Denying The Bad Boy (Tattooed and Pierced #2) (2 page)

“Nah, dude.
I
fucked this chick last night and still am walking funny.” Alex looked over at
Kash and lifted a brow. “Dude, she rode me so fucking hard I thought my dick
would snap in half.” Alex busted out laughing. “You think I’m lying, but I’m
not.”

Oh Alex didn’t doubt it, but it was still funny as
hell.

“You always get the wild ones.”

Kash shrugged, but the corner of his mouth kicked
up. He looked back at the blonde, who was now bent over. Her ass was popped way
out, and Alex pictured himself doing all kinds of things to her in that
position.

“Nah, man, they seem to find me. Although I’m not
complaining,” said Kash.

“I wouldn’t think so.” Alex rolled his head on his
shoulders back and forth. “Maybe I should just head home. If I show up late
again Coach will have my ass.”

Coach Marx was one hell of an instructor, but Alex
knew his patience was wearing thin where he was concerned, and including a few
of the other players, too. Alex was grateful for his spot on the team, but he
did like to party, and when he did it he tended to do it pretty fucking hard.

“Yeah, I mean I’d hate to see you sitting on the
bench during a game.” Kash grinned over at him. “You need a ride or you
walking?’

“I’ll just walk.” They clapped each other on the
back, and he headed out and started walking toward the two-story house he
shared with three other guys. He had met Jordyn, Racer, and Klein back when he
was a freshman, and they all lived on the same floor in the dorms. It wasn’t
until the beginning of this year that they all decided to rent a house off
campus. It was a hell of a lot cheaper than the dorms, especially with four
guys rooming together, and he didn’t have to follow the University’s rules.

The whiskey started really kicking in he stumbled
over his feet. He should have cut himself off, because he knew damn well it was
going to be one hell of a morning. The small house he rented came into view,
and he took the steps of the front porch two at a time, which was a bad idea
since he tripped over the last one and nearly fell on his face. After righting
himself he pushed the door open. It had to be going on midnight, yet the lower
half of the house’s lights were on, and when he rounded the entryway and walked
into the living room he saw why. Racer sat on the couch, and a pretty little
brunette was positioned on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.
Books and papers were strewn across the table in front of them, and she was
currently rubbing her eyes.

“Adam, you know this stuff. It’s late, we are both
exhausted, and I don’t think any more information is going to stick in your
brain.” She looked up, and Alex was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes.
Adam “Racer” McNamara was on his fifth year at OSU because he couldn’t decide
what he wanted to be when he grew up. He had a shit load of credits, but they
were so random and spread out that Alex didn’t even think he had one degree
under his belt. Why anyone would want to hang around and dish out tuition was
beyond him, but then again as he looked at the gorgeous brunette he could see
the appeal.

“All right, it is late. You sure you’re not too
tired to drive? I can take you home if you want.”

She stood, and so did Racer. It was funny as hell
watching his roommate become all flustered over some chick, but Alex didn’t
deny she was hot as fuck. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts, and her long legs
were the color of peaches and cream. Her t-shirt wasn’t tight enough that he
could see a whole lot, and although that was a little disappointing, he also
liked the fact she wasn’t like half the girls around campus that seemed to be
in competition for “who can wear the tightest shirt”.

She grabbed her bags and turned back to Racer. Alex
should really leave, but for some reason he was standing here like some kind of
weirdo, and checking out some girl that he didn’t even know. He could blame it
on being drunk, because he was certainly getting there, and she was starting to
become slightly blurry, but in reality he just liked looking at her, and not in
just a sexual way. Yeah, she had a killer body with some hot fucking curves, and
he liked the fact she wasn’t stick thin. She actually looked like a woman, and
not some anorexic teenager, a look which seemed to be growing in popularity
with a lot of the girls that hung around him. There was some pretty filthy
things flowing through his mind concerning this brunette, but it wasn’t just
that. He watched the way she lifted her long hair off her shoulder, and was
transfixed by the way her throat arched delicately. He also liked the sight of
her collarbones, which he could just barely make out through the V-neck of her
shirt.

