Fair Play (10 page)

He places me on the bed and climbs between my legs. “Is this what you want?” he asks. His eyes are burning with desire.

I nod.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you want,” he states as he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them off me. My underwear follows just as quickly and I’m soon naked from the waist down.

He hops from the bed and yanks his jeans off and his u
nderwear come down with them. He’s already erect and I can see he’s both angry and turned on.

I gulp because I know he’s going to fuck me hard and fast.

He reaches for a condom from his nightstand drawer and quickly rips the package with his teeth. He doesn’t waste any time slipping it on.

“Turn over,” he orders and I do as I’m told.

He puts his hands around my hips and lifts me to my knees. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “Is this how you want me?” His voice is hoarse with pure male need.

“Yes,” I reply.

I can feel him move closer to my entrance. “Tell me what you want?” he demands.

The pure rawness of him and his desire has me wet and wan
ting. I can my feel my core begin to tremble with desire.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he thrusts himself into me.

I’m wet but without any foreplay, I’m tight and his thrust is both pleasurable and painful. As I cry out, he continues with his hard, angry, animal-like thrusts.

As many times as I’ve been with Evan, he’s never fucked me in this position and it’s never been so carnal.

Evan grabs my shoulders as he continues to pump into me hard and fast.

The feeling is so raw and so intense, it doesn’t take long for me to lose myself and for him to bring me to the edge.

“Oh, God,” I scream as he pumps into me. “I’m coming.”

Evan grabs hold of my hips and pulls me into him as he makes a final thrust that’s so deep, I cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“Oh, fuck,” Evan cries as he releases himself into me.

As soon as the aftershocks of our orgasms subside, Evan pulls out and heads for the bathroom.

I lay on the bed for a moment to catch my breath and clear my head.

As I stare at the ceiling, I realize this is the first time that Evan and I have had sex and he hasn’t kissed me or caressed me or touched me in all the ways that he knows I love.

And I feel empty and a little dirty.

When Evan returns from the bathroom, I’m still lying on the bed. He gives me a hard look. One that I’ve never seen before. Like he’s wondering what I’m still doing there.

“Didn’t you get what you wanted?” he asks.

I blink back tears at the harshness of Evan’s tone. Maybe Evan was right. Maybe there is more between us than I want to admit because this hurts. 

His face is stone and his jaw is set and his demeanor actually gives me a chill. I begin to understand the severity of what I’ve done.

Not only have I hurt myself, I’ve hurt Evan, too.

I lift myself from the bed and grab my underwear and jeans from the floor.

Evan crosses his arms over his chest and watches me with cold eyes as I put my clothes back on.

I try to think of something to say but my mind is blank. What can I say anyway? He did give me exactly what I told him I wanted.

As I exit his apartment, Evan doesn’t follow me to the door. I’ve done the
walk of shame
before but it usually doesn’t start when I’m still
inside
the guy’s apartment.

Part of me wants to tell Evan I was wrong. That I do want more. Because I sure as hell don’t like how I’m feeling right now.

The only way I could have felt like more of a whore is if Evan had thrown money on the bed while I was lying there

But it’s probably too late to repair the damage to our relatio
nship. The look of hurt and anger in Evan’s eyes still burns in my mind.

***

When I arrive at The Cavern, Rainy is standing outside the door wringing her hands. She looks tired and anxious and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Actually, if she told me she and Aaron were breaking up, I would be.

I was surprised that she accepted my invitation for a girl’s night out. She didn’t sound excited about the prospect but she didn’t refuse either.

When Rainy spots me, her demeanor doesn’t change. She still looks nervous and weary, maybe even more so.

“Rainy,” I say as I lean over and kiss her cheek. “So glad you could make it. Roxie should be here soon.”

She furrows her brow.

“Has Aaron told you about anything Roxie?”

Rainy shakes her head. “Aaron doesn’t really talk much about graduate school.”

I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. It could be that he wants to keep secrets from Rainy, which I love, but another part of me thinks maybe he doesn’t care enough about it to mention it. It looks like Rainy isn’t sure either.

“Roxie’s a hoot,” I say. “I know you’ll love her.” Rainy and Roxie couldn’t be more different and I’m not sure they’ll like each other at all.

Rainy
is
still wringing her hands and her anxiety seems to be getting worse. I want to slap the worry right off her cute little doll face. She’s driving me nuts already.

“Hey, Skinny Ass,” I hear Roxie yell as she makes her way down the street. When she stops next to me, she gives Rainy the once-over.

“Why do you do this to me?” Roxie continues. “How do you think it makes me look to go into a place with a
skinny ass bitch on either side of me? Don’t you have any fat friends?”

I laugh but Rainy looks absolutely horrified. “Rainy,” I say. “This is Roxie. Roxie, this is Rainy.”

Rainy gives Roxie a scared little half-smile.

“Rainy!” Roxie yells. “What the hell kind of name is that?”

Rainy frowns. “What kind of name is Roxie?” she shoots back and I have to give her credit for showing a little bit of spirit, even if it is the first time I’ve seen it.

Roxie gives her a big grin. “The little kitten does have claws.”

“Let’s go in and get a table,” I suggest and head into the place.

Rainy and Roxie follow.

I heard The Cavern was one of the most popular places for students from the university because it’s supposed to be a great place to eat, drink and dance. I find it a little too dark and dank for my taste. And it’s already packed, which surprises me for a weeknight.

I head for a table near the back, away from the dance floor and music. I take a seat and Rainy and Roxie fill in two of the other three empty chairs.
Rainy’s eyes dart around the room like a scared rabbit and I wonder who she’s looking for and why.

