Romance: Close Encounters Boxed Set Books 1 thru 6 ( New Adult and College Series Books 1 thru 6) (7 page)

FOUR

~DEENA~

We’re all getting ready for the Sigma Chi party tonight. I want to look hot tonight and score some hunky guy; I’m in the mood for some loving. The Sigma Chi house is filled with the Jocks, all of the athletes are in that frat. There will definitely be some hot bods full of testosterone there. Prime picking grounds for
Close Encounter
number two.

Jason Bancroft invited Clarissa and told her to bring her roommates along. He has something for her. Like I said, guys notice her and her killer body doesn’t go unnoticed. Wish I had her rack, but I don’t dare say anything, she’s real funny about them.

Once we get to the Sigma Chi house we head out to the backyard and get in line at the keg. I take in our surroundings, looking for cute guys and believe me, there are plenty to choose from. I notice a hunk floating around and he’s got one killer smile going on. I catch his eye and give him a small smile. He starts moving my direction and I wait for him to make the first move.

“Hi,” he says in greeting, coming up to me.

“Hi,” I say back with a come hither smile.

“I’m Gunner,” he says, introducing himself.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Deena. Are you a Sigma Chi?” I ask.

“Yes, what house are you in?” he inquires.

“I’m a Pi Phi,” I reply.

“Oh, I’m friends with Tabitha your president,” he tells me.

“Oh yeah, Tabitha’s cool. All us pledges love her.”

“Do you want to dance?” he asks. We get out on the dance floor and Maroon 5’s
Misery
is blaring. By the third song Gunner is grinding on me and I grind right back. He takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor and up the back staircase to his bedroom. I catch a glance from Kara and Lexi out of the side of my eye. Once we get in his room he locks the door. We stumble to his bed tripping over shoes, clothes and backpacks which are strewn across the floor. We fall onto his bed and he starts kissing me while pushing me back onto the bed. After he slides my top off over my head, he starts to fumble with my jeans.

“Here let me.” I stand up and sexily slide down my skin-tight jeans and step out of them. Gunner pulls off his t-shirt revealing his six pack abs, I appreciate a guy who’s in shape. I reach down and unbutton his jeans and pull his rigid shaft out of his boxers and stroke him with my hand.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” he groans out. I can tell he’s hoping I will take him in my mouth, as he reaches between my legs and strokes my sweet spot with his expert fingers. I lay back down on the bed and he completely removes his jeans. He covers me with his body and starts rubbing his crown along my slick fold.

“You’re so wet and ready,” he whispers in my ear.

“You need to wear something,” I remind him.

“Oh yeah,” he says. He watches me as I fumble around the floor for my jeans and pull out a foil wrapper and hand it to him. I can see a smile forming on his lips as he rolls it on.

“Prepared aren’t you Miss Sexy?” he teases.

“I only believe in practicing safe sex,” I quip.

“I hear you on that one. Now lie back,” he commands now that he is primed and ready. I do as he commands and he rests my legs on his shoulders and drives in deep in one long stroke.

“Ahh, you’re so deep,” I sigh.

“Enjoy it baby,” he groans. I let out a soft pant with each deep thrust.

“Let me ride you,” I murmur. He lets me part my legs and then he lies flat on me and rolls us over and I climb on top of him.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I moan as I grind my sensitive nub down on him with each stroke. I can tell I can get myself there now. Gunner grips my hips and his fingers dig into my cheeks pulling me onto him over and over. Groans, sighs and pants fill the room, my palms are pressed on his chest for leverage as I pump down on him, I’m just about to…

“Ahhhh,” I shudder collapsing down onto his chest and with two more thrusts, he pulses into me, going over the edge. My heart is racing and I’m breathless.

“That was spectacular,” Gunner sighs out.

“Yes, very satisfying,” I giggle.

“Glad I could be of service,” he laughs. His clock has hit my bewitching hour of 1:00am.

“Hey, I’ll get going.”

“Where do you live?” he asks.

“Around the corner on Severance.”

“I’ll walk you home,” Gunner says as we both look around for our clothes and get dressed. We head downstairs. There are quite a few people still here, but the party is winding down and the place looks like a tornado blew through here.

Once we get to the front door of my building Gunner leans in for a kiss.

“Can I get your number?” he asks.

“Sure.” He pulls out his cell and I tell him my number. We say our goodnights and I take the stairs up to our apartment.

“Did you score
Close Encounter
number two?” I hear Clarissa ask when I walk into our dark bedroom.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” I laugh.

“Well,” she presses.

“Yes, with Gunner Simpson. He’s a Sigma Chi and unlike you, I reveal my
Close Encounter’s
names,” I tease the secretive Clarissa Clarkson.

“Did you get your souvenir?”

“No, I forgot. You will have to take my word for this one,” I reply.

“We can use the honor system, plus Kara and Lexi both saw you going upstairs with him,” she giggles.

“I saw you go upstairs with old Jason Bancroft. Did you have another
Close Encounter
tonight?” I ask curiously.

“No,” is all Clarissa answers.

“He likes you,” I say, trying to get her to divulge more.

“We’re friends, nothing more, nothing less,” she says, exasperated with me.