Dude,
get a fucking grip.
You
have to be pretty fucking drunk to be thinking up sappy shit like that.

“Maybe you can come over again tomorrow?” Alex would
have laughed at the hopeful tone in Racer’s voice, but he was too focused on
the girl.

She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I actually
have to tutor someone tomorrow, and after that I have plans, but I can give you
a call once I get a look at my schedule and see when I have an opening. It’ll
probably be next week, though.”

Ah, so that was how an asshole had a girl as hot as
her over this late. She was tutoring his ass. She waved goodbye and started
heading toward the front door, but her eyes were on the ground and not on where
she was going. Alex could have easily moved out of the way, but then he
wouldn’t have had an excuse to introduce himself, or to feel her body mold to
his. Yeah, he was a shady bastard like that. She ran right into him, and he
didn’t bother hiding his smirk. Grabbing hold of her upper arms, he steadied
her and inhaled deeply.

Well fuck, she smelled like something sweet and
citrusy. His damn cock hardened instantly, and he willed the asshole to go
limp. What kind of introduction would it be if his erection was stabbing right
between them? He’d look like some kind of prick, no pun intended.

“God, I am so sorry.” She glanced up at him, and the
fogginess of the alcohol in his system dimmed enough that she was crystal clear
right in front of him. Her eyes were huge, but in a good fucking way. She had
this almost innocent expression on her face, and that only made his pulse beat
faster, right at the tip of his cock. Her eyes were also bluer than anything he
had ever seen, and reminded him of the Caribbean. God, had he resorted to this
shit where he was comparing her body parts to places in the world? He was
acting like a damn fool.

“Totally my fault.”
His
voice was deep and gravelly, and he cleared it. Fuck, he probably sounded like
some kind pervert. She wiggled out of his grasp, and he cursed himself. There
was also no doubt he smelled like a brewery and liquor store combined into one.
She smiled and went to walk away, so he spoke quickly. “I’m Alex Sheppard.”

He held his hand out, and she looked down at it. He
felt like a damn high school teenager all tongue tied and shit. He was just
going to drop his hand to his side because who in the hell shook hands at
midnight, or if they weren’t going to an interview? Before he could drop his
hand because he was feeling pretty
douchy
right now she
reached out and took his hand in hers.

“Mary Trellis.” She inhaled deeply, and Alex
couldn’t help but glance down. The cut of her shirt and the fact he was about a
foot taller than what he assumed her to be five-foot-three frame, gave him the
vantage point of seeing the slight swells of her breasts. And holy
hell were
they some awesome fucking tits. Big and round, and
he knew they were natural. He could tell by the natural slope of them. His dick
jerked behind his fly. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard your name around campus a few
times.” She smiled brightly, all straight white teeth and a little dimple on
her right cheek. She also had a blush starting along her slender throat and
rising quickly to her cheeks. He found the sight hot as hell.

Damn, he could only imagine the raunchy shit she had
heard about him.
“Big time quarterback, right?”
He
breathed a sigh of relief that she was referring to football and not because
she heard that he banged one of the cheerleaders in the North stairwell. And
then as she waited for him to respond, he felt
his
damn cheeks heat. Holy hell, she had made him blush by just
staring at him.

You’re
such a fucking pussy, dude.
Alex let go of her hand and took a step
back. He didn’t like how she made him feel: off balanced, juvenile, and horny
as hell. A moment of awkward silence passed before she lifted her hand in a
wave.

“All right then. I’ll see you around.” She turned
and waved at Racer, who was leaning against the banister, and by the smile on
the fucker’s face Racer had seen his reaction to Mary.

“Here, let me walk you to your car.”

“It’s really okay. I’m just parked right out front.”
He was already opening the front door and gesturing for her to go out first.

