Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance (6 page)

T
he next day
, I went to all of my classes in an absolute haze. I didn't focus. My bio teacher gave us test keys once we got out of the giant lecture hall where we took the multiple choice exam. As I checked through my answers, I realized that I had gotten a score of 100%. Weird.

When I got home that night, there was a neon pink Post-It on our door. Andrea wasn't in our room. I read the note.

See you tomorrow.

I crumpled it up and put it in the trash. I was going to get ready solo again, it seemed. I used one of my own dresses this time, a tangerine one that had a halter and showed off the smoothness of my shoulders. I thought it made my skin look like it was glowing. I put my hair into a Katniss braid, and I put on Katniss-style makeup. Today was a day for me to feel like a badass. And because yesterday he gave me an ultra-romantic dinner, I had the feeling that he was going to do something new today.

He called me when he came, and I practically skipped down the stairs for our new adventure. The helmet slid easily over my side-braid, and I pressed myself against his back, loving the feeling of his muscular form under my hands. I could get addicted to this feeling like a heroin addict. I breathed him in. Maybe being wrapped around him while feeling his motorcycle thrum between my legs was better than sex.

This time, he took me to a different restaurant near Redondo.

"This place has the best seafood ever."

I looked at the crowded restaurant and believed it.

"Let's find a table. You can stake it out, and I'll get our food at the counter."

We found a tiny table tucked in the corner. I sat down while Trouble went to get our food.

The smell of delicious fried food filled the air. I looked at the tables around us. Everyone had fries and tons of seafood on their tables. Shrimp, scallops, crab legs...they had everything here.

Trouble came back with a basket of fries and several pounds of shrimp with cocktail sauce.

"Oh my god! There's no way that we can eat all of that!"

He looked down at the food. "Believe me, I could eat this by myself."

We sat and ate in companionable silence, letting the cacophony of the other diners fill it. It was like background music or white noise. I felt very Zen, like Trouble and I existed in our own bubble, here eating our shrimp, and the screaming baby at the next table was on another planet. He was right. It was the best seafood ever.

We walked down the Redondo boardwalk. We passed kids playing with kites and a million people fishing. There were people docking boats.

"Do you want to fly a kite?"

"Let's go fly a kite," I sang to him. He grinned at me. We bought a cheap kite from one of the boardwalk stores, and we went to fly it. Our kite went higher than all the other kites in Trouble's hands.

"You're so good at this," I said.

"Practice."

"When did you learn to fly a kite like this?"

"I spent a lot of time alone as a kid."

I felt like he'd constantly been at my house, but it was true. He hadn't actually lived there. My heart ached for his loneliness, a loneliness that I didn't even notice before we started dating.

We stayed there as the sun went down and turned the world into shades of pink. We got back onto his motorcycle. When I plastered my body against and around his body, I felt a deep connection to him. It was simple to fly a kite together, but I knew that he was opening up to me. I held him a little tighter as he took me back to my dorm.

At my door, I unlocked it. I turned and said, "You know, my roommate is out tonight."

He looked into my eyes. He knew what it meant.

"Do you want to come in?"

He looked down the hall, as if he was going to make a run for it again.

"Um...I don't think I should."

"Why not?" I smiled at him. "No one will know."

"Just for a little while, then."

He came into my room. I got water bottles out of my fridge.

"Here."

He drank a little water and then put the bottle down. He looked like he was sitting on a pine cone.

For the first time in my life, I made a bold move on Trouble McKane. I walked over to him as he sat on his chair, and I straddled his lap.

The bottom of my dress was wide, and I was grateful for it. I took his face in my hands. He was breathing fast, in gasps, and I brought my face close to his. Ninety percent, just like Will Smith says in Hitch. "Are you in?"

After a single breath, he leaned forward and kissed me. I tilted my head to the side so that our noses wouldn't bump. He tasted like our seafood. Maybe it would have been gross on someone else, but it was delicious on him.

We made out, and he took a sharp breath when I rubbed my crotch against his, dry humping him a little.

