Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3) (6 page)

“The Wall of Death? You are crazy,” she laughed. “And I love it.”

“The craziest,” I mumbled, not taking my eyes off Will. I watched him reach his girl and take her hand. He said his goodbyes to everyone and then he was gone. He was taking her home.

And taking my heart with him.

Past

Will

I had no idea she was Zac’s sister when I first met her at the college party that night. We hadn’t been at the party house long before Zac had found some gorgeous creature and had taken her upstairs. I had lost Noah between walking out of the house and into the backyard, knowing he would have found a girl on the way. My eyes had settled on Janey across the backyard soon after; she was standing and talking to a guy with a beer cup in her hand and she looked downright bored. I thought she was fucking beautiful.

I watched, clearly enthralled, as she looked around the party with the douche bag next to her saying something into her ear. She continued to look disinterested in him as she bit down on the edge of the plastic cup. Her eyes were everywhere, taking everything in. She looked street smart and die-hard beautiful. I wanted her naked and under me - or better yet - on top of me. She looked the type to take control and I had the stirrings of a hard-on just imagining it. I usually liked to take control but just sometimes the thought of a girl taking charge just did something to me.

When her eyes connected with mine, I knew it was time to go and introduce myself and maybe see if she wanted to bite down on anything else besides the cup. I left the girls around me, already forgotten as I headed over to her. I wondered on what to say to her as I made my way over, wondering if she would drop me on my ass with rejection. I couldn’t work out what she would do and the risk of it all sent my excitement levels even higher. I grabbed a fresh beer from the table without stopping. I appeared in front of her and gave her my trademark grin.

“You look like you need another beer.”

Her eyes narrowed onto me, then to the cup in my hand, not making any move to take it from me. She was going to leave me hanging and she looked like she was going to enjoy that fact. I liked her even more.

“Take the beer,” I said taking the now empty one from her other hand.

“I can get her drinks, dude,” said the guy beside her, getting a little antsy at my appearance. She hadn’t taken her eyes off me yet or taken the beer, so I continued on.

“She probably wants a drink without the drugs,” I returned, my eyes still on hers.

“What are you saying? Fuck you, man,” he said stepping closer to me. I smiled at her before turning my gaze onto him. I was a good fighter and I had the ability to hit the right spot for maximum benefit; he’d be out cold in seconds.

“Actually, no, fuck you,” I said calmly.

The guy knocked the beer from my hand and motioned for me to come at him. Silly college boy. I looked down to the cup on the grass, now empty. Beer had splashed on her legs and shoes. Without any hesitation, I swung my fist and smacked him in the face with it. I had moved so swiftly, he hadn’t seen it coming at all and went down into the grass. I stretched my hand out and then fisted it again, just in case he was planning on getting back up for round two, but he was too busy holding his nose and groaning. My eyes set on hers again.

“So, how about that beer?” I asked her.

“What the fuck, man?” said a guy coming over to his defence.

I ignored him and continued to look at her.

“He’s broken my fucking nose,” groaned the guy down on the grass.

“You’ve broken his nose,” said his friend, clenching his fists.

“Unless you want yours broken too, I would move away,” I snapped, before zeroing my eyes back on the girl. “Where were we?”

She folded her arms and cocked her head at me.

“You were throwing punches and offering me a beer, with no drugs in it.”

I grinned, liking this girl’s spirit.

“He got beer on your shoes,” I said.

“My shoes thank you,” she said. I looked at her closely, trying to figure out if she was happy or angry that I had hit him. For the first in a long time I was lost for words. I knew instantly that I would never be able to bullshit my way out of anything with her. The guy got up from the grass with the help of his friend and walked back into the house. She watched him go and then turned back to me.

“There were no drugs in the first beer he gave me; I don’t think that was his plan.”

I watched her full lips move as she spoke to me and I tried to concentrate on what she was saying. I gave a shrug and said,

“Maybe, maybe not but he looks the type, don’t you think?”

She let out a sigh and said, “Anyone is capable of bad, no matter what they look like.”

My eyes narrowed on to her, my mind at odds with her beauty and those obviously deep and profound words. Had she been hurt? Had someone been bad to her? She needed to give me a name and I would fix them up. No one should ever make this beautiful girl sad.

“Maybe this is all a game and you’re going to try and drug me,” she said next, her arms still folded across her chest.

“Well, I’m not. I’ve never had to drug a girl to be with me.”

“Right, because they just drop like flies at your feet.”

“Well, they drop more at my cock than my feet but hey; I’m up for anything really.”

She hid a smile and turned it into a smirk.

“Go back and play with your little bimbos over there.”

“So you
were
watching me earlier,” I stated, cocking my eyebrow with interest. I was in. She was interested.

“Believe whatever gets you through the night,” she said starting to move away, towards the house.

“I’d like you to get me through the night,” I called out after her. She gave me a proper smile then and followed it with a statement that nearly knocked me on my ass.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

I had an instant hard-on as I watched her turn and walk away. I started to follow her, the party going on around me in a blur. I had to have this sexy devil of a girl. She changed direction and headed around the side of the house, like she was leaving.

“Wait up! What’s your name, at least?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she called out over her shoulder.

“What does that mean?”

She stopped then and turned to face me. I nearly walked into her as I righted myself and looked down at her. We were inches apart.

“I’m Will,” I offered, breaking the weird silence.

“I know,” she said, indecision clearly in her eyes. My eyes narrowed onto her.

“You know me?” I asked, wondering how she knew me. I would have remembered her if I had met her before. Had I slept with a friend of hers?

