Wrecked (30 page)

“You want
a bite of my potatoes, Hunter?”

He
smirked. “It’s not in my training diet, but oh do you know how to tempt me
Lorrie.”

He kissed
me on the cheek then took a bite of my potatoes and chewed. I leaned into his
warm chest and he put his arm around me. He was wearing a very plush, red
Arrowhart hoodie that I wanted to melt into. Maybe I could steal it from him
sometime. I told him about the gossiping incident in the library and he did his
best to comfort me. “The whole thing just made me feel shitty. Why do people
have to be so mean?”

“I don’t
know. All you can do is ignore them and eventually they’ll stop. Everyone needs
something new to gossip about sooner or later.”

“I know,”
I said, burrowing into his chest. I lifted my gaze up to his. “It still hurt,
though. I mean, none of it’s true, right?”

He
squeezed me tighter to his chest. “No, none of it’s true. I’m with you because
I’m absolutely crazy about you. Our relationship is nobody’s business but
ours.”

I smiled
and felt the muscles in my shoulders and back relax. Hunter’s confident tone
made me feel better. I finally picked up my fork and began to pick at my food.
We ate in silence for a few minutes. Just being close to him made me feel warm,
like I was tucked tightly into bed under my covers.

“Daniela
told me about a party she’s going to on Friday night,” I said after a while. “I
told her I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go but I’d ask anyway.”

“Do you
want to go?” he asked

“I don’t
know. Do you?”

He
shrugged. “Why not? If you decide you want to go, let me know. I’m flexible:
wherever you are, I want to be.”

His
perfect words made me smile. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Great.”

We
finished up eating and went back to my dorm to watch a movie. One of the
benefits of living with three roommates was pooling together all our movies.
Daniela was especially useful because she liked action movies. I ended up
picking
The Dark Knight Rises
, which I hadn’t seen before. We put the
disc into my laptop and watched while cuddled up in my bed.

It was an
extra-long twin, which made it way too small for two people, especially someone
the size of Hunter. I ended up lying against him with the laptop on my lap as
he propped his back against the wall. The huge muscles in his chest were like a
warm, comfy pillow, made all the better by his sweatshirt.

About half
way through the movie he decided to take his sweatshirt off revealing a fitted
black t-shirt underneath.

“Aww, I
like that hoodie,” I said, twisting to face him.

He cocked
a brow. “Watch it Snorrie. If you keep complaining every time I take a piece of
clothing off, you’re going to destroy my confidence.”

I smiled.
“I doubt that, Mr. Tattoos and Muscles.”

He grinned
wickedly. “Maybe you’re right. But we better make sure, don’t you think?”

My heart
began racing in my chest at Hunter’s suggestion of sex. “We can’t,” I said
softly. “My suitemates will hear.”

He took
the laptop from my lap and set it down beside my bed. “That’s why we keep the
movie playing.”

“You don’t
want to finish it?”

His eyes
locked on mine. “I want a lot of things right now.”

Heat
rippled through my core as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and
kissed me passionately. His tongue slipped in with mine and probed my mouth
with lush slides. I took his mouth greedily, desperate for more contact with
him.

He moved
me, switching our positions so that he was on top then helped ease my shirt
over my head and let me back down to the pillow. My body quivered with excited
energy as he lowered his huge frame onto me and slipped a muscular arm under my
back. His free hand traced a line down my collar bone to my bra and slipped
under to tease my nipple. The contact made my skin prickle, making me eager for
every bit of pleasurable sensation.

His lips
sealed over mine again as he used the hand under me to unclasp my bra. Our
tongues wrestled playfully before he pulled away, taking the bra with him and
exposing my breasts. I put my hands around his waist and slipped them under his
t-shirt, eager for access to the beautiful body beneath. Even with my jeans
still on, I felt myself getting wet.

Hunter
trailed small kisses from my cheek to my jaw and down my neck as he crushed my
breasts with the weight of his chest. “Mmm it’s been too long since I’ve felt
you naked. ”

It had
only been a day since we last had sex but it felt like an eternity. I tugged at
the hem of his t-shirt wanting to expose him as much as I was exposed. “Same
here.”

He sat up
and took off the shirt in one swift movement before bringing himself back down
to me. My eyes traveled over his body hovering above me, taking in the strong
lines of his shoulders and chest. Then he slipped out of his jeans, leaving
just his black boxer briefs. Seeing his cock stretch against the thin cotton of
his underwear made my pulse quicken.

