Best Friends Forever (8 page)

Three

On the way back to campus, we stop to pick up a phone. We agree on a flip phone without Internet access, that way it’s less likely to be traced.

“We’ll need to program all the phone numbers into it,” I tell her when we’re back in my car.

“Yeah, I’ll add the ones I know when I get back to my dorm, but not if Cheyanne is there,” she says.

“You can come to my dorm,” I suggest. “I don’t have a roommate and Des has classes tonight, so it’ll just be me.”

“Perfect. We are going to take down Cheyanne and Roman and I can’t wait.” She winks at me.

“Me either.”

I’m hoping their takedown leads to Hazel going down. She’s a pretty girl and I can already picture all the dirty things she’ll let me do to her.

We arrive on campus and walk to our building. Just as we reach the door, Audric bursts out, his face angry.

“Hey! You okay?” Hazel asks with concern. My jealousy flares but I push it down.

“Oh, just peachy. Cheyanne just found out about Roman’s parents’ plan for custody and she won’t even talk to me. She claims I knew about it and let her get blindsided. She hates me,” he says, defeated.

“She’s crazy for thinking that,” Hazel consoles him with a hug.

I clap my hand on his shoulder. “She’ll get over it, man. She’s just emotional.”

I meet Hazel’s eyes and we both realize that this fight between Cheyanne and Audric will work to our benefit. Now we have even more fuel for the fire we’re about to start.

Audric finally says he needs to go to class and stalks away from us.

“This is going to be perfect!” Hazel squeaks. “I’m not going to wait now. Let’s go get those numbers programmed so that we can start this.”

Once we’re in my room, I hand her my phone so she can start copying numbers. She sits on my bed and starts the long process. Knowing I can turn her on, I start to change my clothes, pulling my shirt up over my head.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes never leaving my chest.

“Changing. It’s no big deal,” I say and she seems to agree, but her eyes are eating me up. When I pull my jeans off, her gaze drifts lower, to my boxers. Under her watch, I feel myself grow hard but I don’t hide it.

Her eyes fly to mine. “Put your clothes on.”

“What if I don’t?” I say just to tease her. I walk over to the bed and wait to see if she makes a move.

She licks her lips provocatively and I pop out of my boxers, desperate for her touch. She lays both phones down next to her and scoots closer to her, her fingers moving to trace the head of my dick softly. I groan in agony and in the next instant, she’s pushed me back and gotten on her knees in front of me. When her mouth engulfs the head, I move my hands to her hair to help her along.

She bobs up and down, using the most incredible motions of her tongue combined with suction from her mouth and before I know it, I’m ready to come. Both my hands fist in her hair and I push myself deeper, wanting to blow deep in her throat. She accepts the pressure I put on her head and takes me even deeper.

I explode with a harsh groan and release her, but she doesn’t stray too far. She licks my shaft for several more seconds before she finally pulls away, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She bites her lip and I pull her up to stand in front of me. Knowing this might be my only chance, I lean in and kiss her neck, her sexy throat, and the delicate skin covering her clavicle.

When she stiffens against me, I know this is over.

“What did I just do?” she shrieks and covers her mouth with her hands as she pulls away from me. “You’re Destiny’s boyfriend! I can’t believe I just did that.”

I put my hands on her shoulders. “Relax. Des will never know. And we can just forget it, okay? We were both caught up in moment and it happened. Let’s just erase it from our memories and go on like nothing happened.” She nods and moves back to sit on my bed again. She puts her face in her hands, and for a minute, I wonder if she’s crying. She looks up, though, and there aren’t any tears. She picks up the phones to start adding numbers again.

I pull on my basketball shorts and sit at my desk chair, crossing my ankles on top of the desk in an effort to look casual. I’m anything but. That blowjob was mind blowing and I want more and more from Hazel. She might not want to accept it, but her mouth was made to fit me. I just want to sink into her warm, wet mouth again and again.

When I feel myself get hard again, I know I need to stop. She won’t let herself be swept away in the moment so easily again. I’ll have to carefully plan out my next move.

“Don’t forget to add our numbers in there,” I suggest as she enters numbers in the new phone.

