Worth the Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys #1) (15 page)

Abby

              As I wait for my class to file in I’m surprised to see that Sarah has dyed her dirty blonde hair the same shade auburn as mine. I’m not sure if I should feel flattered or creeped out. Single white female anyone?

              “Hi Abby, and oh my gosh Ethan’s here today, too. Are you going to be teaching us some things Ethan?” Sarah asks, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes in Ethan’s direction.

I clear my throat at her and motion for her to join the rest of the class. She reaches out and brushes her hand down Ethan’s arm, giving him a coy smile, before joining the rest of the class. Ethan looks over at me with barely concealed humor in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him, but part of me kind of wants to give Sarah the ‘back the fuck off’ look. I refrain.

              “Thanks for coming tonight ladies. And, we’re lucky enough to have a brave volunteer to practice our techniques on tonight.”

All of the girls hoot and holler as Ethan starts to look a little nervous.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll kiss you all better later,” I whisper.

              “I’m going to hold you to that,” He assures me with a wink before we launch into class for the night.

              After class, I make good on my word, taking him home and kissing every inch of him. He begs me to spend the night again and I’m all too happy to agree.

              I’m lounging on Ethan’s couch in the mid-morning when there’s a knock at his door. I frown, nobody ever stops by Ethan’s except for Lee and she doesn’t knock. I wait to see if Ethan is going to emerge from the kitchen to answer the door but he doesn’t seem to have heard it over the sizzle of bacon. I get up and glance through the peephole and see a sight that makes my frown deepen. Of course she’s fucking gorgeous. Waiting eagerly on the opposite side of Ethan’s door is a leggy blond with her tits pushed up under her chin. I want more than anything to open the door and let her see me wearing nothing but Ethan’s batman t-shirt and my panties but I look down and see my scars on full display. Life is such a bitch.

              “Ethan, your Slut’s R Us delivery seems to have arrived,” I call as I stomp to his bedroom in full on pout mode.

              “What?”

I watch him head to the front door with a confused look on his face and I push the bedroom door closed enough so that I can hear what he says but so that she won’t see me.

              “Hey, Carolyn,” His voice is strained with politeness. “Did you need something?”

“Ethan, you know what I need,” She purrs.

I can’t help but gag a little. There’s a long pause and I have to wonder if I wasn’t here would Ethan invite her in and ‘give her what she needs’?

“Listen, that’s not going to happen again. I hope there’s no hard feelings,” He says gently.

I hear a huff of outrage from STD Barbie.

“No hard feelings? What the fuck Ethan, I thought we were having fun.”

“We were, but you knew what this was. I was upfront with you about the fact that this was nothing more than sex. And now I’ve moved on, it’s nothing personal,” He explains calmly.

“I know that’s what you said at the beginning but I thought we were really starting to have something special,” Carolyn argues with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry if you misunderstood my intentions.”  

After a few more sniffles, I hear her stomp away and Ethan returns to the kitchen. I settle back onto the couch with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. That was a bit like having a crystal ball to see into the future and I didn’t like what I saw. I told myself from the beginning not to get serious about Ethan, not to let my emotions get mixed up in this. But, who am I kidding?

“Something wrong, Red? Are you pissed about Carolyn showing up? Because I told her it’s over.” Ethan sets a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me on the coffee table.

“I know. I heard you tell her to get lost,” I assure him with ice in my tone.

“Then what’s bothering you?” He presses.

“It’s just a bit jarring to get such a crystal clear vision of my future like that.” I bite out in between bites of eggs. Damn these eggs are good. Stupid Ethan and his delicious eggs.

“What are you talking about?” He demands, his icy eyes going hard.

“To see you just send that crying girl away like that. She was stupid enough to believe that you had feelings for her outside of your pants and now her self-esteem is destroyed.”

“It’s different with you, you’re different,” He argues tersely.              

“How am I different? We agreed this is casual just like the two of you.”

“Abby, you are incredibly intelligent, but sometimes you are also unbelievably dense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snap.

He lets out a humorless chuckle and shakes his head.

“Do you want to know what I know about her outside of her name?”

I really hate rhetorical questions. I glare at him while I wait for him to answer his own question.

“Not one damn thing. I don’t know her favorite movie or favorite food. I don’t know what she looks like when she sleeps. I don’t give a shit about her. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“We’re friends with benefits, nothing more.” I insist.

Ethan opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off.

“We agreed this is casual.  I can’t give you anything more than that because I’m too fucked up. And, I thought that this would be fine because you said that you prefer no-strings-attached sex. Now if that’s changed for you then maybe we should put an end to our arrangement.”

