Family (Men of Steel #5.5) (11 page)

Chapter 2

Tori

H
aylie and I shared our first breakfast at the college café’, which was a nice way to say cafeteria. I guess it gave off the vibe that we were now more mature. Looking around I noted that in fact some of us were. Then I saw a table full of girls chuckling and laughing, one actually snorted and yes, milk spilled from her nose.

My instinct was to get her a tissue and then leave. I certainly couldn’t imagine eating every meal with people who didn’t even have the slightest clue of what table manners were. Didn’t their mother’s teach them right?

We walked outside and Haylie started laughing. “That grossed you out huh?”

“Certainly did. That was disgusting. I do wonder how some of those people passed the entrance exam.”

We walked down the street a bit watching the gathered groups outside of dorms and private housing, all laughing, all smiling, all having a great time.

“Can you believe we’re actually here Haylie? Me and you, students at UNC together, it’s a dream come true.”

“Sure is.” She smiled as she looked around.

Out from nowhere a Frisbee hit Haylie, in the side of the head, almost hitting her in the eye, and I heard it. It was so loud. “Geez Haylie, are you alright?”

“Yes.” She whispered and held her hand over her eye.

I looked up and a sandy blond hair boy was in front of her.

“Let me see.” He pulled her hand off of her face and held it. “You alright?”

“I’m fine thank you,” she said looking away.

He smiled, “You sure? I could take you to medical. It wouldn’t be a problem.”

“No I really appreciate it but I’m alright.”

“I have to be sure, since the offending Frisbee was mine. Let me ask a few questions, if you can answer them, and your friend here can confirm they’re correct I will let you walk away. If not I’m gonna have to insist on taking you to medical immediately, okay?”

She nodded.

“Name?” he asked.

“Haylie Harbour.”

“Freshman?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s your dorm?”

“Two blocks down, first building on the right.”

His smile grew.

“ I truly am fine,” she began to blush.

“One more question?”

She nodded.

“Phone number?”

She started rattling it off and I nudged her. She stopped and looked at me wondering what I was doing.

The blond boy laughed and then Haylie caught on.

“The Frisbee was fate Haylie Harbour, that’s how we met. Next time it will be well planned out. My name is Rex, and I live here. If you had a pen I would give you my number.”

She was grinning from ear to ear, “Sorry I don’t have one on me.”

“Well next time we run into each other I promise it won’t hurt so bad.” Then he leaned forward and kissed her head. “See you around Haylie Harbour.”

I grabbed her hand and walked quickly away.

“You should tell security about this. He knows where you live, your name--.”

“He was sweet.” She giggled, “And cute.”

“Haylie, have you never watched Lifetime television? He could be dangerous.”

“I’m sure he wasn’t.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to her. The boy was extremely forward and probably had ill intentions.

“You don’t have to walk me the rest of the way. I know you have things you need to do.”

“You’re safety is more important.”

“Oh my gosh Tori, he was just being nice.”

“That time! What happens next time? Will he knock you over the head with a bat and drag you into the bushes somewhere? You have to watch out for people like that.”

She smiled and nodded. “I know, but really you have to go. I’ll be just fine.”

She was right. I had appointments to keep and after eating in that café’ I knew they were important. I couldn’t wait for a kitchen of my own to cook meals in.

“Text me when you walk in your dorm and then after you meet Miss Roberts?”

“Of course. I’ll have to come by and grab my things anyways. Maybe the three of us can meet up tomorrow.”

After a hug goodbye I was off and when I looked at my watch I realized I had no time to spare. I was supposed to head over to a couple sorority houses.  They sought me out since my aunt attended UNC, so technically I had a family member that was alumni which made me prime target for all the sorority houses. Alumni equaled possible donors.

I received three different invitations requesting me to attend their social function for the same night. 

The first party I went to was at the Alpha-Chi Omega house.  The house was ranked at the top of the sororities to join based on their grade point average being the highest. Schooling was very important to me so it was at the top of my list as well.  I walked into a house full of girls dressed in beautiful Sunday dresses, hair and makeup done to a T.  They looked pretty much all alike.  They were beautiful and very affectionate.  I went into the living room where most of the girls were. There were trays of food and music playing softly in the background.  The president of the house jumped up and came right over to me.  Overall I got the feeling they were caring but they had to be made up every day from head to toe.  I enjoyed my Sundays just lying around, so I’m not sure that I was going to fit in well, so I was on to the next house.

Next came the Kappa Delta.  They were ranked right behind the first sorority and showed a lot of potential when I entered the house.  I liked that all the girls wore whatever they wanted.  One of the girls had walked straight up to me and stated that she loved my shirt.  Right there, I thought I could fit in nicely with these ladies.  There was some music playing and it was country, my favorite.  A couple more came over and gave me a hug and told me about how the house was ran, what they did for the local charities and for fun.  I was sold, this was the house I would pledge.  I mean unless the last house was amazing.