His hands
were on the button of my jeans. “Want help?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. The sudden rush of air
on my legs made me feel cold. I squirmed and curled up, covering myself with my
arms.

“Cold?” he
asked.

“Hurry up
so we can get under the covers. I’m freezing.”

He smiled
and came back to the head of the bed. We slipped beneath my comforter. The
warmth coming from his body made him my favorite personal heater.

We lay
side by side and kissed each other playfully with little kisses, then longer
and more passionately. One of his legs slid between mine and up my thigh toward
my aching sex. I wanted him inside me desperately.

He kissed
my neck at the same instant his thigh pressed up against my soaked panties,
making me shudder. Smiling against my lips, his hand eased between my legs and
around my underwear. The light flick of his finger on my sensitive folds sent
bolts of pleasure through my torso. I closed my eyes as he eased my slick
panties down my legs and threw them on the floor.

His next
touch made my back arch toward him in pleasure. The way his fingers danced
around my pussy, alternating between touching my clit and pumping in and out of
me, made me flushed and needy. I felt an orgasm steadily building inside me and
realized I wanted to pleasure him too, so I reached down and grabbed his hard
cock through his underwear.

He
responded by plunging his fingers even deeper inside me, curling them so they
touched my g-spot. I used my free hand to grip his short hair and bring him
closer, kissing him as hard as I could.

“God your
pussy is so tight,” he growled. “I want to feel you around my cock.”

My heart
sank as I had a grim realization: I didn’t have any condoms. Or any other
sexual stuff, actually. I’d been so dead set against causing drama in my life
by hooking up with boys that I hadn’t bought supplies. It was supposed to be a
way of stopping myself from being tempted.

I took a
deep breath and squeezed my legs together. “Sorry, but I don’t think we can do
that tonight.”

He
narrowed his eyes. “Why not? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t
have any condoms,” I said quietly.

He smiled.
“Okay, we can fix that problem later.” He kissed me and opened my legs back up.
“ But I don’t need to be inside you to get you off.”

I let out
a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and relaxed. My pussy felt on fire
as his fingers quickly found their rhythm again. The orgasm building up in my
core was rapidly approaching release.

I didn’t
want to let him get me off without giving him anything, so I reached toward his
waistband and peeled his underwear down his muscular thighs. His cock sprang
up, huge and heavy. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth skin and stroked my
hand up and down its length.

Feeling
his cock respond to my touch took me to the edge. I closed my eyes and
continued to stroke him as he fingered me. We continued pleasuring one another
as the movie played, the sound of explosions and bad guys grunting making for
an interesting background track. When he touched my clit with the pad of his
thumb, my climax came in a burst.

I bit back
a cry, moaning from the back of my throat as my core tightened deliciously and
released in spasms. My hand fell away from his cock and I gripped the sheets
hard. When I opened my eyes I saw his face focused on mine. He wore an
expression of masculine triumph.

“You look
like you enjoyed that,” he said.

“I did,” I
murmured, curling up into him.

His cock,
still hard, brushed against my leg. I reached down and began stroking him
again. He relaxed his face and threw his head back. Feeling like it was my turn
to please him, I trailed kisses down his neck to his hard chest.

He ran his
fingers through my hair to my nape. “That feels good.”

“I don’t
have any lube . . .” I said, trailing off.

“That’s
okay, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I don’t
want to hurt you,” I protested.

I lightly
grazed his balls with the tips of my fingers and he exhaled sharply from the
sensation. “You won’t. I trust you.”

I
quickened my pace, making sure to keep my touch light so my hand I didn’t catch
on his skin. His grip on my hair tightened and he uttered a throaty rasp like
he was struggling for control. I squirmed, excited to see the effect my touches
had on him.

“Don’t
stop,” he panted. Despite my hand becoming fatigued from stroking him through
an entire fight scene, I spit some saliva in my palm and continued jerking him
quickly but lightly.

“Oh god,
I’m going to come,” he cried.

His cock
twitched then erupted, shooting hot, thick semen through my fingers and against
my stomach. He arched himself against me, bucking with every spurt. The
guttural moan of agony mixed with pleasure that escaped his lips filled me with
triumph.