“No, we’re cool,” He mutters, a sad look crossing his face.

I shove a piece of bacon in my mouth and avoid his gaze.

“Seriously Red, we’re cool. You’re calling the shots here so what I said before goes, you have me as long as you want me.”

Ethan

I throw on my finishing touches on my Joker costume and saunter across the hall to Lee and Abby’s apartment. Lee is on the couch dressed as Raggedy Ann and she’s biting her nails like she does when she’s nervous.

              “What’s up, Sis?” I ask as I plop down next to her.

              “This is the first time that Nikki and I are going out together...you know...officially.” She explains.

I smile and pull her into a hug. I’m so fucking proud of her for finally doing this.

              “It’s not going to be a big deal,” I assure her.

Before I can say anything else Abby emerges from her bedroom in her costume. It took over a week for me to convince her to do a ‘couples costume’. Don’t ask me what the difference is between a couple’s Halloween costume and a couple’s cosplay like we did for Who Con. That girl confuses the shit out of me.

In the end I appealed to her competitive side and her nerdy side by saying there was no way we could lose the costume contest if we go as the Joker and Harley Quinn. So now she stands before me in a black and red spandex outfit, her hair is like she put a finger in a light socket. Her face is painted with white face paint with black around her eyes, and bright red lips. My god she should be required by law to wear spandex at all times. The outfit clings to her body in all the right ways giving me the hard on to end all hard ons.

“There is no way in hell I’m letting you out of the house in that outfit,” I inform her as I conjure up images of every man in the entire bar drooling over her.

Her eyes flash dangerously at my proclamation.

“Excuse me?” Her tone would make Genghis Khan recoil. “First of all,
let me
? Sweetheart in what fucking universe do you have any say over what I wear? If I want to go to the bar naked then I goddamn will. Whether you are my friend, my fuck buddy, or god forbid my husband you have absolutely zero say over what I put on my body. And if you have a problem with that you can give up any hope of touching
my
body again, understand?” She pauses and waits for my response.

“Is there a second of all?” I ask cautiously.

The murderous glint in her eye turns seductive.

“Second of all, you’re the only one who’s going to be seeing what’s under this outfit tonight. So take comfort in that thought and don’t bother trying to piss on me to let the other dogs know I’m your fire hydrant.”

I stand up and stalk towards her.

              “Get that look off your face right now Ethan, not only did this make-up take me forever but this spandex outfit was a bitch to get on, so don’t you dare mess any of this up until after we win that costume contest,” She warns with another threatening look.

I reach her I grab her hips and pull her against me, brushing my lips against her ear as I whisper.

“I respect the hell out of you sweetheart, but everyone has their limits. When we get home later I’m going to remind you which one of us is the man.” 

She gasps and I caution a look at her face. I half expect her to slap the shit out of me, but instead she seems pleasantly surprised by my words.

“Sounds like a plan.”

              “We’d better go, Nikki and Remy are already waiting for us at the Leprechaun,” Lee says ushering us to the door.

Abby’s eyes narrow at the mention of Remy and I can’t help but smile. Something about Abby being jealous of other women around makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Abby

              The Leprechaun is packed, which is really no surprise. And, everyone is decked out for the costume contest. The prize is a month of free booze, which is really just a fantastic prize. After downing a few green shots, god only knows what was in them, Ethan pulls me onto the dance floor.

              Ethan positions himself behind me with his hands on my hips and we start to grind in time to the music. I feel him harden against my ass almost immediately and I can’t help but grin. Warmth spreads through my veins as Ethan’s body engulfs me. I lean into him and sway my hips against him.

              “I think I’m going to start a religion dedicated to the perfection of your ass,” He whispers playfully into my ear before running his tongue along my neck.

              “I don’t think you’d get a lot of followers,” I laugh.

              “Are you insane? I guarantee that at least every man here right now and some of the women would be easy converts. Since we walked in no guy here has been able to keep his eyes off her glorious ass. I think there are going to be a lot of men going home with pissed off girlfriends.” He informs me.

I laugh again, I certainly hadn’t noticed anyone checking me out.

              “All of the sudden you’re okay with other men checking out my ass?” I ask incredulously.

He leans his head down and trails hot kisses along my neck before answering.

              “You were right before, I was acting like a dumbass and a Neanderthal. It really doesn’t matter if every single guy in here goes home and gets off tonight thinking about how sexy you look in spandex. Because, I’m the only one who’s going to be coming on your tits.”

              His words send a thrill through me. The idea of him coming on my tits should be disgusting but for some reason it has me aching between my thighs.