The last house had the lowest grade point average between all three of them.  Alpha Kappa Alpha’s were partiers, I could tell.  They were all walking around with drinks in their hands and none of them were dressed up.  I mean they seemed like they could be a lot of fun but nothing more than that.  A few girls just walked by me like they didn’t even see me.  To tell you the truth they probably didn’t. They were too busy drinking and talking.  I looked around and then made my way right back to the front door. 

After four hours of social gatherings I was exhausted and ready to crawl into my bed and fall asleep.  Haylie and I had a big day planned tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to meet her new roommate. I hope she likes to just hang out like we do and read. Oh, maybe we can get her to join our book club. 

Chapter 3

Marley… the night before

T
he first night here in Carolina, my new roommate’s car had broken down and she was going to be here in the morning. Haylie Harbour, I liked her name, sounded like a party girl. I hoped like hell she was cool, if not, no big deal, people of the female persuasion never really liked me anyway. Quite frankly I didn’t like bitches either. I promised my little sister Happy that I would try to get along and play well with them. So I suppose I had to. She promised me she wouldn’t let the parents drive her crazy and to help keep them at a distance so that I could finally show the world who I was and that I was not my parents.

I decided that I would try, and honestly was a little disappointed that I had to try to make friends on the first day without my roommate in tow. I had seen signs about a blue and white scrimmage at the football field. When I was carrying the last box from my car up three flights of stairs in my all girls dorm (Yeah that sucked) I was handed one of said pamphlets by a sweet little southern girl.

“Make sure you come show our boys support now won’t ya?”

“I will try,” I faked smiled as she set the pamphlet on top of three boxes I was lugging around with no offers of help in site. I held it there with my chin as I climbed the stairs.

When I finally reached the landing of floor one my arms felt like they would give out.

“Need some help?” 

I looked up and saw, Jacob, or a guy who had that same smile as Taylor Lautner did in the Twilight movies. I flashed him my own smile.

“You sure you have time?”

“Just got my little sister situated in her room,” he pointed to the doorway. “It wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“In that case, I would love some help.” 

He took all three boxes and his muscles flexed under his white tank top and all I could think about is what kind of beast this man could turn into when provoked. 

“You go ahead, I’ll follow.”

Oh yes you will little wolf boy, like a lamb to slaughter. I pulled my already short skirt up a little higher and made sure to exaggerate the shake in my ass.

As luck would have it the door opened on the second floor and breeze blew the flyer off the box over my head, landing at the top of the next landing.

“Shit can you get that?” He laughed. “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Bella.”

“I like that. Mines--.”

Pause, I didn’t want to know his name, son of a bitch, he was Jake to me.

“Taylor.”

SCORE! 

“You go to school here?”

“Nope. Senior at V Tech. Just dropping my sister off on my way through.”

“Perfect.”

I leaned over slowly without bending my knees to grab the pamphlet. I was damn sure to give him a show.

When I looked back and held it up, “Got it.” He looked stunned.

“You okay?” I asked as sweetly as I could. 

“Yeah, no, sure.”

“That’s good.”

I unlocked the door and walked in while holding it open for him.

“My roommate won’t be here until tomorrow, go ahead and set those on her bed.”

He did and then turned around.

“So maybe I could introduce you to my sister, at least you’d have someone here that you kind of knew.”

“That’s awfully nice of you,” I said twirling my hair purposely. “But I have a lot of unpacking to do still. “Just wish my roommate were here. I mean, I wanted her to hold this chair while I put some things on that shelf, but it’ll have to wait. I don’t want to fall in here all by myself.”

“I can put whatever you need up.”

I looked at his broad chest and then reached over rubbing his arm, “I bet you could. Just hold the chair for me, I wouldn’t want you to feel like I have taken advantage of your kindness.”

I slowly looked down and saw a pretty decent size tent being pitched in his basketball shorts.

“You’ve got permission to take advantage. I just need to be on the road in a couple hours.” His voice was gruff and thick.

I smiled, turned around grabbed my Jack Daniels clock, a graduation gift from my parents, don’t ask, and stood on the chair.

“You got me?”

“I certainly do,” he all but groaned. 

I looked down at him and saw the tent had gone from a one man to a possible three or four man tent. 

I reached up and leaned forward making sure to stretch and arch enough so that my ass was in his face.

When I felt his tongue lick my cheek I looked back over at him, “Did you just lick my ass?”

“I did,” he grabbed my hips and I arched again and he responded by licking me a bit harder.

“Did I give you permission?” 

“You certainly seemed to be.”

I carefully pushed his hands off my hips and then climbed down off the chair holding his shoulders for stability. 

“Next time ask a lady before licking her ass.”

“Really?” He gasped.

“Of course really.”

He started to step back and I held firmer. “Ask me.”

“You gonna say no? Because if you are, just save me the embarrassment. I must have read you wrong which I have no clue how an ass in the face twice, three times if you count the stairs isn’t a god damn signal. Fuck you aren’t even wearing panties.

