The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (100 page)

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Authors: Brina Courtney,Raine Thomas,Bethany Lopez,A. O. Peart,Amanda Aksel,Felicia Tatum,Amanda Lance,Wendy Owens,Kimberly Knight,Heidi McLaughlin

Tags: #new adult, #new adult romance, #contemporary romance, #coming of age, #college romance, #coming of age romance, #alpha male romance

“What about Cheyenne?”

“That’s why I told her that she was going to California. She can stay with Bill and Trish.”

I watched Avery drink the last of his orange juice while I thought about what he was proposing. The longest vacation that I’d had in the last ten years was when I would fly Cheyenne to California in the summer to see her grandparents. I didn’t stay with her. I flew with her to Long Beach on the weekend, flew home, worked and then two weeks later, flew back to Long Beach to pick her up.

“And when is this cruise?” I asked.

“Second week of April—for Spring Break. Fucking Mexico for Spring Break! Can’t you picture all the hot pieces of ass in their bikinis?”

“You need to get laid.”

“That’s the point.”

“I thought the point was to meet
the one
?” I asked, mocking him.

“I’m going to try. If it doesn’t work, I will take your approach. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked.”

It had been a long time since I had fucked, too. Anessa and I stopped after she gave me head, and I returned to work while she went out and danced with her friends, finally letting loose and removing the stick from up her ass. I didn’t see her the rest of the night. Maybe a ship full of chicks with nowhere to go and on the prowl was a good idea after all.

“You know that it would just be cheaper to fuck a chick you meet at the bar, right?”

“Just let me try this,” he said, crossing his arms. He could go alone on the cruise, but I figured there wasn’t anything I could lose by joining him. “Also, asshole, one day, some chick is going to knock you upside your head. I know you’re not looking for
the one
, but you can’t be single and unhappy forever.”

“I’m not unhappy. I like my life, and I’m doing what’s best for Cheyenne,” I said, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest to match him.

“Cheyenne needs a mother figure.”

“Dude, I can’t just bring chicks in here on rotation and hope that one’s
the one
.”

“No, but you can stop being an asshole and start opening your eyes. Dana’s death has nothing to do with your happiness. She wasn’t the one for you. You were getting divorced for Christ’s sake.”

“I know,” I murmured.

“Just think about it. There is always a princess for every asshole. You just need to stop being one and open your heart again.”

“Why do you sound like Dr. Phil right now?” I laughed.

“Fuck you! I just want you to have a good time on the cruise and maybe find
the one,
too.”

“Are you going to see your parents?” I asked.

“Yeah, if we have time. Doubt we will since they live in Santa Barbara now, but I’ll see if they can meet up with us.”

“Alright, let me call Bill. What are the dates again?”

Avery searched on his phone for the dates as I called Bill. I knew he wouldn’t care if I left Cheyenne there for a week. He and Trish wanted to see Cheyenne more than the little they did, which was typically once a year.

Cheyenne was there for a couple of weeks in the summer, and then Bill and Trish came to New York for Christmas. I really did try to let them see Cheyenne as much as possible, but it was hard with the bar.

After speaking with Bill, I handed the phone to Cheyenne and let her talk to her grandparents. When I walked into the living room, she was still on her phone texting or something. My baby was growing up, and before long, I knew I would have to buy a shotgun for when she started dating.

Avery left after I told him that Bill was excited I was bringing Cheyenne to see them. Avery wanted to book the trip before it sold out, and we planned on getting to the bar early the next day to discuss promoting some of our staff to managers and whatnot. I actually had a brief thought that if nothing went wrong while we were gone, then I could possibly start taking vacations.

Cheyenne hung up the phone and asked if she could go play at Courtney’s. I really didn’t have a problem with it since I was on the verge of passing out anyway. I set my phone alarm for six so I could make us dinner and then flung myself on my bed and passed the fuck out.

*~*~*

“D
addy!” I faintly heard Cheyenne yelling from down the hall, waking me up out of my deep sleep. “Daddy, where are you?”

“In my bedroom!” I shouted back.

She found me as she came running down the hall, Courtney following closely behind her. “Courtney was just telling me that...”