She looks up at me. “Why?”

“Well, if anyone ever found it, they would try to figure out who it belonged to, and most people don’t keep their own numbers in their phone,” I say with a smile.

“Oh. Good point,” she says and then busies herself with more numbers.

I watch her as she inputs each number. When a smile crosses her beautiful lips, I’m intrigued.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

She looks up. “I was just thinking about what happened before,” she admits and I’m floored.

“Most girls wouldn’t be so honest,” I say with a chuckle.

“I’m not most girls,” she replies with a raised brow.

“Don’t tease me, Hazel. I might be a gentleman and let you try to forget about what happened, but I’ll never forget it. And when you look as gorgeous as you do right now, I just want to throw you down and fuck you senseless.”

She looks down for a second and then glances back at me with mischief in her eyes. “Who says I’d turn you away?”

My dick jumps at her words and I know it’s going to be a long afternoon.

Four

I lock my door against the world and move back to the bed. Hazel is on her knees on the mattress, putting her at the perfect height for my kiss. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, letting my lips drift over hers. She sighs and I deepen the kiss, my tongue reaching out to demand entrance into her sweet mouth.

She’s so sweet, so responsive, I don’t waste any time. I know she’s going to be ready for me, so I pull her jean shorts and panties down her legs. I don’t even bother with her top; the only thing I want is to get inside her. I lay her back on the bed and bring my hand to her sweet folds, anxious to test her wetness. She’s soaking, already more than ready for me. I push my middle finger deep inside her and she arches against me with a moan. I kiss her throat as I penetrate her and then thrust my hand against her over and over.

Her arms rise to my neck and she’s close to release already, her thighs trembling against mine. I want to make her shatter before I get fully inside her. Just to push her over the edge, I curl my finger inside her and rub my thumb over her clit, knowing it’ll drive her crazy. Her hips rise off the bed and then she’s shaking beneath me, her eyes rolling back in pure satisfaction.

Just as I pull my finger out of her and get ready to fuck her, a knock lands on my door.

“Nolan! I need to talk to you,” says the person on the other side. It’s Roman and he sounds pissed.

“Wanna piss him off?” I whisper to Hazel, who looks mortified.

“No!”

“Oh, come on, you’re no fun,” I say and then move down her body to give her wet folds a lick. When she makes a sound deep in her throat, I press harder against her, hoping she’ll let me show her off to Roman. Won’t he be jealous?

More knocking sounds. “I know you’re in there, man! Come on, open up.”

“Open up,” I repeat to Hazel in a whisper and spread her in front of me, bending my head to lick her again.

When Roman starts pounding on the door, I know I need to answer it. I pull away from Hazel with a lingering look at her half-naked body on my bed. I know she’s worried about Roman, but I can’t figure out why. Roman’s moved on, I’m sure, so she doesn’t have anything to worry about.

I pull my shorts up to hide my erection and yank open the door, the blinding lights of the hallway seeping into my room. Luckily, my bed, and Hazel on it, is against the wall behind the door so Roman doesn’t catch a glimpse of her.

“What’s up, man?” I ask in an annoyed tone. He’s barged in to the wrong situation.

“I need to talk to you,” he says, serious.

“Can’t it wait?”

“No.” He doesn’t go on and I’m intrigued.

Knowing I might not get another chance with Hazel, and regretting it deeply, I step out into the hallway and close my door behind me.

“Let’s take a walk,” I suggest, needing to get away from Hazel to calm my raging desire. Roman agrees and we walk outside the building and begin a trek around the campus.

This is my third year at Coastal, and although I’m only a year older than Roman, I feel much wiser, considering he and Cheyanne went to a community college at home last year while I’ve been living in the dorms all three years of college. Every summer, the two of them got more and more miserable as the tension between their families intensified.

“So, my parents are going to try for custody of Deacon,” he announces.

I already know, but feign shock. “What?”

“Yeah. It’s bad, Nolan. I mean, I’ve made threats to Chey before about custody, but I never actually meant it. I used them to get what I wanted from her. And now… My parents blindsided me with this. They only told me because they wanted me to know before Cheyanne, but I found out just a few minutes before she did. And now, because I did know, she blames me and thinks it was all my idea.”