A server approaches the table with three menus and hands one to each of us. She does a double-take when she looks at Roxie. “Are you one of the Trailer Park Trio?” the server asks clearly in awe.

When Roxie nods, the server says, “I knew it! I can’t believe you’re sitting at my table. Can I have your autograph?”

“Sure,” Roxie says as if she’s heard the
request a million times before.

I glance over at Rainy and I see that she looks even more confused. She seems like the artsy-fartsy type that probably never watches television and she probably has no idea Roxie is a reality
TV star.

After the server gets an autograph from Roxie, she takes our order. Roxie and I order the usual
while Rainy orders lemonade, which pisses me off because I really want to get her drunk.

“I don’t drink alcohol,” Rainy says as if she needs to explain why she’s not indulging. I don’t think she’s old enough to drink anyway but it might be fun to get her completely loaded. What would Aaron say about his Miss Perfect then?

“So you’re a Straight-Laced Skinny Ass Bitch,” Roxie comments. “You must give really great head to keep Mr. Hot and Sexy Aaron Donovan interested.”

Rainy wrinkles her nose then says, “Or maybe it’s my magic
Vajayjay.”

Score One for Miss Middle Class. That’s not what I expect her to say at all. She’s actually starting to grow a pair and if I didn’t hate her so much I
want to kill her, I might actually like her a little bit.

“Why’d the server ask for your autograph?” Rainy asks Roxie.

I thought Roxie might be insulted that Rainy didn’t recognize her but it doesn’t seem to faze her a bit. “I used to be on television.”

Rainy nods but she doesn’t seem surprised which surprises me. I was shocked as shit when Roxie told me about her telev
ision series.

When the server brings our drinks, I raise my glass for a toast.
“To new friends.”

Roxie taps my glass but I catch Rainy hesitate before she lifts her glass to mine and gives it the slightest tap.

“So what’s Aaron doing tonight?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible. Every time I say Aaron’s name, a wave of small shivers runs through my body.

Rainy looks at me with narrowed eyes as if she’s trying to fi
gure out my motive for asking about her fiancé. “He said he was going to meet Evan for a drink.”

When I hear Evan’s name, shivers run through me again e
xcept this time it’s more than just a small wave, it’s more like a tsunami.

“Evan, as in your gorgeous boyfriend?”
Roxie blurts and I kick her under the table. Of course, she doesn’t hesitate to kick me right back.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I protest but the words sound so hollow, I barely believe them myself.

Rainy’s forehead is now completely furrowed as if she’s trying to figure a lot of things out. “Why not?” she asks finally.

“Why not what?”
I reply with as much innocence as I can muster.

“That’s the same question I’ve been asking,” Roxie says as she glares at me.

I can’t very well tell Rainy I’m not with Evan because I’m supposed to be with her fiancé. Instead, I decide to change the subject. “What’s the deal with you and Evan?” I ask. “Why does he make you so uncomfortable?”

Rainy swallows and I can tell even talking about whatever happened with Evan still makes her uncomfortable. “Evan said some things that were inappropriate and he had some difficulty accepting me as being part of Aaron’s life. I encouraged Aaron to try and make amends with Evan because I didn’t want to come between them. They’ve been friends for years.”

Isn’t that sweet
, I think. And is she willing to give up Aaron because she’s coming between him and me? After all, we’ve been friends for years, too. And we’re supposed to be together.

“But you haven’t answered my question,” Rainy pushes. “Why isn’t Evan your boyfriend?”

I can feel myself getting angry. She isn’t the one who was supposed to be pushing me. And especially not pushing me about Evan. I’m supposed to be trying to slowly push a wedge between her and Aaron.

“Evan and I are just friends,” I insist as I down a big gulp of my whiskey.

“That’s not what it looked like to me,” Roxie snickers.

I glare at Miss Fat Ass.

“Well, it didn’t,” Roxie insists.

“We’re friends with benefits, okay,” I state. “Does that make you happy?”

“You’re the only girl on the planet who might be able to get Evan to settle down,” Rainy says and I’m floored. The last thing I want to think about is settling down with Evan.

“I’m not the settling-down type,” I say even though it’s only half true. I have thought a lot about settling down with Aaron.

I down the rest of my drink in one swallow. Rainy is turning out to be a more formidable opponent than I initially thought she would be. She’s definitely not the house of cards I assumed I’d easily topple down. She’s a lot stronger than she looks. I think the little house of cards is reinforced with steel.

“So, when’s the big day?” Roxie asks Rainy and Rainy frowns. “When are you going to tie the knot
?” Roxie clarifies.

“We haven’t set a date yet,” Rainy admits and it’s one of the few positive things she’s said tonight. Not setting a date means they’re not that serious yet. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

Roxie shakes her head. “Not having a date is never a good thing. The ring is good but you don’t seal the deal without the date. You’ve got a ring on your finger that says you’re Aaron’s but he won’t have one on his until you’ve signed the papers and said
I do
. Without a ring on Mr. Hot and Sexy’s finger, it still looks like he’s on the open market.”

I could kiss Roxie when I see the slightest bit of doubt cross
Rainy’s face. What a brilliant strategy and it definitely carries more weight coming from someone other than me.

I can see Rainy is processing what Roxie just said. Then she replies, “It’s not Aaron. He wants to get married right away. But I want to wait.
At least until I graduate with my Bachelor’s degree.”

“You’re still young,” I
agree. “I can understand not wanting to get married yet.”
And the longer she waits
, I think,
the more time I have to get my claws into Aaron
.