“Whatever you say,” I tease.

“Goodnight Deena.” And she rolls over pulling the blankets over her head.

FIVE

~DEENA~

Kara and I are thrilled to be chosen as one of the thirty finalists. We’re back at tryouts again today. We have to choreograph our own routine to perform in front of the judges.

We went from over 100 girls down to 30 today. Then they will choose the top nine to fourteen girls to be USC Song Girls. From looking around I could pick out the top 15. I’ve been in enough beauty pageants to know the drill. I could tell when I listed the beauty pageants I had won on the registration form, that it impressed them.

When it is my turn to perform in front of the panel of judges, I’m so nervous. I can’t mess up I tell myself. After a flawless performance, I’m hopeful. It was a long afternoon in the hot sun and Kara and I decide to grab salads from the Commons for dinner.

When we get home Clarissa is getting ready to go out.

“Where are you off too?” I ask her.

“Out to dinner with a friend,” she says, being vague as usual.

“Will you be home tonight?”

“Don’t wait up for me,” she says with a wink.

“Clarissa how many different guys have you slept with lately?” I query.

“I will tell you at the end of the four weeks,” she says.

“Damn girl, you have me so curious. You know you’re my only competition so far?”

“Curiosity killed the cat. See you tomorrow,” she says on her way out the door. I wish I could follow her to see where she’s going and with whom. Maybe I will just have to follow her one of these days.

*****

It’s been two days since the 30 finalists performed for the judges and I’m on pins and needles tonight while I wait for THE big phone call I hope to receive at any moment. Staring at my phone, willing it to ring…come on…come on…phone ring. When it actually does start to ring, at first I’m startled, but then I freeze for a split second with a look of panic across my face.

“Answer it!” Kara yells at me.

“Hello,” I say picking up the phone.

“Hello Deena, You are officially a USC Song Girl, congratulations!”

“Oh my God, thank you!” I literally scream into the phone and the person on the other end laughs softly.

“Congrats Deena, you deserve it. We recognized that you have the talent, beauty and dedication it takes to represent USC as a Song Girl. Go celebrate and report for practice Monday at 3:00 sharp on the field.”

“Will do and thanks so much for calling.” I’m absolutely ecstatic and on cloud nine as I do a happy dance.

“Congrats Deena!” Kara says, acting genuinely happy for me.

“Oh my God Kara I can’t believe I’m officially a Song Girl. I’ve got to go and call my Mom,” I say excitedly as I go into my room and close my door.

“Mom, I got the call. I’m a Song Girl!” I shriek into the phone, probably just ruptured her ear drums.

“Oh Honey I am so happy for you and so proud of you. Your dream has finally come true!” my Mom gushes.

After I hang up with my Mom, I blast my Maroon 5 playlist,
Sugar
is my favorite right now and I do my happy dance around my room. Clarissa comes in laughing at me. I take my headphones off.

“I am officially a USC Song Girl, can you freaking believe it?” I scream out.

“Yes I can. You are awesome! Congratulations!” Clarissa exclaims and comes and gives me a big hug. My eyes brim with tears of joy. I reach for a tissue and dab my eyes and sniffle a little like a baby would.

“I still really can’t believe it’s true. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this day? Since I was a little girl and I would see the Song Girls while I watched the USC football games with my Dad.”

“He would be so proud of you Deena,” Clarissa says.

“I don’t even know how to get ahold of him to tell him,” I shrug and melancholy washes over me.

“Let’s go out and celebrate,” Clarissa suggests walking out of our room to ask Kara and Lexi to join us.

We decide to drive over to an Italian restaurant called Guido’s over on Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills. The four of us have never gone out together off campus before. This is fun. We have a good time together.

On our way out the door we run into Clarissa’s unbelievably hot English Professor. Can you say yum? She introduces us and she seems tongue-tied around this guy. Once we get in the car I can’t stop teasing her mercilessly.

“You’ve got one hunky Professor. Why can’t I have any hot Professors?” I pout. Clarissa is acting so flustered, she must have it bad for this guy, but she doesn’t say much on the car ride home. When we get back to our apartment we get ready for bed and Clarissa is busy texting with that mischievous smile again.

“Who are you texting, your mystery lover boy?” I tease.

“Maybe,” is all she offers.

“Who is the lucky guy? I’m dying to know.”

“I told you, I’m not sharing the names of my
Close Encounters
with you,” she says emphatically.

“I’m going to find out,” I say determined, “we have an exchange party with the Sigma Alpha Epsilon house next week. I think I’ll get another
Close Encounter
out of the way. How are you coming along on your
Close Encounters
, you have more than one right?” I try and pry something out of Miss Secretive.

“I will show you proof and let you know at the end of the month. Goodnight Deena,” she says finally looking up from her phone and putting it on her desk. She shuts me down. Man, she is so private it kind of bugs me.

“Goodnight Miss Secretive, I will find out you know,” I remark before turning out the lights.

SIX

We drive up into the Montgomery’s exclusive Montecito enclave of homes that offer sweeping views of the ocean. It’s beautiful here. I love the freedom being in college affords me, I can go away for the weekend with Grant and I don’t have to answer to anyone. It’s incredibly liberating.