“That’s heavy, man. I need a smoke,” I say, knowing I can’t on campus. What I wouldn’t give to be at the beach with a pipe.

“What am I going to do?”

“I don’t know, man. Cheyanne’s a smart girl. I think she’ll figure out that you weren’t involved. If you were smart, you and she would join forces to go against your parents in the custody battle. No judge is going to refuse custody to both parents,” I explain.

“You’re right. My parent’s will have to do this without me. And Cheyanne will have to see that it wasn’t my idea. Thanks!” Roman barely acknowledges me as Hazel walks toward us looking mussed and well-fucked. Well, almost.

“Hey, guys,” she calls out with a smile and I have to give her credit: she doesn’t look like the same girl she did a few hours ago. With revenge up her sleeve, she knows she’s in power now.

“Hazel,” Roman greets her, his eyes noticing her disheveled state.

“Hey, girl,” I say, putting an arm around her shoulders.

Roman looks confused but he doesn’t say anything about my friendliness toward Hazel. “I’ve got to get going. Thanks for the chat, Nolan. Goodnight, Hazel.”

As he walks away, Hazel giggles against me. “He was jealous, wasn’t he?”

“Oh yeah he was. Oh well. He’ll have to get used to seeing us together,” I say, surprising us both. Don’t I want to sow my wild oats? I’m not so sure anymore. Hazel is something else.

“We’re only together to create chaos,” she admonishes me.

“I like chaos.”

Five

I wake alone, unable to get Hazel to sleep in my room last night. I don’t mind, but I hate waking up by myself. It’s one of the reasons I have so many friends with benefits. Oh, well. After shooting Destiny a quick text, I break for the bathroom, hoping I’m the first one in.

To my chagrin, Cheyanne is showering in the stall farthest from the door. I nod to her but otherwise ignore her. I might think she’s hot, but at the moment, I don’t want to get involved with her. It’s too big a risk when Hazel and I are planning to ruin her.

I know she probably doesn’t deserve this bomb that’s going to be dropped, but I’m a sucker for scandal – and for Hazel. I think she might be able to talk me into anything, which is a bit scary. I’m sure she doesn’t want a relationship, but I plan to pursue her. Until Destiny starts giving it up, I need to be satisfied. And oh, Hazel is one-hundred-percent satisfying. She’s got skills I’ve never encountered in a woman before. She’s incredible.

Once I’m in the shower, I notice Cheyanne stealing glances at me above the stalls. I give her a what-do-you-want look and she glares at me.

I’m confused. “What the hell did I do?” I say over the loud spray of water against me.

“Don’t play dumb. Leave Hazel alone,” she commands.

“Say what?”

“I’m almost positive she was with you last night and she just got her heart broken by Roman. Do you really think she needs another player to shatter her?”

Is this really the same girl I’ve known for years? She’s become a total bitch, just as Hazel informed me. Before she had Deacon, she was actually pleasant.

I laugh. “I think you need to get your facts straight. I’m with Destiny,” I explain with an upraised eyebrow.

“Whatever. Just don’t screw her over,” she says with a sigh.

I’m not sure if she means Hazel or Destiny, but I don’t care. I’ll do what I want. And I’m pretty sure Hazel won’t be telling anyone about what happened, or if it happens again, so I know I’ll be able to keep things up with Destiny until she decides to sleep with me.

Until then, Hazel is good enough. When Destiny wants to fuck me, though, I’ll leave Hazel in the dust. She’ll have served her purpose. I smile into the shower spray as Cheyanne exits her shower and leaves the room. I shake my head at the audacity she has. Hazel is just a fling and she knows that. So there won’t be any heartbreaking for either of us.

* * * * *

After a full day of classes, I’m exhausted and can think of nothing better than getting Hazel to my room for some stress-relieving activities. Before I can find her, though, I run into Miranda.

She’s definitely a girl next door, but she’s got a kick-ass body, too. She’s plain, for the most part, but that luscious body gets me hard. Her brown eyes are more hazelnut than dark chocolate, like Hazel’s, and they just aren’t that appealing. Her hair is piled on top of her head and messy, like she forgot she has any and just left her room without a thought about it. Her ends are frizzy, too, something that irritates me to no end. She’s dressed in loose jeans and a hoodie, an outfit that does nothing to show off her figure.