“You done rambling?” He nodded yes. “After you ask me are you going to make damn sure I come before you?”

“I sure will try.”

“No, I know how to get myself off, so all you have to do is follow instructions. Now ask me.”

“Christ Bella, can I lick you again.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.” He growled.

“You start with my pussy and you make her purr and the answer is yes.”

“Oh fuck, I am going to eat you till you come twice.”

I walked over to the bed and sat.

“You wanna lay down Bella?”

“No, I want you on your knees,” I said as I spread my legs wide and pulled up my skirt. 

“That’s where we’ll start,” he groaned right before dropping down and licking my pussy. 

After I came, and it took awhile, he wasn’t as skilled as the ex. He stood and so did I.

“Thank you,” I said pulling my skirt back down.

“Thank you?” He laughed as he pulled down his shorts.

“Yes thank you. I have a football game to get to so,” I walked to the door and started to open it.

“Fuck, Bella what the hell?”

I didn’t say a word I just stood holding the door open as he pulled his shorts up.

“I didn’t think it would take so long. Maybe I will see you next time you stop in.”

He walked towards the door and stopped, “Not worth my time. That was a bitch move.”

“Sorry to hear that,” I wiped his chin, “You got a little on you, ” licked my finger, “Mmm, taste well worth it to me.”

His jaw dropped and I gave him a little push and shut the door behind him locking it.

So I bet you all think I’m a bitch, a whore, trashy, and dirty. Go ahead and admit that’s what you think, I will take no offense to it. Hell I will admit it, yes I am all of the above and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.

I was burnt once. Gave it up to a boy who showed me how good sex could be and then he fucked me over.

So now I was in the driver seat of my sexual life. The choices were mine, all of them, no one would control me, or my pussy again.

I love sex. I love to come, I love to hear desire in a man’s voice, and see it in his eyes. I love to have my pussy licked and fingered until I come in waves.

I also love cock. The boloney pony, beaver basher, the cum gun, beef whistle, the deep V diver, the dong, the custard cannon, the flesh flute, fun stick, the heat seeking moisture missile, the piss weasel, the one eyed trouser snake, the purple headed love warrior, the joystick, the microphone, the pecker, the pork sword, whatever you fancy calling it doesn’t matter, it’s all the same. I love to suck it, swallow the come of a worthy stick and feel it between my legs.

I looked out the peep hole hoping he was gone and he was. No it didn’t bother me one bit that he wasn’t outside the door looking like a whipped puppy, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted a man who could handle my terms, which were simple. One, I don’t want your name, I want you to lick me, fuck me, and leave. I want no promise and to give you no hope that this was anything other than an exchange of orgasm. You cross the line and you’re out. Taylor crossed the line, not really sure what it was but hey, who cares. I was chalking it as Marley one Carolina zip, sucker.

I grabbed a freshen up wipe and cleaned my jewel, threw my knee-high leather boots on and headed out the door. I paused briefly considering whether or not I would wear panties and I decided fuck it. This may be football but in baseball terms, I wanted a double header and I was gonna find a pumped up hard bodied muscle head to ride until I passed out.

Holy hell I hit the mother load. There were about thirty athletic hot men on the field, and a bonus, the game was almost over. Ten minutes was all I had. Hell it wasn’t like it was a bad thing. I was kind of digging the pants.

I heard two girls behind me talking about one of their brothers who said there was some girl on the third floor that was a real slut. Her name was Bella. I knew immediately who they were talking about, but fuck I wasn’t Bella. Judgy bitches, didn’t they watch the damn movie, Bella didn’t fuck the wolf boy, and hell I wasn’t going to screw that up.

“I am gonna text him and find out the room, I would love to give her a piece of my mind. I mean seriously he helped her carry boxes and she bends over revealing her bare ass? Who does that? Then asks him if she can thank him by giving him a blow job.”

“What a pig,” The other girl snarled.

“Yep, I will find out who she is and make sure everyone knows too.”

“Let’s do it tonight,” the other twat giggled.

I stood up and walked to the pop machine, grabbed a mountain dew and came back.

“Are you new here?” Snatch one asked.

“First year, go Tar Heels,” I gave them a fake ass smile.

“You a football fan?” Snatch two asked.

“Who isn’t?” I didn’t give two fucks about football, I liked to watch the boys.

“Number 45 is mine,” she giggled.

I smiled, “You meet him here?”

“Yep, last year. Actually one year ago today. It’s our anniversary.”

Anniversary? Really peppy ass Pollyanna of the, protect the pussy pom-pom squad. Gawd, I already hated that bitch.

“Congratulations.” Yes I threw up a little in my mouth.

“Everyone goes down to Four Corners after the game you should come.”

“You and your man gonna celebrate there?”

“It’s a start,” she winked.

“You enjoy that.”

I looked out on the field for number 45 and he was a big guy. Tall, check, good ass, check, able to pound one home, damn he tackled one of the guys in blue, fucking hard to, double check.

Hmm, I thought to myself. Nah.