Authors: Sara Hess
Soon we were all taking turns floating on air, and I found it
wasn’t as scary as I thought. In fact, it was amazing. This was the first time
for half of the group, so while us amateurs were trying to get the hang of a
basic hover, the other guys were doing flips and zooming up, down and around.
It was aggravating because I wanted to be able to do those things
too, but when I tried I just ended up getting tossed wildly about. Evan stayed
next to me taking the time to explain certain tricks. I thought that was rather
cool of him. Most guys normally wouldn’t want to waste their time on making sure
someone else was getting the full air experience at the cost of their own fun,
but he did, and with his help I caught the logistics of it and was finally able
to execute a couple without crashing into the padded sides.
It was crazy amazing and I strangled Evan in a hug when I exited
the machine. “Oh…my…god! That was incredible. Thank you so much for showing me
how…and for bringing me here. I’m sure it’s not the real rush of an actual
plane jump, but it is still unbelievably amazing.”
Evan clinched me tight, our half helmets knocking together. “Are
you saying you want to get the real rush of jumping out of a plane?”
I jerked back. “What! No way am I saying that.” I so did not want
to jump out of a plane…at least, not right at this moment. It was an
interesting notion though.
He chuckled. “We’ll have to progress slowly then. Ever been bungee
jumping?”
“No.”
I had always wanted to try though, but I never had the money. I
had the money now but I’ve been so focused on my new business I’ve forgotten
about those things I’d always wanted to try when I did have money. But it was
also really difficult to spend it because I liked seeing my balance grow. The
more it grew the more secure I felt. But I suddenly realized that there had to
be a balance between feeling safe and having fun. I had definitely been short
changing myself in the fun department.
Gripping Evan’s biceps I went to shake him back and forth, but he
was too solid for me to shake. “We should totally make a date to do that soon.
Have you ever been?”
Evan’s grin was wide and his eyes twinkled as he stared a down at
me. “Yes, several times, and I would love to set a date for us to do that.”
I should have realized that he’d already bungee jumped. The man
was an adrenaline junkie. In fact… “Have you jumped out of a plane before?”
He nodded. “Two or three times.”
Right, it was probably more than that. “Holy Monkey Balls! Was it
scary? Did you pee just a little?” The man was crazy.
Laughing, he pulled me in for a hard squeeze, kissing the side of
my neck. God, he was gorgeous, and when he laughed my inside quivered and
clenched.
“You are so fucking cute right now, and so fucking high on
adrenaline you’re bouncing off the proverbial walls. But to answer your
questions; yes, it was a bit scary, and no, I did not pee…even a little bit.
When I get excited it’s kind of hard to pee, if you know what I mean.” He
waggled his brows.
I frowned in confusion but then he bumped his hips forward and I
gaped feeling his stiff erection against my abdomen. “Seriously! High-risk
activities get you…aroused?” I whispered the last, because not everyone needed
to know.
The smirk on his face was downright corrupting. “Not normally as
bad as I am today. You seem to be making it worse.”
I narrowed my eyes on him even as my heart leaped in bliss and my
blood zipped feverishly. “There you go; blaming me again for you faulty
plumbing.”
“Not faulty, Red. You just make me super charged; better, faster,
stronger, longer…” He bent down and nibbled my neck making me giggle and
squirm.
“God, you are such a dork.” I laughed.
When he raised his head amusement was still on his face, but I
observed something serious in his amber depths. “And you’re a vision.”
My chest compressed and I had to swallow at the rush of emotion
that wanted to overwhelm me. His tone was so sincere and I was struck dumb that
all I could do was stare up at him in a blinking daze, but thankfully Blake
interrupted my mental hiatus.
“Evan, get your ass inside here. We’re going to try one of those
group circles.”
With a grin and a hot kiss Evan ran and jumped into the up-draft
of air.
Show-off
. I shook my head to shake myself out of my dumb-dumb
state and noticed Samantha gazing at me. She brought up both her hands
interlocking the thumb and forefingers of both hands mouthing ‘
connected
souls’
looking dewy-eyed.