“You look
like you enjoyed that
,”
I said smiling.

He let out
a long breath. “Hell yeah I did. I hope you have Kleenex.”

I giggled
and got up to clean myself off. “I do.”

“And
detergent for your sheets,” he added.

“Check on
that as well.”

After
wiping myself down, I tossed the kleenex to him so he could clean himself up
too. An explosion from the movie playing on my laptop made me realize Batman
was still fighting to save Gotham. I laughed again.

“I guess
we’ll have to catch the end of
The Dark Knight Rises
another time,” I
said.

“What?”

“The
movie. We didn’t finish it.”

“Oh. I
guess you can pause it now.”

I did so
with an enormous smile on my face, then got back under the covers with him. We
cuddled for a while, his fingers tracing circles on my back, my nails gently
exploring the outlines of the tattoos on his firm chest. Being with Hunter made
me feel safe and alive. I reflected on how hard I’d fought to prevent something
like this from happening—from being in a sexual relationship with Hunter. It seemed
so silly now.

PARTY

On Thursday during psych
class, Daniela reminded me she’d been invited to a Tau Beta Pi party by Cody.
Even though Daniela wasn’t “seeing” Cody anymore, they had made up and were now
back on friendly terms. I had given her an uncertain answer earlier in the week
but after asking Hunter and him telling me he wanted to go, I notified Daniela
that we were game to join her. I figured it would be a fun experience for both
Hunter and me.

After
classes, I texted Hunter.
You ready for the TBP party tonight?

Moments
later, he responded.
Sure, am. I’m looking forward to showing you off :)

I
responded with two smiley faces and he texted back.
Well, as long as they
look and don’t touch :).

I was
looking forward to our first appearance as a couple at a public event.

Daniela was excited to meet
Cody’s frat buddies so she took an extra long time in picking an outfit and
applying her makeup while Hunter and I waited in the suite. She came out from
the bathroom with frizzy hair wearing a denim jacket over a pastel polo, a
short white skirt, pointy-toed flats, and big, gaudy sunglasses. The party had
a spring break Miami-Vice dress theme and Daniela took it very seriously. I
wore a pair of dark jeans and a maroon-checkered button down, and Hunter traded
his usual training sweats for an olive polo and jeans. He looked mouth-watering
with his muscles stretching against whatever fabric he wore.

“So, how
do I look?” Daniela said striking a pose.

I laughed.
“Wow, you look awesome!”

Hunter laughed
as well. “Definitely.”

“Thanks!
Hopefully, the fratdaddys at the party will think so as well!”

We left
Floyd Hall around 10:30 and by the time we arrived at the TBP house, it was
almost eleven.

“Did you
go to any TBP parties freshman year, Lorrie?” Daniela asked, as we approached
the front porch where a couple of guys and girls were smoking and drinking.

“No, I
went to like one frat party and I don’t remember what the house was,” I said.

“Oh yeah,”
she said. “We went to that one Phi Kappa Delta party together but all the boys
there were pretty immature so we left early.”

I recalled
the event and how some drunk guy spilled beer all over both our shoes. Then I
realized that had been Gary’s frat. His story about having to skip the hockey
game with Hunter because the guys at PKD couldn’t unclog a toilet made a lot
more sense now.

Hunter
chuckled. “If any guy does that to you tonight, Lorrie, I’ll teach him a
lesson.”

“Oooh, so
protective,” Daniela said. “Wish I had me an MMA fighter boyfriend.”

I smiled at
her, slightly blushing.

“I can
introduce you to a few of the guys down at Bigg’s Gym,” Hunter said. “Although,
I gotta warn ya, they’ve got some rough edges.”

“Even
better. I like a guy who’s a little unruly. Makes it all the more fun to change
‘em.”

Hunter and
I both laughed.

We walked
up to the porch and Hunter held the door open for both of us as we went inside.
The house was full of people.
Wagon Wheel
was blaring from a stereo
somewhere and people—especially the girls—were singing along with the chorus:
“Heyyyy mama rack me!”

“Banjos,
man,” Hunter said, shaking his head as he watched a group of drunk girls
slurring words off-pitch, drinks held high in the air. “They’re like catnip for
Midwest girls.” He looked at us. “Thirsty? I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Thanks,
Hunter,” I said.

