Strictly Stuck

Say
Shamrock What?

Jade’s College Diaries #1

A novella by Crystal D. Spears

Copyright © 2013 by Crystal D. Spears

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This content contains New Adult/ Mature acts and/ or situations along with language.
 
Not for readers 17 and under.

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Prologue — Smologue

Hello Diary Readers,

If you read my first short diary you already know a few things about me. But, just for the hell of it, let me remind you just in case you forgot. I'm crazy, horny and constantly mentally curse myself. I get into situations and don't give a crap about the consequences. I'm in college and young so why the hell not? I'm currently tangled up with four men. Yes, that's right, I said four men. A best friend and three brothers. It's very messy, but what's coming— is what you would very least expect. Is my luck about to run out? Am I no longer a Shamrock? I also have huge bombs dropped on me and yes you're right it's totally Say Shamrock What? So if you're preparing to read my next diary I'm warning you right now it's full of sex, drama, hot men, bitchy best friends, secrets, ex's and lots of damn cursing. You will find out a lot about the men in my life. But I will still remain somewhat of a mystery. You’ll learn just a little.

Jade the 'Not So Lucky Shamrock’ Out

P.S Please read my first diary. Strictly off limits.

Chapter One
— Jade

Dear College Diary,

Aftermath of Brayden’s stupid bonfire, oh yes, and I indeed slept with Dean AGAIN!

Hussy whore here!

Jade
the “Shamrock” Out!

             
              “Jade shut that damn screaming cat up,” Dean mumbles into my hair. I reach over and slap my alarm clock off. “Good morning gorgeous,” he smiles at me.

             
              “Good morning Mr. Chiseled, you need to get up or you’ll be late to meet your father.” He sighs and hops out of my bed completely naked.
Damn!
“On second thought can you climb back into bed and give me some lovin’ before you leave,” I pout.

             
              He smirks over his shoulder before growling and throwing himself back on me. “My pleasure,” he pulls my sheet down exposing all of me. He runs his long fingers up the inside of my legs spreading them apart. “I will never get tired of your tattoo telling me to eat you,” he mumbles against my skin.

ME EITHER!

             
              Just before I can respond his tongue laps my folds, I sigh this is what this man does effortlessly. I dig my hands into my bed to keep from kicking about. His teeth graze my hood ring before he lightly tugs. He knows how to work my piercing with no qualms. I feel him lapping me up real good before I eye him sucking on his own fingers before they make their way to my entrance. “Everything is beautiful about you Jade—everything.”

Don’t make me fall in love with you. Don’t make me fall in love with you.
I chant over and over in my head.

             
              “Thank you Dean.” I mean what else am I supposed to say? I’m just a clover among many other clovers. I don’t see what’s so special about me. I literally have four men chasing me right now. Dean, Layden, Nate and Brayden. I need to shut my fucking brain off and enjoy this delicious man who is eating me like I am his favorite flavor of ice cream. I feel his tongue enter me and I squirm. 

“That’s it Angel Kisses give it to me,” he rasps.

And I do boy do I! My legs begin to shake, my heart begins to pound and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Dean…don’t stop right there…god…yes…yes…yes.” I squeeze the sheets tightly as my body releases
its euphoria and my lips begin to quiver, he has managed to make me tear up whilst giving me an orgasm. I do not know how I feel about that. As if he senses something wrong he comes up for air and smiles at me. That beautiful green eyed stare mixed with his grin is enough to knock a smile onto your face. “You okay gorgeous girl,” he nibbles on my thigh. I am more than okay, but I am freaked out as well. I can’t tell him this of course. So I go for an easy out so I can think. “Dean, baby, you’re going to be late,” I point to the clock on my nightstand.

“Shit! Sorry to eat and run gorgeous,” he crawls up my body and kisses me. I taste my own juices and this makes me hunger for more. Hunger for his taste, touch and smell. Hell hungry for him period. “I’ll catch ya later gorgeous girl,” he nips at my lips once more before taking his fine ass to the floor to begin getting dressed. I sigh and out loud too because watching this man get dressed is a damned shame. Just when I am enjoying his muscles rippling in his back Sheila and Amber come barreling through the door. “Fuck,” Dean starts bouncing on one foot pulling his pants up faster.

“Well isn’t he just fixed with an Anaconda,” Amber purrs.

Yeah, bitch my Anaconda!

             
Dean clears his throat as he pulls his shirt on over his head. “Ladies it was good seein ya, I’m headed out,” he gives me a quick wave.

“This is different, it’s usually “walk-er on outta there” Walker, but apparently he’s walkin right outta here instead,” Sheila mumbles.

Apparently she’s still pissed!

“So what’s up guys? Amber any luck with Nate?” I ask while pulling a tee over my head.

“Yeah, I had lots of fucking fun with him,” she says sarcastically.