He stood up suddenly, and I landed on my feet in front of him.

"I have to go."

Without another word, he walked out of my room.

This time, I couldn't stop myself from crying. I took my dress off and curled up in my bed. So much work for nothing.

When my tears stopped, I remembered that I had a new pink vibrator. I got it out of its hiding spot in my desk drawer, and I lay back thinking of how I wanted this night to go with my eyes closed.

Let's see. Instead of running away when I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat, he would have stood up and kept me in his arms. He would have taken me over to my bed and put his hard body on top of mine. Then, he would eat me out, licking up all the cream that I'd built up during our date and our make-out session. After I'd orgasmed once or twice, he would spear me with his hard rod, and he'd give me orgasm after orgasm before coming himself.

I opened my eyes. Even though the vibrator gave me pleasure, it wasn't enough to bring me to orgasm. My body ached for Trouble's touch, and it wasn't going to let me get away with a pale imitation.

I took a shower, cooling down my heated and sexually frustrated body, and I went back to doing homework while watching a little Netflix and thinking about Trouble when I watched Amy and Jake Peralta kiss for the first time on Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

W
ear pants

I blinked at his cryptic command in a text in the morning. Why did I need pants? But I put on a pair of black yoga pants. Well, originally they had been black. Now, they were a faded gray.

I'd tried much harder at the beginning of our dates. Now, I knew that he loved me for me. He didn't really care what I wore, and I didn't mind wearing my yoga pants around him. He'd seen me wear a large variety of stuff while growing up, including my gross Tweety Bird PJs that I refused to throw out even when my mom tried to steal them from me. They were ratty but the most comfortable thing that I owned.

"Where are we going this time?"

"You'll see. We have to go before dinner."

I was really curious. When the motorcycle took us to Jump Zone, I laughed.

"Oh my god! We haven't been here since we were little kids."

"That's the point. Remember when Chris had his birthday here?"

"Oh my god. I thought the two of you were going to break something. Mom was so freaked out. We never had another party here again."

"That was an awesome party. You mostly stayed with your mom, though."

"I was 5! Everybody else was a boy. God only knows what would have happened to me in there. Probably would have gotten my nose broken or something."

"Nah," Trouble said. "We were just having a good time. Let's make up for it now."

I went in with him, and we got purple wristbands for the maximum time.

We started off in a giant ball-pit, playing no-rules dodgeball. He released a flurry of missiles at me, and I shrieked as I dodged some and tried to catch others to throw back at him. We then tried out dunking a basketball in a hoop. They had a trampoline right below the basketball hoop. We also took turns swinging off of a rope into a giant pit of foam cubes. We topped it off by running across a giant field of gigantic trampolines, doing flips and racing one another.

I eventually lay down on a gross trampoline. I couldn't care anymore. I was too exhausted.

"Oh my god, I can't jump anymore."

Trouble stopped and jumped quickly over to me.

"You ok? I mean, our date is only halfway done."

"I think you're going to have to carry me. I'm totally limp, like a noodle."

I was joking, but Trouble bent down and picked me up. He bounced us all the way to the end. I should have gone flying, but he held me so tight that it barely felt like I was bouncing at all.

We got cold water bottles from a vending machine near the entrance, and we gathered our stuff to go back to his motorcycle.

"What now?"

"I'm going to take you to a place that I've never taken anybody."

That sounded promising. He took me to a place called Saigon Noodle House.

We got out, and a pretty waitress wearing a fancy top invited us in and had us sit down.

"I don't know if I have ever eaten Vietnamese food before."

"It's good here. I promise. You'll love it."

"It does look good. Can you order for me?"

"Yeah of course. I can get you their specialty, pho."

"Fa?"

"Yeah, pho. It's these white noodles with beef brisket on top."

We both go mango boba tea. I liked the tangy mango taste and the squishy boba bubbles. It was fun to chew on them while we waited for our food.

It didn't take long for it to come out. We both had the same thing.