Like a
true gentleman, he went to get Daniela and me drinks while we hung out in the
living room watching an overly competitive group of people play beer pong.

“So how
have Hunter and you been? You guys look so cute together!”

“We’re
doing great. I actually feel like we’re kind of obsessed with each other,” I
mused. “Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“It’s a
good thing from what I can see. You’ve got this glowy aura going on. I haven’t
seen you look so happy in a long time, Hunter has quite the effect on you. To
be honest, I’m actually kinda jealous . . .”

I
flustered at her compliments and giggled. “Yeah, I guess I’m pretty lucky
things have worked out between Hunter and me. We’ve certainly had our ups and
downs before getting to this point. But now that we’re dating, I’m glad he’s in
my life.”

Daniela
nodded and smiled. We exchanged a few bits about Hunter’s awesomeness and began
to scan the room for a potential guy for Daniela when Hunter returned,
balancing three drinks with two hands. “Here ya go ladies!”

Just as we
offered our thanks to Hunter, the music unexpectedly changed to a rap song.

“Awww
yeahhh. Now this is what I’m talking about! I love this song!” cried Daniela,
shaking her hips and waving her drink around in the air to the hypnotic beat
and explicit lyrics. “Make it nasty! Make it nasty!”

“What song
is this?” I said.

“You
haven’t heard this?! Jesus, Lorrie. It’s
Make It Nasty
by Tyga. Duh!
Please at least tell me you’ve heard of twerking.”

“Of course
I’ve heard of twerking!” I said, slightly offended by the accusation. I turned
to Hunter to see if he was judging me and he was simply smiling. “Everybody
knows about Miley Cyrus and that VMA performance.”

“Well,
this is like THE twerking song. You can’t listen to it and not want to shake
your butt. It can bring out the slutty side in any good girl! It’s gotta be
like some form of subliminal messaging or something.”

I listened
to the lyrics, noting that there was nothing subtle about the chorus:
Make
it nasty! Make it nasty!

“I’m gonna
find a guy to grind on. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” Daniela said before
grabbing a random guy nearby and tugging him to the open dance area.

Although
this wasn’t my kind of music, I began warming to the song from seeing everyone
having fun. I was considering dancing as well but didn’t think Hunter was the
dancing type.

“C’mon,
babe. Let’s dance too,” Hunter said with a mischievous grin. “I wanna see your
twerkin skills.”

He led me
by the hand over to where Daniela and her dance partner went.

“You like
dancing?” I asked Hunter.

He gave me
a lopsided grin. “You know what they say about fighters: they’re good both on
their feet and off.”

I smirked
at him. “I agree with the ‘off’ part. I guess we’ll find out about the ‘on’
part.”

I began
swaying to the beat, dancing in front of Hunter. I wasn’t the best dancer in
the world, but I knew how to move my body to at least
look
like I knew
what I was doing. I was surprised to see Hunter actually moving his feet and
dancing instead of just nodding his head like I saw most of the guys doing.
Most of the guys were just shifting side-to-side with a drink in one hand while
their girl did all the work. I noticed that during the chorus, the girls would
bend over and vigorously shake their butts in front of the guy’s crotch.

As we
continued dancing, I saw a few girls eyeing Hunter. It would’ve bothered me
before but after everything that’s happened between Hunter and me in the past
week, I felt confident shrugging it off. I was enjoying myself and having such
a great time with Hunter that I decided to be adventurous and try twerking on
him. I bent over and began shaking my booty. I looked back to gauge his
reaction and saw his eyes wide and filled with lust.

“Jesus,
Lorrie. That’s so sexy.”

Encouraged,
I bent further until I was parallel with the ground, continuing to shake my
bottom like a salt shaker.

“Yeah, you
go girl! Make it nasty!” I heard Daniela shout over to me. She was twerking on
her man too but that guy looked lost, like he couldn’t handle what Daniela was
shaking.

I bent
down until my hair was touching the ground then I slapped the floor and arched
my back as I came up slowly. Curious, I glanced back and saw Hunter looking
borderline ready to ravage me on the dance floor in front of everyone.

I glanced
at the other girls admiring Hunter and noticed their expression had turned from
jealousy to disdain.

Yeah,
that’s right. Hunter’s MY man,
I thought smugly.

Hunter
lightly slapped my backside. I turned around and playfully tapped my hand against
his chest. “Cool your jets, Hun, you’re burning up.”