“I know of you,” she clarified.

“From who?” I asked.

She focused on my mouth for a moment longer than she wanted and looked down between us.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?” she said quietly.

“Depends on what you’ve heard about me,” I said, wanting to touch her but worrying over the consequences. She was sending off mixed signals and I didn’t know what to do.

“Probably more than you realise,” she returned.

I looked up at the night sky and blew out a breath.

“Okay, well the rumours are mostly true: I do my fair share of partying, I come to college parties with my friends because it’s just too easy in the getting laid department. I love bands and see them every chance I get, the more hardcore the better. I train at an underground fight club most days. I am really fucking awesome in bed and I have a ginormous cock.”

She looked back up at me then, fire in her eyes.

“So I know all of that, except the cock part, because I heard it was tiny,” she said putting her thumb up to me and wiggling it around. I grabbed her thumb.

“You’re fucking with me,” I said. She let out a small chuckle, letting me hold her thumb and then her whole hand.

“I’m not. I’ve heard the rumour from lots of different people.”

“Don’t make me pull it out and show you just how fucking big it is,” I said, pulling her gently over to the wall of the house. She went with me, letting me gently put her against the wall of the house as I crowded her in. We were once again inches apart, I wanted to fully enclose her against the wall with my body and show her just how wrong she was about me.

“Maybe you’re mistaking me for someone who cares?” she said, her hand still in mine.

“You care,” I said putting my other arm beside her head, further enclosing her in against me. “I can see it in your eyes.”

She looked over my face and then down between our bodies before looking back up at me. I made my move, my lips grazing hers softly.

“Where were you months ago?” she whispered, almost like it was to herself. I decided to ask her about it later, after I kissed her properly. I went back to her lips, tasting them slowly and taking my time. She seemed so confident and sassy but she was holding back, almost like she was fighting with herself to not do this. I didn’t want to pressure her, or come across as an uncontrollable village idiot so I took my damn sweet time, tasting, kissing, waiting for the moment she would relax and let me in. The moment her hand moved out of its grasp from mine, I stopped a breath away from her lips, checking that it was still okay. Her hand moved to my stomach and bunched some of my t-shirt there, effectively pulling me even closer to her. Her plump lips touched mine and she was now kissing me. I had clearly died and gone to heaven. Her tongue slid in to my mouth, clashing with my tongue as my hand cupped her cheek, pulling her to me. She tasted like strawberries and beer and I instantly wanted more.

I gently pushed myself against her into the wall, wanting to feel her body against mine. I heard her make a small noise in the back of her throat as I moved against her. I wanted to touch her everywhere, but I felt she really didn’t want me to just yet so I put every ounce of control I had into my hands. One stayed above her on the wall, the other cupped her cheek. I moved my lips from her mouth, to her cheek and then down to her neck. She let out another noise before I realised her hands were pushing my chest.

“Stop,” she whispered.

“Huh?” I said pulling back instantly.

“You need to stop,” she whispered, suddenly leaning over to pull my bottom lip with her teeth and then biting it. It was in direct violation of what she had just ordered, so I went in for one more kiss. I wanted her to bite me again, I needed more. She pulled away from my mouth and slipped out from under me, starting to walk away.

“Wait,” I called after her, leaning back against the wall, trying to get blood back into the rest of my body. I couldn’t have gone after her with the size of the boner in my pants. I was sure I could cut diamonds with it and it was threatening to rip through my jeans.

I felt completely unhinged, just from a kiss.

I wanted more.

I was about to call after her again but saw Noah appear at the side of the house and start to say something to her. She stopped to talk to him and then he put his arm around her.

“No way,” I said, pulling away from the side of the house and going after her. Noah was my friend but I wouldn’t let him take this one. This sexy devil was all mine.

“Will, where the fuck have you been?” he laughed drunkenly.

“Hands off,” I said calmly. “She’s with me.”

She stared at me with amusement in her eyes, Noah’s arm still around her shoulders.

“Janey’s with you?” he asked with a frown, turning to look down at her. “Since when? Does Zac know about this?”

“For fuck’s sake - you’re with Zac?” I asked her, suddenly pissed that my two best friends already knew this beautiful girl. Zac was getting his fair share of girls lately and I was annoyed that he had got to this one first. She went to say something but was interrupted by Noah laughing hysterically.

“Zac’s her brother, you idiot.”

Time stopped for a moment as I took her in. My brain snapped to attention, drawing the blood away from my hardened cock. Her eyes and her smirk were so familiar that I could now see the resemblance. Other information flashed through my brain; Zac’s stint in juvie because of nearly killing his step-brother who took liberties with his sister that he had no right to take. The sister who had been hurt and had no home, just like her brother. A fierce protectiveness rose up in me. I would help her, if it was the last thing I could do. This beautiful, damaged girl was all mine.

“Stop,” she suddenly demanded, eyeing me.

“Stop what?” I asked.

“You don’t know anything about me,” she said, moving away from Noah’s arm and then walking away. Noah’s attention moved on to a group of girls on the veranda and I followed Janey out onto the street.

“Then tell me about you,” I called out after her.

“I’m not worth it,” she said, continuing her way down the street.

“What if I don’t believe that?” I said, following her.

“Then you’re a fool,” she said whilst crossing the road without looking. A car tooted its horn at her as it went past. She stuck her finger up at them and kept walking.

“Ever heard of looking before you walk?” I said, still following her.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she said jumping over a fence and heading through an empty lot.

“Where are you going?” I asked, jumping over the fence with ease.