“Wow, it’s absolutely breath taking here Grant,” I say in awe, as I walk out onto the patio.

“Get ready, I’m taking you out to dinner tonight,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“That sounds nice,” I turn around and he pulls me into his arms and one hand caresses my face as he kisses me with those soft and sensual lips of his.

He takes me out for a night on the town and it feels wonderful to actually go out on a proper date with him. First we stop in to have a drink at a popular bar on the main street of Montecito. It has a casual yet hip vibe to it. Then we walk down a couple of blocks hand in hand to Casa Blanca, an upscale dining establishment with white tablecloths where we dine by candlelight at a cozy table for two by the window. This all is so romantic as Grant reaches across the table to hold my hand. I’m a sexy grown up woman on a real date, being wined and dined. I smile inwardly to myself. Such an exhilarating set of emotions pass through me. Grant is the one making all of this possible for me I think as I look up from the menu to gaze at this handsome man before me.

“What is it?” he asks looking back at me with those piercing blue eyes. He is devilishly handsome with his wavy dark blonde hair, those killer blue eyes and that too damn sexy smile of his that steals my breath away every single time.

“I’m having a good time being out together,” I say, smiling back at him.

“Me too, you look so sexy tonight, you’re glowing,” he compliments squeezing my hand.

“Why thank you, Professor Montgomery,” I smile seductively at him.

“I brought my books with me; I have some studying to do this weekend.”

“No problem. I will let you study tomorrow as long as I get to ravish you tonight and tomorrow morning,” he replies, giving me that wicked smile again which I can feel between my legs.

When we get back from dinner he turns on the fireplace in the living room and pours us some wine. He then puts some sexy music on and I can hear
Let Me
Love You
by Mario play through the glow of the living room. I’m thinking about seeing him in all his naked glory, on top of me in front of the fire as we sit down on the sofa.

“Dinner was so romantic. It was nice to finally be able to go out together,” I say over my wine glass, gazing at him.

“I know, I love to be able to take you out. I wish we could do this more often.”

“Grant, I’m beginning to feel like your dirty little secret,” I blurt out before I can catch myself.

“No, don’t say that,” he says with tenderness in his voice. He takes my wine glass and places it on the coffee table. He moves to the floor and sits on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.

“Come here,” he commands gently. I move over to him and get lost in those blue eyes of his as he starts to unbutton my blouse. His lips and hands explore as he moves down to my breasts. He unclasps my bra taking my sensitive nipple in his warm mouth and he swirls his expert tongue around in circles as a sigh of pleasure escapes from my parted lips. I want to feel all of him against me and inside me. His touch, his kisses leave me thick with desire for him and only him. Now his hands are under my skirt and I unzip it and slide it off.

“You’re overdressed my sexy man,” I murmur as I start to unbutton his shirt and he just watches me silently then stands to take off his pants. Now we’re both bare and free to tantalize every inch of each other’s bodies. I know where I want to start first as I wrap my palm around his large rigid shaft and he lets out a groan. He lies back propped up on one elbow looking the vision of a sex god if there ever was one. The warm glow from the fire plays across our bodies. I sprinkle kisses down his perfectly hard body and then wrap my lips around his crown. Through hooded eyes, filled with desire he watches me and he entwines my hair in his hand.

“That feels amazing,” he huskily breathes out and he bucks his hips slightly trying to get me to take him in deeper. But I just tease the tip lovingly with my tongue and crawl back up to his face.

“I want you,” I whisper before I capture his lips in a deeply passionate kiss which he returns with fervor.  He rolls me onto my back and his hands explore up and down my body as he takes a nipple roughly into his mouth. I gasp at the contact of his teeth.

“I need to get something,” he starts to get up.

“No, let’s go bare tonight,” I whisper, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down to me. At first he looks surprised, even I am at my own words.

“Are you sure?” he asks expectantly.

“Yes, I’m on the pill. I want to feel every inch of you,” I say sexily as I gaze down at his manhood and I swear it just got even bigger! He is on me again, I can feel the soft warmth of his skin against mine, and I enjoy the weight of his muscular frame on me, consuming me. This going bare may be a mistake, bring us even closer together, but I need this, I want this right now. He doesn’t waste a moment longer as he starts pressing his crown deep into me and my channel grips him like a glove.

“Ahhh,” I sigh out in ecstasy, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin stroking deep inside me.

“God you feel so warm, so wet, so tight and so good,” Grant growls out as he buries himself deeper with each thrust. This time feels so much more intimate. I feel so close to this man, my sexy Professor and a man he definitely is.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh, yes,” I sigh.

“Do you like it bare baby?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. You feel so good inside me, filling me, stretching me,” I purr. Our pants and moans of pleasure fill the room until he finally groans out taking us both into oblivion with each thrust of his hips into me. I feel his warmth shoot deep inside me and I clench around him in waves. We’re both left breathless as he collapses on top of me and nuzzles my neck.

“That. Was. Amazing.” He chokes out. I curl my arms around him and hold him tightly to me. Then I draw in his sensual scent, as if committing it to memory.