“I … I can’t.”
She shook her head.
“What do you mean?”
He crossed his arms and stood up. He came close to her, invading her space. Why did he have to do that? He had an unfair advantage with his broad shoulders and male scent with an undertone of cologne.
“Come have fun.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I think I do. Crystal put me in charge of making sure you’re safe. Chuy has also volunteered to look after you,”
Lars said.
Oh. My. God. He gently rubbed her shoulders as she felt her desire come to life.
“I was raised to not trust guys … and …”
“And?” Lars asked.
“I’ve never even kissed anyone, and then that happened,” came out in a rush.
Lars leaned forward and turned his head. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss.
“Now you have,” Lars said quietly.
“Not really. You’re my big brother, plus that was just a peck,” Emily found herself saying.
Lars slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her against his body. He was kissing her, and it wasn’t a little peck. His lips were soft, and it was much more arousing than she expected.
‘Oh, God!’
His tongue pushed between her lips!
As quickly as it started, Lars stepped back and smiled at her.
“Come over,” he repeated. “Send me a message, and I’ll have someone give you a ride.”
“And you’ll take care of me?” Emily asked.
“We will.”
‘We?’ she wondered.
He must mean him and Chuy.
“I’ll send you a message.”
Lars took his leave.
As soon as the door closed and automatically locked, she rubbed one out on her bed. She found her rabbit in her nightstand and pushed it inside her. When it was in place, she turned the vibrator on.
“Lars!” Emily cried out. “Fuck me hard.”
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She waited until after ten before she called. From what she heard in the background, the party was in full swing.
Lars said someone would be there in thirty minutes to pick her up.
She decided she needed a little pre-party action. Emily cranked her music and pulled her roommate’s bottle of lemon-flavored vodka out of their mini-fridge. Time was against her, so she just wrapped her lips around the mouth of the bottle and took a big swig.
Emily discovered that was a mistake as she gagged and almost coughed it up. It burned all the way down. When it didn’t kill her, she took another big gulp.
There was pounding on her door. Emily worried it was her RA, coming to complain about her music. She turned it down and opened the door. Taking up most of the doorframe was Chuy.
“Está bueno,” Emily said.
Chuy’s whole face broke out into a smile.
“You think so?”
Her face felt like it might combust. She’d believed she just thought that he was hot. Reflecting back, she’d actually said it out loud.
Chuy walked her down to Lars’ car, and they got in.
During the drive, a tingling warmth spread out from her stomach to the rest of her body, and she started to feel relaxed. They pulled into the Phi Sig parking lot, and Chuy jumped out and ran around to open her door.
“My lady,” he said as he offered her his hand.
She sucked in her breath as Chuy bent down to kiss her cheek when she stood. Her hands came up and touched his chest, which was rippled with muscles under his shirt. They walked through the back door into the kitchen.
“You came.”
Lars had a big smile. Some sorority girl looked pissed when he left her to come over and give Emily a hug.
Emily’s heartbeat accelerated when Lars sniffed the air, then his eyes locked on hers. Oh, God! Could he smell her arousal? She should have taken a shower after masturbating. He was suddenly standing much closer than he needed to.
“I would have come to get you myself, but drama happened, and we had to kick out some guys. Beer?”
“Do you have any leftover burgers? I forgot to eat,”
Emily said.
“I could fire up the grill again. I’m sure some of the guys would be up for eating again,” Lars said as he grabbed a plate of raw patties out of the refrigerator.
“I’ll get her a beer,” Chuy volunteered.
Emily spotted a bag of chips and an open jar of salsa, so she helped herself. Chuy was back with her beer. He put his large hand on the small of her back and guided her to the backyard, where Lars had just put some burgers on. Her breath caught as Chuy’s thumb stroked the small of her back, right above the waistband of her jeans. At least that stupid shot of vodka was helping. Her legs weren’t shaking now, even though her crotch was already damp again.
It didn’t take long before the burgers were ready. The three of them found a table out of the way. It felt good to be out with two guys she felt safe with. As they talked, someone announced that the after-party would be at Sig Ep. The crowd began to clear out.
She stood up and set the empty beer bottle on the patio table. Chuy had to answer nature’s call, and Lars said he had to walk through the house to make sure nothing out of the ordinary was going down. She found a garbage can and began to pick up empty cups in the backyard.
Music came back on, and her favorite song came on.
Emily began to sway her hips to the beat. Out of nowhere, someone came up behind her and wrapped their arm around her so their hand was on her stomach. She jerked away, but they held her tight.
“Lars …?” she asked.
“Chuy,” he said over his shoulder.
Emily groaned.
“What are you doing?” Emily asked as she glanced down at his hand on her stomach.
“Dancing with you.”
“You’re too close,” Emily complained.
Chuy pulled her closer, and she felt his hot breath on her neck.
“I don’t think so. Just let yourself enjoy the music.”
His other hand found her hip and gave it a tiny push to get her hips swaying again. With his body rubbing against hers, she felt something poking into her lower back. She knew she should put some distance between them. Her whole body was hot now.
His hands held her against him like he had every right to touch her. She felt his broad chest, rock-hard abs, and what felt like a crowbar rub against her back. Oh, God, what was happening? Chuy spun her around so she was facing him.
Then he kissed her.
She was too shocked to resist. One of her three crushes was seriously kissing her, and he even growled, which was so hot. Like Lars had shown her, she opened her mouth, and Chuy’s tongue was added as he roughly kissed her.
Why was he doing this? Why was she doing this? And why was burning desire arrowing through her body along with fury? Confused, panting, and painfully aroused, she raked her nails down his back and bit his lower lip, hard.
“Damn, girl,” Chuy said. “I suspected a tiger was lurking under your cool facade.”
Chuy maneuvered her backward from the center of the patio until they were in the shadows. She could see his look of desire and feel his muscles as he pressed her back into a tree. He moved them so they were partially hidden from prying eyes, then his lips found hers again. She pulled her head back.
“Wait. You can’t really want someone like me. You go for the easy girls.”
Chuy grabbed her hand and pressed it over the tire iron in his pants.
“Guys can’t fake that. I wouldn’t be so hard if I didn’t want you.”
Emily was so shocked that her hand remained on his cock after he released her. She could just make out his cocky grin right before he kissed her again. She moaned when his hand slid under her shirt and cupped her breast.