I took a cautious sip of the soup with my spoon.

"Oh my god. This is the best soup ever."

"Told you you'd like it." Trouble smiled very smugly, like he was a cat who had just eaten a canary. "I was right."

I didn't even bother to smack him down. I just devoured the soup as if I had been marooned on a desert island for the past 2 years.

I drank my boba when I was done.

"Do you want any dessert?"

"This is dessert." I sucked up a little more boba.

"Okay."

We finished our boba, and we went back to the motorcycle. I got on first, and I put on my helmet. He settled his body in front of mine, and I pressed my thighs against him. I closed my eyes and pretended that we were lovers. Heat surged in my lower body.

When he took me to my room, I opened the door. Andrea still wasn't there. I just tugged him in this time, not giving him a chance to think about running away. I pushed him towards my bed.

"Sit down."

"You want me to sit?"

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed down in response. I straddled his lap again. We were still fully clothed. I kissed him. This time, I didn't rub my body against his. Instead, I wanted to explore his body with my hands. I started with his back, running my hands up and down the hard lines of his back, feeling the muscles there, so tense as he tried to hold himself back from me.

I broke our kiss and kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his jeans. His breath was coming in shivery pants. I reached inside of his boxers to cup his dick.

It wasn't a dream. It was the size of a Red Bull can.

"Gotta go," he said hoarsely.

I watched as he ran out the hallway like his entire body was on fire and he could only stop, drop, and roll outside of the building.

My vibrator was my first stop when I closed my dorm door. I had plenty of lubrication already, and I let the vibrator take me to where Trouble had not. In my fantasy, I took his dick out and gave head for the first time in my life. I'd touch the sensitive parts, the parts that I read about in one of Andrea's sex books, and touch him the way that he needed to be touched. Then, before he came, I'd sheathe him and then ride him to completion, feeling his warm come fill a magnum condom. This time, I felt my body clench in a small orgasm that left me wanting more.

I didn't want to clean off the vibrator when I wanted more. This time, I was facedown on my bed, with my vibrator tucked between my thighs. I turned it onto its highest setting, and I just let it do its thing against my engorged clit. I wished that I was having sex right now, but I guessed that this was the next best thing.

I
t's our fifth date
. Be ready.

I blinked when I woke up and read his text. My vibrator was on my bed. I guessed that I hadn't put it away.

Andrea was in her bed, her clothes on the floor beside it. I guessed that she hadn't spent the entire night with David. I went and brushed my teeth, then I shook Andrea.

"Andrea, we have class in a half hour."

She groaned and turned away from me.

"Andrea. Seriously."

One eye opened. "Get away from me. Five more minutes."

"No," I said sternly, as if I were her mother. "Get up." I yanked the blanket from her. She yowled like she was a cat on which I'd just dumped ice water.

"I'm getting up, I'm getting up. You don't have to be mean about it."

I shook my head. I put on some Daisy Dukes and sparkly flip-flops. I felt extra womanly today. I didn't know what Trouble's message meant, but I could guess. Tonight was the night for us to finally do it.

When I got home from classes, I shaved. If I had had more notice, I guessed that I would have gotten waxed at the spa. I'd done a bikini wax once. It hurt so much. I was pretty sure that hot wax was never meant to be on that sensitive skin. But I would endure it.

Shaving was much easier. I shaved very closely.

I wore a knee-length stretchy black skirt and a green top that went from green at the top to blue on the bottom. It was tight, and it showed off the curves of my body. I knew that I looked good.

I looked at myself in the mirror, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I would have been fine with having sex with him on our first date, but for some reason he wanted to wait until now.

It could have been cold and emotionless, with him walking away the morning after. Instead, he'd taken the time to really take care of me and do things that I enjoyed, as well as introduce me to new food.

I saw the lovelorn look on my face, and I knew that I was falling in love with him, if I wasn't head over heels already. I blew my a strand of hair out of my face. I was in way over my head. I didn't know what I was doing. But I got the impression that Trouble might not know, either.