Chapter 7
Aaron
I couldn’t believe my luck today. When Brock and I decided to work out together, I never thought it would end up being my lucky day. Emma texted him like five thousand times every time we did anything, but today was different. She’d sent him a message in the afternoon telling him that she was going out later and wouldn’t be able to Skype. He’d told her to have fun, and she said it would be. She and Mel were going to cut loose. I couldn’t see that actually happening, but now I see she’s full of surprises.
Emma suggested we meet up with them at this bar she and Brock had gone to back in the fall. He agreed, and that’s where I came into play. I’d pretty much invited myself to come along, and even pointed out that Emma had suggested it. On our way here, Brock got another text and when I saw it, I nearly fell over. There was Emma all dolled up, but right beside her was a version of Mel I’d never seen before. Her hair was all fancy, and she was wearing more makeup than usual. I couldn’t tell what she was wearing because the selfie was cropped, but I knew it had to be good.
When we arrived at the bar, I wasn’t sure what kinda reception I’d get. She was pissed at me at the moment, and I was getting ready to ambush her. She and Em were three sheets to the wind in the middle of the dance floor, but she nearly took my breath away. The dark pants clung to her lower half, molding her ass perfectly. The red top showcased a set of tits I didn’t know she owned, and the ‘fuck-me’ heels were the icing on the cake. To say she was icy when she saw me would be putting it lightly. After the kiss though, I thought I might be getting somewhere. That is until she decided that she’d rather sit beside Em than in my lap.
“You guys about ready to go?” Brock shouted above the music. Emma was leaning her head on his shoulder like she was ready to fall asleep.
“Fine by me,” Mel slowly stood and stretched her arms, causing her top to rise and show some skin at her midriff. I swallowed as my eyes zeroed in on her. “Face is up here,” she shoved me in the side.
“Geez,” I recoiled. “I can’t help it if I want to admire the view. It’s right in front of my face after all.”
“I need her keys,” Mel pointed at Emma. “She can’t drive.”
“You guys can ride with us. We’ll come get her car tomorrow,” Brock smiled as he stood and helped Em walk to the door to leave.
We all filed out after him. I held out my hand to Mel, “You know I don’t bite.”
“Un huh,” she muttered as she stepped away from my grasp.
What the hell was that all about? I had my tongue down her throat less than an hour ago, and now she wouldn’t let me touch her. How the hell was I supposed to get upstairs at this rate?
When we pulled up in front of the dorms, Brock cut the engine. Emma fished around for her keycard to get in the dorm. “You don’t really expect me to sleep in the car, do you?” I looked over at Mel, who was huddled up in my coat. This time I checked the pockets.
“Yep,” she smacked her lips.
“Babe. It’s like twenty degrees out, and you have my coat. I’m gonna freeze my balls off out here,” I pouted as I looked to Emma for some help.
“Don’t look at me. You snore,” her eyes went wide.
“I do not!” I balked. I glanced around at the other parked cars. They already had frost on their windshields. “Look! Ice!” I pointed. “I’ll behave. Please?” I put my hands together and stopped in front of Mel. “Just this once.”
She sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before rolling her eyes. “Fine. Just this once, and if you so much as…”
I held up my hand to stop her, “I get it.”
Emma laughed as she led our group to the door. She swiped her card and we all made our way up to their room. Emma and Mel both grabbed shower bags and left Brock and I in the room alone.
“I don’t want to hear any of whatever you two do. I know you haven’t gotten laid since we were here the last time,” I groaned.
“I’m not some horny teen,” Brock growled. “I can control myself.”
“Right,” I sighed as I pulled a blanket off Mel’s bed and made a pallet on the floor. I still needed a pillow, and something to cover up with, but it was a start.
When the girls came back my tongue nearly fell out of my mouth. Mel was dressed in a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a cami. You could see the outline of her breasts through the thin cotton fabric, and it was very obvious that she was happy I was there. Last summer’s time at the beach was nothing to seeing her like this.
“I need a pillow, please,” I waited patiently while she fished one out of the closet. While her back was to me, I pulled my sweater over my head. I hadn’t thought very far ahead, so I didn’t bring anything to sleep in plus I usually slept nude.
After draping it over her desk chair, I kicked off my shoes. Mel chose that moment to turn around. “Here,” she swallowed as her eyes scanned my chest and abs.
“See something you like?” I smirked. I knew I looked good, but it was always a rush to get a reaction from a female.
“It’s ok,” she shrugged.
“Ok?” I stepped closer to her and her breathing hitched. “I haven’t even shown you the good part,” I chuckled as I popped the button to my jeans loose. As I began to wiggle my hips, she turned around and rushed over to the door, quickly flicking the lights off just as my pants hit the ground.