“My jet’s
on fire. I wanna crash into you so bad, it hurts.”

“Save it
for later tonight. We’ll crash and burn together,” I whispered into his ear
seductively.

By the
time the song ended, I’d worked up a sweat and was breathing hard like I’d ran
five miles; I desperately needed a glass of water. Who knew booty-shaking could
be such a workout?

I had a
lot of fun dancing and letting loose with Hunter. After Daniela remarked on how
she’s never seen me so lively before, I went to the kitchen to get myself and
Hunter another drink, a smile on my face knowing that Hunter and I were going
to have some amazing sex tonight.

A
curly-haired frat guy wearing a striped polo over a noticeable beer gut
approached me, cheeks rosy from a few drinks. He face seemed familiar but I
couldn’t place it. “Lorrie Burnham, out partying.”

“Hey . . .
what’s up?” I smiled at him, my mood chipper. “Do I know you?”

“Name’s
Jimmy.” He leaned against the kitchen island, taking up the space beside me.
“We’ve got the same art history class together.”

“Ah, nice
to meet you Jimmy. I’m Lorrie—err but you already knew that.” I laughed.

“You’re
like the talk of the campus,” he said casually as he popped an orange cheese
ball into his mouth.

“Oh. . .”
I continued smiling but suddenly felt uncomfortable. “Let me guess, it’s
because of Hunter?”

“Yeah,
that and what happened in the news. Man that’s crazy stuff.”

The smile
on my face disappeared. I stood there silent, dreading where this conversation
was headed.

“Hey, you
know I’ve been curious—” He chuckled. “I saw you on TV when they read the
verdict. I was like ‘wow, that girl’s pretty cute’. But man, what was up with
your reaction? You were like stone-faced.” He made an exaggerated blank-faced
expression. “Totally emotionless.” He chuckled again. “Did you even
like
your
mom?”

My jaw
tightened. I blinked a few times, hoping the situation wasn’t real. “What?”

“You know,
when you were in the courtroom and the judge was like ‘guilty’!” He pounded his
fist against the island like a mallet. “I woulda jumped outta my seat and been
like ‘hell yeah!’ Give that fucker what he deserves!” He laughed.  

“Stop,” I
murmured softly, in a daze.

“What?” He
leaned closer, tilting his ear to hear me.

My hands
became cold. I remained silent as my past crawled back into my mind drowning
out the ruckus of the party around me.

“Helloooo?”
He smiled as he waved his hand in front of my face. “Earth to stone girl.” He
chuckled again.

I slapped
his hand away. “Fuck off, douchebag!” I yelled.

He took a
step back. The chattering around us halted; I could feel everyone’s gaze on me.
My pulse pounded and my ears roared.

“Whoa,
chill out. What the hell’s your problem?”

“You,” I
shot back, too angry to care about the onlookers.

He looked
around at the people staring at us. His jovial expression became serious. “I
was just trying to be nice and talk to you. Then you act like a stupid loner,
bitch,” he spat. “No wonder you don’t have any friends.”

“She’s got
one right here,” Hunter snarled coming up behind Jimmy. He grabbed the Jimmy by
the shirt and shoved him, making him stumble out the back door and tumble
across the backyard lawn. Hunter followed him and I followed Hunter. Everyone
else in the kitchen followed as well.

“Jesus, dude.
What the fuck’s your problem?” Jimmy barked at Hunter, getting back on his
feet.

“Don’t
fuck with Lorrie,” Hunter warned, his tone serious and cold.

“I wasn’t
doing shit to your girlfriend. That bitch is the one who started it!” He
pointed an accusing finger at me.

“You
better watch that mouth of yours,” Hunter threatened. “Apologize to her.”

Jimmy
looked at all the people watching the spectacle. “What? Hell no! You think I’m
scared of you, you stupid musclehead. I didn’t do anything wrong! She’s the one
who should be apologizing to me!” He gestured to his sleeve that had been torn
from tumbling across the ground. “Look you ripped my fuckin shirt, bro! That’s
NOT cool!”

Hunter was
approaching Jimmy, his hands balled into tight fists and I ran over to stop
him. “Hunter!” I cried trying to keep my voice controlled despite feeling
frantic. “Come on, let’s get out of here, I don’t want to be here anymore . .
.”