Rolling my eyes at her I gave her the crazy sign in return,
ignoring my pitter-pattering heart. That girl was living in a fairy tale
world.
Too soon our time was up and we had to leave. We all decided to go
out for a late lunch and the time was filled with talk of the events of last
night and today. The only part of the discussion I didn’t like was the ribbing
I got for chucking my sandals—I thanked Gabby again for going back and picking
those up for me—and pitching a fit over Evan’s minor fender bender—
Trey’s
viewpoint
—but besides that the lunch was enjoyable and went by too quickly.
Before I knew it we were back at the beach house packing up our stuff and Evan
was driving us back to Charlottesville.
I was extremely disappointed to see the weekend end, but more
upsetting was the fact that I’d gotten to spend almost every second with Evan
and I wasn’t looking forward to the separation. You’d think after an entire
weekend nearly joined at the hip I’d want to get away from his annoying self,
but I wasn’t, because he wasn’t annoying.
He was altogether too fantastic.
Uhhggg
.
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∞ ∞
ME:
I have to cancel tonight because of work.
Evan:
Work?
ME:
My photographer is sick and I have to fill in for her.
Evan:
Why you? Why tonight?
ME:
Me, because I don’t have a staff of lackey’s to do my
bidding. Tonight, because the guy who needs following is going to a Frat party
and that’s the best time to catch cheater’s cheating, if they’re cheating.
Evan:
That sounds like the beginning of some kind of tongue
twister. I’ll go with you? I can be the Cagney to your Lacey, the Butch to your
Cassidy, the Turner to your Hootch
.
ME:
How come you’re the Front names, and I end up being the
dog?
Evan:
Coincidence
.
ME:
Rightttt. It’s a lot of sitting around, and staking out.
Very boring. I’ve already left anyway.
Evan:
I’ll meet up with you
.
I don’t like the idea of
you going into a Frat house alone.
Me:
You could use this time to do something with someone else.
I’m sure you’re sick of me by now. Go forth and have fun
.
Evan:
I have fun with you. I’ll text you when I get out of work
and you can tell me where you are
.
Me:
I’ll think about it. You think about alternate plans just
in case. G2G.
I pushed my phone away and ignored it when it beeped again, and
again, and again.
It’s been seventeen days since that Monday I decided to give Evan
a chance, and he and I have spent them all together; lunches on Monday’s and
Wednesday’s, and he was coming over each night after work for a few hours. During
these seventeen days we’d gone bowling, played racquetball, worked-out
together, and hung-out at his house with Carrie, Nic and some of his other
friends playing board games and drinking on the weekend. Evan had also taken me
bungee-jumping last weekend, and hey, I had loved it.
Afterwards Evan and I nearly had sex in his car we’d both been so
high on excitement and adrenaline.
I was learning that Evan didn’t like sitting around. He liked to
go out and do stuff, and I realized I did too, and I also recognized that I’d
been cooping myself up in the apartment too much.
But we’d been in each other’s company for seventeen days straight.
He had to be getting sick of me.
I didn’t want him to get sick of me…at least not sooner than projected.
But I wasn’t fooling myself; I knew it was coming.
Had he spent everyday with his other women? If so, maybe that’s
why he got bored so quickly. Seeing someone everyday had to wear on the nerves
at some point. The saying,
Absence makes the hearts grow fonder
, had to
have some merit to it, right? They didn’t make up those stupid Idioms for shits
and giggles.
What troubled me was I wasn’t getting sick of him…and that was
worrying me sick. I had been kind of hoping that all this time we were spending
together would grate on my nerves, or that he’d reveal what a prick he really
was underneath of that incredibleness. But neither of those things had happened
yet. Instead, I was getting even more attached to him.
Seventeen days wasn’t really that long of a time-frame though.
Maybe all I needed was another week and then I’d want to punch him.
