets pissed off at his comment. Her left hand comes out of nowhere and her fist slams into his jaw. He lets go of her, but she advances on him.

“You think you’re just a fucking hotshot, don’t you, Roman? You ever touch me again and I’ll aim for something much more precious to you than your face. Now get the fuck out of my room.” Considering her height, she seems larger than Roman and has him cowering in seconds.

He walks past me and then turns back, holding his jaw. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

I give him a shove to get him moving and close their door, refusing to ask if Hazel is okay. I can’t let her know I care still.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t call the cops,” I tell him as we walk down the hall.

“Just leave me alone. I know you’ve been sniffing around her since I dropped her. Trust me, she’s not worth your time,” he says viciously and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to slam his head into the wall.

I’ve never been one to fight, but I know my appearance is intimidating, so I use that to my advantage. “I’ve got a girlfriend,” I say, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. “And if you think I’m going to let you talk about my girl’s best friend like that, you’re wrong.” I step forward and he retreats, his back meeting the wall. “I expect you to apologize to her later today. You’ve got no fucking right to treat her that way. Cheyanne confirmed she didn’t send the text, so lay off. She’s innocent.”

“I guess I should ask your dumb-blonde girlfriend if she did it, huh?” He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with my show of dominance.

Just for fun, I slam my fist into the wall beside his head, cracking the drywall. He flinches. “Talk about Des that way again, and next time, it’ll be your head that breaks the wall. Fuck off, Roman,” I say, repeating his words to me.