“Slow down. Stop talking so fast,” I said, trying to wake up and figure out what the fuck she was saying.

“Courtney was just telling me that she is going to play softball again this year and she wants me to play, too. Can I play, too? Can I? Huh? Can I?”

“Cheyenne, calm down. I thought you didn’t like sports?” I asked, sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Courtney stood in the doorway of my room, watching me.

“No, I told you that I didn’t like
baseball
,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes.

“You know that softball is like baseball, but just with a bigger ball right?”

“Yes, Dad!”

Cheyenne stood there, her hand on her hip with her blue eyes pleading. I was going to say yes, because I was happy she wanted to play sports. I wasn’t sure if she would be into it. Dana and I both played baseball growing up, so it was natural for her to follow in our footsteps. I couldn’t wait to throw the ball around with her and teach her.

Over the years, I assumed she didn’t like sports, so I didn’t ask her if she wanted to do any of them. She never expressed an interest in much but Barbies, riding her bike and kicking Avery’s ass at Wii bowling.

“Alright, when are sign-ups?”

“Courtney said tomorrow,” she said, looking back at Courtney for confirmation. “She also said I need to get a glove. Can we go get a glove tonight?”

“Tonight?” I asked, looking at the clock next to my king-size bed. “Let me go talk with Courtney’s parents and get all the details first, okay?”

I walked across the street and spoke with Courtney’s parents. Registration was the next day, and after everyone registered, they would place each girl on a team. I wasn’t sure if Cheyenne knew that there was a possibility that she and Courtney wouldn’t be on the same team. But it turned out that Courtney’s dad was actually the coach for the team Lightning, and he assured me that he would make sure they were on the same team.

I thanked him and told him to let me know if he needed an assistant coach. I hadn’t really thought about it, but now that Cheyenne wanted to play softball, I wanted to coach her, too.

Everything was going to work out perfectly. The first practice would be on the Monday after we returned from California, so that gave me plenty of time to get a glove broken in for her.

CHAPTER FIVE

––––––––

B
rooke

Spring Break was finally happening! Nicole and I each packed two suitcases plus a carry-on bag for our cruise. In the morning, Jared was driving us to the airport, and then we were off to California to board the ship for eight days. On day four, we would be at our first port. I couldn’t wait to get a tan and Nicole couldn’t wait to meet men.

“Jared,” I called from the bedroom after zipping up my final suitcase. “Jared,” I called again, but there was still no answer. I walked into the living room to see him sitting in his usual spot on the couch, his headphones on, an Xbox controller in his hands and Call of Duty on the TV screen. “Hey!” I said, standing next to him, my hands on my hips.

He looked at me, removing the left side of his headphones. “Yeah?”

“Can you move the suitcases off the bed? I’m done packing and my shoulder is really bothering me.”

“Yeah, after this,” he mumbled as he righted his headphones and returned his eyes back to the TV screen.

It had been almost two months since I hurt my shoulder. I was taking it easy and avoided doing any exercises at the gym that involved my upper body, but it wasn’t getting any better. In fact, I thought it was getting worse. My doctor prescribed me medication to take during the day since the muscle relaxers knocked me out, but they weren’t really working either.

Not only was I looking forward to the sun and a tan, but I planned to get a massage, too. I was hoping that it would help my shoulder somehow as I was desperate for any relief since it was on my dominant side. I tried to talk Jared into massaging my shoulder a few times, but he was too busy playing COD, and I would fall asleep before he was done for the night.

I moved the suitcases myself, popped half of a muscle relaxer and climbed into bed, reading a romance novel that Nicole had recommended. Before long, I was falling asleep, not caring about my shoulder or Jared being a selfish ass.

*~*~*

“B
rooke, wake up,” Jared said, shaking me a little. I could feel him kissing my neck as I tried to wake.

I moaned a response, not able to do more because of the muscle relaxer.

“Wake up, we need to have sex before you leave for a
whole
week.”

I moaned again, trying to wake up, but the muscle relaxer was fighting against me. “I took a muscle...”

“Wake up,” he said, shaking me again.

“I took a muscle relaxer, Jared,” I mumbled.

“That’s okay, I’ll do all the work,” he said, sliding down my front, dragging my pajama bottoms with him.