Ugh Oh!

“
What happened?” I ask.

             
“I had to listen to that fine motherfucker go on and on about how he screwed up his chances with you,” she rolls her hands around in the air “oh and get this. He saw you leave with Dean and still was pinning like a little puppy bitch.” She bitches while rolling her eyes.

Well Shit!

              “I don’t know what else I have to do I’ve already told him he screwed up, what should I do,” I whine.

             
“What you should do is stick to one fucking guy Shamrock and then the rest will get the damn picture,” Sheila gripes.

That
’s it! I’ve had enough of her fucking attitude!

             
“Did I do something to offend you Sheila? Hmm. I was just curious because we were fine a few days ago. And now—you walk around like you got a fucking corn cob stuck up that red head ass of yours,” I scream while jumping to my feet.

             
“Woah! Calm down you two! What the hell has gotten into you both?” Amber throws her hands on her hips scorning us.

             
“My problem is Shamrock here has all the fucking luck and is too busy to notice she has all these great guys, but yet she can’t fucking choose one?” 

This isn
’t the Sheila I love anymore.

             
“Sheila—I can’t choose for that specific reason! I still have love for Layden, Nate is my best friend, Brayden is a great conversationalist and Dean is just perfect. And, they’re all hot! So no, I am not trying to be a damn whore it’s just like that because I can’t fucking make my mind up,” I say quietly.

And I think she finally gets it because her eyes soften.

“It’s that damn Layden he made you doubt yourself,” Sheila huffs.

Yeah no kidding. Bastard bent me over backwards. Chewed me up and spat me out.

              “I know, so why can’t I just have some fun? Why do I have to choose right now? Because I’m afraid if I do I will choose the wrong one,” I cry. “Can’t I just have some fun please? Will it help if I get one of them to find ya’ll some dates so you don’t feel like you’re being left out?” I ask trying to butter them up.

             
They look back and forth for a few seconds then back to me. “Yes,” they say together. “Hook us up,” Sheila grins.

Best friend bitch crisis averted. Score One For Shamrock!

             
“So what’s on the agenda for the day?” I need to know if they plan on hanging with me or not because I told Brayden I would have coffee with him.

             
“I have to study for an exam and Sheila has a date with her Mother,” Amber groans.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Shit! See I rather hang with guys then my best friends! Hussy whore!

              “Oh, well I gotta get laundry done.” I throw off the top of my head.

Laundry I have plenty of clean fucking clothes. See— now I am lying!

“Good luck with that,” Amber says while eying Sheila as she gets dressed.

Hmm. And what is this new discovery?

              “So—Ambs anything you would like to share with us?” I ask with a hint of amusement in my tone. She shakes out of her staring stupor and shakes her head quickly no. “Just so you know you can talk to me about anything.” And she can too, I won’t judge hell this is college I’ve had my share in the VaJayJay market too. “Not right now Shamrock, just not right now,”Ambs hisses at me.

Well alrighty then!

             
“Okay, Shamrock we’ll see ya later,” Sheila smirks. Ambs just waves with a worried look. I mouth I won’t say anything she still doesn’t believe a word out of my mouth though. It’s a big secret. I know she likes men, but this liking women is a new development. Good for her, I just wish she would share it with her best friends.

             
I want to look my best for Brayden even though it’s just coffee I enjoy our conversations. He’s witty and he flirts constantly and I’m starting to adore that bad ass facade he has like Layden.

What the flying fuck is wrong with me?

              After my nice warm shower of nothing, but memories of Dean in this shower stall with me I head back to my dorm room. I decide on a high pony tail and puff the pony with lots of hair spray. My outfit consists of a red tank with a built in bra, short black shorts and a pair of red wedges. Mom always said pair your shoes with your shirt. I always go by that rule. I lay off the lipstick and go for a more natural look a little mascara and blush and I’m all set for Brayden. When I look at the clock to check the time my phone chimes.

YES!

Brayden: You ready 2 walk 2 the coffee shop Sexy?

Each one of these guys has a name for me. And I will not fucking lie when I say I enjoy it.

Me: Ready when u r

Brayden: Meet ya in 2 mins at dorm entrance

Me: Kay

              I can’t wipe the smile off my damn face while I make my way down there. Hell, I ain’t even walking I’m practically running down the steps.

Again WTF is wrong with me?

And that
’s when my breath hitches as Brayden comes into view.

Ah, yes, that is what
’s wrong with me!

             
Brayden is leaning against the doorway smiling at me. His gorgeous black hair spiked masterfully on his head. His coal black eyes burning a hole through my body. The guy is fine with a capital F. Him and his holy faded jeans and gray tee.

             
“Hey sexy, is that a smile I see on that fucking fantastical mouth?” He teases.

“It is, I enjoy our talks.” I shrug and blush. He takes my arm in his and I about melt.