              “Good boy,” I tease as I grind my ass into his massive erection.

He moans softly and grips my hips tightly.

              “Keep that up and I won’t bother taking you home, I’ll just fuck you silly up against the wall in the alley,” His husky voice sends goose bumps all over my body and a flood between my thighs.

I’m about to say ‘screw the costume contest’ and let him take me home now. Mercifully it’s at that moment that an announcement rings out overhead that the costume contest is about to start. Ethan gently nips my ear before releasing me and leading the way towards the judging tables.

              “I can’t believe we got second place,” Ethan complains as we climb into his car.

              “I wanted to win, too. But, you have to admit that the Jack Skellington and Sally costume was amazing.”

Ethan just grumbles in response and I can’t help but laugh.

              It’s a short drive back to the apartment and as soon as we get there he tugs me towards his door.

              “Somebody’s impatient,” I accuse playfully.

              “Damn right I’m impatient. You look unbelievable in that tight spandex outfit. I’ve had a hard on all night,” He admits without shame.

An idea strikes me and as soon as we enter his apartment I push him down on the couch and remain standing in front of him. I hand him my cell phone.

              “Find some stripper music for me,” I suggest.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. A minute later the song
I Believe in Miracles
starts blasting from my phone.

              “You are such a dork,” I inform him trying to snatch the phone away.

              “I was just kidding. Here we go,” He presses a button and
Pour Some Sugar on Me
starts up.

Now this is more like it. I step back so he can get a good view of me and I start swaying my hips to the music and slowly unzipping my outfit. I hear a sharp intake of breath from him. I dip down in front of him and then grind my ass into his lap before standing again and beginning to wiggle out of my clothes.

A little tip, if you’re wearing a spandex outfit that is so tight that it took you over twenty minutes to get yourself into it, it’s probably not a good idea to try to do a strip tease because it will be equally as difficult to get out of the outfit. I start to peel the spandex down my arms in an attempt to be sexy but I soon realize that there’s no way I’m going to be able to get out of this in a sexy way. Ethan tries to cover his laughing with a fake cough and I shoot him a dirty look.

              “Red, you are too cute,” He informs me as I give up trying to be sexy and start to jump around in an attempt to get the damn sticky material off of my skin.

              “I didn’t want to be cute, I wanted to be sexy,” I protest.

He stands up and takes my face in his hands and looks at me in the eyes with a serious edge to his features.

              “You are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

I blush and try to look away. His gaze becomes even more intense right before he drops his lips to mine. His lips are soft, yet persistent like he’s trying to tell me something he can’t say out loud. I feel a shiver of anticipation run over my skin and I press myself closer to him.

              “I should take a shower to wash off all this makeup,” I mutter against his lips.

              “Is that an invitation?” He smirks. I shrug giving him a playful smile before leading him to the bathroom to get things nice and steamy.

Ethan

              I turn on the shower and pull Abby against my chest to kiss her while we wait for the shower to heat up. Normally it irritates me that my shower takes a good five minutes to get warm, but with the proper distraction it’s not so bad.

              I dip my head and pull her lips against mine, moaning at her addictive taste.

              “Did you really want to do what you said at the bar?” She asks with sexy innocence.

              “What, start a religion worshiping your ass?” I tease.

              She smacks my chest and drops to her knees.

              “No…” She unzips my pants and licks her lips as my cock stands at attention.

              I groan at the sight of her, reaching down to stroke myself. She smacks my hand away and takes my cock into her own hand. My head falls back as I revel in her skilled strokes. I look down to see her free hand disappear between her thighs. Moments later she pulls her hand away from herself, her fingers glistening with her own arousal. The breath disappears from my lungs and my jaw clenches as I do my best not to come on the spot. Abby replaces the hand she’s stroking me with and uses her own liquid need as a lubricant.

             
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck
.

              “Is that good?” Abby purrs. I moan and nod reverently.

              Her lips wrap around just the tip of my cock and I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

              “I’m going to come,” I choke out, involuntarily trying to thrust deeper into her mouth. She hums her approval. “Fuck!” I cry out as my balls tighten.

              Abby pulls her mouth away and strokes me harder and faster. My eyes are glued to the scene in front of me as my hot spurts of come coat her bare tits. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. A primal masculine feeling snakes through me, making me weak in the knees.

              “You are the most perfect woman alive,” I murmur, leaning against the skin to hold myself up.

              “I know,” She says before kissing me on the cheek and stepping into the shower. “Are you going to join me or do I need to go get my little vibrating friend out of your underwear drawer?”