“There are a lot of drunk assholes out there
tonight, well, most nights really.”

She smiled up at him, shrugged her shoulders, and
headed outside. Alex was pretty good at reading people, and he didn’t miss the
way her hands slightly shook as she dug in her purse for her keys.
 
When she found them she unlocked her doors
with a click of a button. A
beep
sounded, and lights flared to life. Alex trailed behind her, his eyes trained
on her ass, one that was the perfect size for his hands. The cheeks of her
bottom shook with every step she took, and there was no way he could stop the
erection that grew harder with each passing second. He didn’t even bother
trying. She made her way to a sporty little BMW sitting at the curb. He
whistled low.

“Nice ride.” He wasn’t just thinking about the car. He
had an image of her riding him in reverse, his hands on her ass and the cheeks
spread wide. Fuck, he was so turned on. After he said something about her ride
he immediately noticed a scowl on her face, but she did mutter a thank you.
Okay, well clearly her mode of transportation was a sore spot.

“Thanks for walking me to my car.” She smiled again,
a genuine one, and Alex realized he really liked it. It wasn’t fake or forced.
She
wasn’t
fake
.
There were too many girls that hung around the parties he went to that were
fake as shit and only trying to get in his pants because he was the quarterback.
He snorted at his thoughts, because it sounded dumb as hell for a girl to get
in a guy’s pants. Wasn’t it usually the other way around?

“No problem.” Shoving his hands in the front pockets
of his jeans, he asked himself what it was about this girl that got under his
skin. Yeah, he had gotten turned on by other girls in the past, but this
attraction he had to Mary was bordering on intense and fucking crazy. He liked
the convenience of a one-night stand, and he sure as hell didn’t think about
the chicks after they fucked. But looking at Mary, he knew she wasn’t like any
of the girls he normally went after, which also meant she wasn’t easy. It
wasn’t like she had some kind of damn tattoo on her forehead stating she was
the “hard to get” kind of girl, but she did have this aura around her that
screamed she was way too good for him.

Alex could admit that at this point in his life he
enjoyed only a few things in life. When he wasn’t spending time with his
parents and little sister Kiera, he was playing football, partying, or fucking.
Of course there were always those occasional fights that got thrown in there,
but that mixed things up a bit, and got rid of a lot of his aggression and
energy he had deep inside of him.

He stood there like a douche-bag as she climbed in
her car and drove away. He could only imagine what she thought about him,
because he was probably thinking the exact same thing: what a fucking weird idiot.

When he was back in the house with the door shut
behind him he saw Racer still leaning against the banister.

“What?”
Alex all but growled,
annoyed with himself and now Racer and his smug-ass smirk.

Racer shook his head and pushed away from the
stairs.

“Nothing.
I
just want to say that if you think you’re going to get an easy piece of ass
from Mary, you should just give up right now.”

“Fuck you, Racer.” Alex shook his head, knowing his
roommate was right, but not wanting to hear it regardless.

“I
ain’t
trying to be a
cockblock
, but Mary is a good girl, and she really doesn’t
need the likes of you or me.”

Although he considered Racer a good friend, Alex
didn’t miss the subtle warning in his words. He cared about the girl, that was
clear, and he also knew the reputation Alex had. He couldn’t get pissed at him
for being interested in her.

“I can admit when a girl is too good for me, and she
is too good for me.” With that said Alex walked past Racer and headed down the
hall to his room where he proceeded to pass out.

Chapter
Two

Alex was right. There were a lot of drunks out, but
Mary didn’t really expect anything less. This was OSU territory, and it was a
Saturday and only midnight. She had to really stay alert or there would be no question
that she’d end up hitting an intoxicated pedestrian. Who would have thought she
would have literally bumped into Alex Sheppard? They ran in totally different
circles, were polar opposites in every way, yet she had stood so close to him
they breathed the same air, and she could feel his body heat seeping right into
her.