I remembered laying there in a haze, feeling his hands on my body, his lips on my mound and his mouth sucking on my breasts at times. I was trying to wake up—to enjoy sex with my boyfriend, but the pill was keeping me from waking fully. I slightly remember trying to touch him, to pull his short blond hair, only to find that I didn’t have the strength to do so.

I don’t recall how much time passed before I felt Jared enter me, his cock thrusting into my center again and again until I heard him grunt and fall on top of me.

At least one of us was satisfied with how it turned out.

*~*~*

“M
orning, Sunshine!” I said, handing Nicole a cup of her favorite latte from Starbucks as she opened her front door. “Ready to go soak in some sun?”

“Hell yeah! Where’s Jared?” she asked, looking around me.

“In the car,” I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder.

“Figures. He’s worthless, you know that, right?”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, laughing nervously. Sometimes I did know that. I cooked, cleaned, paid all the bills and made sure we had food in the fridge.

“He couldn’t come up and help with my bags?”

“Oh...we can get them. We have to lug them from the baggage claim to the bus when we get to L.A. anyway,” I pointed out.

“Still, he’s a man...no never mind, he’s a boy.”

“I think you need to start drinking your coffee, Grouch,” I said, laughing at her.

We lugged her heavy ass bags down the stairs of her condo to my car and started to drive to the airport.

“Remember you need to pay the rent tomorrow when the office is open,” I said to Jared as he drove. “I went grocery shopping yesterday and you should have enough food to get through the week.”

“I remember, and if I run out of food, I’ll order a pizza.”

Jared was no stranger to pizza. Every Friday and Saturday, he ordered a pizza and ate the whole large pie while playing COD. He never gained a pound, and it pissed me off. While he sat on his lazy ass playing video games, I went to the gym and busted my ass.
Jerk.

“Okay, I won’t have my phone turned on since we will be in Mexico. Call your parents if there’s an emergency.”

“Got it.”

I heard Nicole huff in the backseat. I knew what she was thinking. I shouldn’t have to remind Jared about any of this. He was thirty-four and should be capable of taking care of himself, but I still had to make sure that he
was
taken care of.

We pulled up to the departures at the airport, and Jared came around to help us with our bags. I stole a quick glance at Nicole as she rolled her eyes. Jared was helpful at times. I kissed him good-bye, and Nicole and I struggled to carry our luggage to the check-in counter for our flight. We checked in our bags minus our carry-ons and made our way to security.

“Jesus, those heavy bags hurt my shoulder,” I said, rubbing it as we waited in security. My suitcases had wheels, but just pulling them made my right shoulder flare up.

“I can’t believe your shoulder is still hurting you. You need to go back to the doctor when we get back. Maybe you should see Dr. Sam instead of your doctor?”

Nicole worked for a private doctor’s office that specialized in family medicine. The office consisted of five doctors and staff. Her building was like a mini hospital, but they didn’t work weekends. She had been begging me for years to switch to Dr. Sam and told me she was the best.

I never really got sick or hurt, and when I hurt my shoulder, I didn’t want to go through the hassle of finding a new doctor. Now I was regretting that decision, considering my doctor never even touched my shoulder to see what was going on and just prescribed me pills. Maybe I should have listened to my best friend who was also a registered nurse.

“I’ve been emailing with my doctor, and she just keeps telling me that muscle strains take a long time to heal. She prescribed me new meds, but I think they take some time to get into my system,” I said, stepping forward in line.

“I still find it weird that she wouldn’t run any tests and just prescribed you medication. Yes, muscle strains do take time to heal, but not this long—especially since you aren’t doing anything to strain it more.”

“Me too, but she’s the doctor.”

“And I’m a nurse and your best friend. If your shoulder is still hurting after the cruise, promise me you’ll schedule an appointment with Dr. Sam?” she pleaded, taking off her shoes before placing them in the plastic bin by the metal detector.

“Fine.” I sighed. She was probably right.

We made it through security with no problem. After finding our gate, we sat down, waiting for our flight that we would be boarding in just a few minutes.

“You’re never going to guess what Jared did last night,” I said in a whisper so the crowd of people waiting for the plane wouldn’t hear.

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