I had to wonder if the only reason for Evan’s continued interest
was because we hadn’t had sex yet. We were doing a lot of other stuff…that man
liked going down on me…I liked it too…but he was holding out on the actual
intercourse part. Twice he’d taken my own vibrator to me…the big creep had done
some snooping in my drawers…and nearly killed me with the number of orgasms
he’d pulled from me. He was way too into torturing me.
My core clenched fiercely just remembering it. I couldn’t even
feel self-conscious about it because it had been so good. The way Evan had cum
in his boxers watching me also minimized my embarrassment.
I know most guys wouldn’t bother to stick around if they weren’t
being offered ‘the milk for free’, but some guys did have the fortitude to
wait. Evan was definitely someone who liked a challenge; what if I’d become a
challenge?
However, it wasn’t me holding out and offering him the challenge.
He was the one abstaining.
I was rattled and confused. I was thinking I needed to jump him
and get the sex out of the way so this thing could go its natural, expected
course.
More time spent with him was bound to wreck me more.
My introspection was interrupted by the sight of my mark, a Mr.
Jeremy Upton, leaving his apartment and heading toward his car, a blue Monte Carlo. The only reason I knew the make and model of his car was because I’d
researched him.
Evan would have known just by looking. I don’t know if it was a
guy thing, or it was because he just knew cars.
Aaanndd
, I needed to stop thinking about him. Tonight was a
time for both of us to have a break from the other.
I put Carrie’s car in gear—she’d let me borrow it since I still
hadn’t gotten around to buying one of my own—and followed the guy as he pulled
out of the parking lot turning left. I’d gotten a call this afternoon from a
Betty Carson who said she wanted to find out if her boyfriend was cheating on
her. She was going to be out of town tonight and she wanted me to follow Jeremy
to find out what, or who, he did when she wasn’t around. She’d clued me in that
he might attend a small Frat party since he was friends with a bunch of the
guys in the House.
Seven minutes later Jeremy pulled into a liquor store and went
inside. Ten minutes later he came back out hauling a keg and stacks of red
plastic cups. Did people have kegs for small parties? How many people did a
small Frat party consist of?
After stowing the keg in the trunk of his car Jeremy slid back
behind the wheel. Eight minutes later he stopped at a pizza joint; five
minutes, and what appeared to be fifteen pizza boxes later, Jeremy was back on
the road.
It appeared Jeremy was the errand boy tonight.
Soon we were driving down Fraternity Lane and Jeremy was parking
in front of the Iota Phi Theta house. He must have alerted the house to his
arrival because several guys came out whooping and high-fiving, and helped him
carry in the pizza’s and keg.
I parked on the other side of the street a few dozen yards away. There
were about a dozen vehicles in the Frat’s parking area showing that most of the
guys were home already.
Pulling out some course work I planned to get comfortable for an
hour or two. During that time I had to fight myself so I wouldn’t answer Evan’s
insistent texts and calls. It was harder than I thought. And even though he had
texted me, wanting to know where I was, I was still anxious about what he was
doing, and who he might be doing things with.
Around seven o’clock cars were lining the curbside and an
estimated seventy-five people, not all males, had entered the house. That
probably was a small party by Fraternity standards, but it was early and more
would arrive.
I figured it was time to go inside so I wouldn’t miss my money
shot. I was wearing skinny jeans and one of my nicer shirt; white with a large
black flowery print. I pulled my hair out of the bun it was in and let it fall
haphazardly everywhere. The jeans and t-shirt already made me stick out like a
nun at a whore convention. The bun would have been overkill.
I strode into the house, pushing through the crowd, and headed
directly for the keg. I knew where it was because I’d been in this house seven
times during the course of my career; each time coming out with an
incriminating picture. I wasn’t expecting this time to be any different.
Paying the five bucks cover charge for unlimited beer…that I had
no intention of touching…I strolled around looking for Jeremy. Thankfully, I
didn’t have to look far; he was in the dining room playing quarter bounce. Dozens
of males and females were gathered around the table, but regrettably for me and
an early night, none of the females were hanging off him.