“Nolan, hey, can I talk to you?” she asks.

“I’m kind of busy. I have plans,” I explain, continuing on my way to the dorms. Miranda keeps up with my rapid pace and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It won’t take long,” she insists.

I stop. “What is it?”

“Are you and Destiny dating?”

Jesus. What is it with people being so concerned with my fucking love life? “Yeah, we are.”

“Oh. That’s too bad,” she says with a sly smile. “I thought maybe you and I could have some fun.” She winks and walks away. I’m baffled.

Did she just hit on me? I’m pretty sure that’s what it was, but I don’t get much time to think about it as Destiny approaches.

“Hey, babe,” she greets me with a chaste kiss.

“Hey,” I reply against her lips, putting my arms around her to bring her close and deepen the kiss.

She pulls away. “Not here, Nolan, sheesh! People can see us.”

I glance around and the area is completely empty, but I let it go. “How were your classes?”

“Okay, I guess. Are we doing anything for dinner tonight?” she asks, hopeful.

After that lack of affection, I’m ready to ditch her for the night. “Actually, I have a whole bunch of work to do, so I think I’m just going to order in and get to it.”

“Oh,” she says, crestfallen. “That’s okay. I guess I have some stuff to do, too.”

“Actually, most of my work is calculus, and since Hazel’s in my class, I was going to ask her to help me out. She seems to have a better grasp of it than I do,” I lie.

“Oh sure,” she agrees with a smile. “Hazel’s really smart.”

“Yeah, maybe she’ll tutor me.”

“She might charge you a lot,” Des replies with a grin.

“I’m willing to pay her whatever she wants,” I say, knowing sexual favors might be involved. I’m counting on it, actually.

Des laughs. “Well, I’ll let you get going. I’ll text you later.”

I watch her walk to her dorm and continue on my way, knowing I’ll have Hazel naked within the hour. Maybe I should plan an actual seduction… It could go over better in convincing her to sleep with me.

I get to my dorm and pull out a few candles, ready to turn my room into seduction city, but a knock at the door ruins my plans. With a dreadful sigh, I open the door and find Andre.

“Hey, man,” I say, not really interested in what he has to say.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

One of the problems with being an RA is that my peers think of me as their automatic friend and counselor, when really, I couldn’t give a shit about any of them, especially guys.

“Sure,” I agree. As much as I want to be a dick, it’s just not going to do any good. I haven’t called Hazel yet, so she’s not on her way or anything. I step back into my room and allow him to come in. “What’s up?

“I need some advice.”

Of course you do. “I’ll do what I can to help.” I sit on my bed and gesture for him to take the desk chair.

“It’s Hazel,” he says after he sits. His elbows rest on his knees casually, but every muscle in my body just jerked to life.

“What about her?” I ask, trying not to sound too agitated.

“Well, she’s gorgeous, obviously, but after she and Roman broke up, we kind of…”

“Kind of what?” I’m nearing hysteria because I already know what he’s going to say.

“We slept together on the beach. It was a mistake. But I just can’t get her out of my head,” he admits with a grin.

“She’s a slut,” I blurt before I think better of it.

“Watch it, man! I like her.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. She’s just as much of a player as Roman is, Andre. She was coming on to me last night,” I tell him. Andre searches my face for signs of deception, but I don’t portray any, since it’s mostly true. Plus, I’ve always been a great liar.

“Oh, I had no idea. She seemed so upset about Roman breaking up with her,” he trailed off, lost in thought.

“I hear you, man. She’s been playing all the guys, even Audric. I heard they made out on the first day and then she and Roman were together on day two. That hardly seems like a girl who’s only interested in one man. She played us all,” I tell him, strengthening my resolve to keep Hazel all to myself.

“I guess I’ll just let her be, then. I don’t want to get mixed up with a girl like that,” Andre says, more to himself than to me.

“Exactly.”

He thanks me for my time and then leaves. Finally.