“I’m quite ok with that too,” she called out as she climbed onto her bed and pulled the covers up.
“I need a blanket,” I lowered myself onto my pallet. Emma reached for the blanket that was folded at the end of her bed and tossed it at me. “Thanks,” I murmured as I began punching the pillow on the floor, trying to get comfortable. “Hey, Mel?” I rose up on my elbow.
“What?” she grumbled. I knew I was pushing her and if I kept it up she was going to snap. She rolled onto her side to face me and before I could think too much about it, I pressed my lips to hers. It was a soft kiss, that ended before it really began but it was enough.
“Dream of me,” I whispered as I pulled away. “Night,” I mumbled to the ceiling as I laid back down and attempted to sleep.
Melinda
Dream of me? The words hung in the air like a thick cloud. How was I supposed to even sleep with him so close? When I came back in the room and saw him standing there beside my bed with no shirt and bare feet, well do I need to say more? My mouth watered as my eyes devoured him, and despite my resolve to not feel anything, lust pooled in my belly. Every muscle was cut to perfection, and the top of that V made me want to lick him. It had to be the rum talking. If I wasn’t tipsy, I’d be able to resist him.
I stared at the ceiling for hours, trying to sleep. I could smell Aaron’s cologne every time he shifted on the floor beside me. His breathing wasn’t even, and the subtle grunts he emitted told me he wasn’t asleep. It made me feel a little pride that he was having as much trouble as I was.
“Are you awake?” I whispered as I rolled onto my side. I tucked my hand under my cheek and inched to the very edge of the bed. When I peered down at him, I could barely make his face out in the dark.
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I blinked as I tried with all my might to see him better. Darkness was not my friend right now. Aaron was like a work of art, and I wanted to enjoy that.
“Floor’s kinda hard,” he grunted.
“Oh,” I murmured. I hadn’t thought about that, but the tile was pretty unforgiving and all he had under him was a blanket.
“I’ll be ok. Go to sleep,” he whispered again as he shifted onto his side.
“Grab the blanket and come here,” I slid until my back was pressed up against the wall.
“What?” he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“You heard me,” I grumbled. I waited until he stood up. He was staring at me, and I almost laughed at what little I could make out of his expression. He looked like a confused little boy. “You’re staying on top of the covers,” I pointed at the side of the bed closest to him. “If you so much as touch me wrong, I’ll shove your ass back on the floor.”
I watched as he tentatively climbed onto the bed. He draped the blanket over himself and then settled in front of me. One arm went under his head while the other draped over his hip. “Thanks,” he murmured on a yawn. “I’ll be good, but I can’t promise what I’ll do once I fall asleep.”
It didn’t take long before his breathing evened out and he began softly snoring. I’d have to let Emma know she was right tomorrow and break it to him that he did indeed snore. I thought it would take me longer, but within minutes, I too passed out into a deep sleep.
The next morning I was awoken by the ringing of my phone. I shot up in bed as I slapped around trying to find it.
“Ow!” Aaron yelped when I accidently hit him in the face.
“Sorry,” I cringed as I scrambled out from under the covers and dove for where my purse was sitting on my desk. When I finally picked up the phone, I’d missed the call. It soon vibrated though with a voicemail.
“Melinda, this is your mother. We had a deal yesterday. You told me you’d be ready first thing this morning. I’m sitting downstairs as we speak. You have five minutes before I come up.” My mother sounded pissed and I couldn’t blame her. She’d let me out of coming home last night, and now I was late. “Shit!” I scrambled around the room stuffing things in an overnight bag. “I can’t believe I overslept. This is your fault!” I pointed at Aaron as he stared at me. He was sitting up with the blanket around his waist. His bare chest taunted me, and his bedhead was the sexiest I’d seen.
“Me?” he pointed at his chest. “How is this my fault?”
“It just is,” I snapped as I finished packing my bag. I grabbed my shower kit and some sweats to change into as I headed for the door.
Aaron chuckled, “Why don’t you just let me take you home? Tell your mom you have a ride, then you can take your time.”
“Because I can’t,” I grabbed the knob and yanked the door open.
“Why not?” Aaron ran his hand through his hair, making himself look even sexier.
“Because that’s just the way it is,” I pulled the door closed, leaving him in my bed as I ran to the showers.
After quickly getting dressed, I stepped into my room just long enough to grab my bag and rush downstairs. Aaron didn’t ask about giving me a ride again, and I was thankful. He could never give me a ride. He could never meet my parents. He could never come to my house. My personal life was more than he could ever handle. The two could never mix, and I could already tell that it was a battle I’d constantly fight with him.