On The Floor (Second Story) Page 5

  “Huh?” he says shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I’m gonna head to Mackey’s Pub with the guys from my band. Nothing super exciting.”

  “Mackey’s Pub? I’ve never been there. It’s not near campus, is it?”

  “No. It’s about twenty minutes from here. It’s near my grandparents’ house. Just going for a drink or two.”

  “Well that sounds fun!” I smile at him trying to get him out of this mood. He has had this contemplative look on his face since that little joke I made.

  “I mentioned before that I could help you with planning activities and you haven’t taken me up on my offer. Did you want to get together later tonight to plan?” he asks sounding hopeful.

  “Um, tonight?”

  He gives me a tense smile before he answers. “Yeah, like around midnight? You can tell me all about how your date went.” He says the word ‘date’ like it’s painful.

  “Um, sure?”

  “I mean unless you really hit it off with the guy. Then you can text me. We’ll reschedule.” I can tell by his tone that he is trying to make the effort because we are friends. But I am pretty sure that this "date" I’m going on is annoying him. He almost sounds as though he is daring me to meet up with him tonight. Or daring me to go home with my date.

  “I’m not going home with a guy I just met!” I say offended. Although, I definitely would have gone home with him.

  “Okay then. It’s settled. Want to meet up at twelve?” he says, his smile growing at his victory.

  “Yep,” I say and we smile at each other.

  Just then, Jenna knocks on the door as she opens it. “Sorry I’m a little late, Rachel, I was ju…” She stops talking when she looks up to see Jake standing so close to me and smiles, a knowing look on her face. Though I don’t know what she thinks she knows because nothing was going on. “Am I interrupting something?”

  “No!” I say very abruptly, and loudly. Too loud and too fast with a "no," normally means "yes."

  “No, we’re just talking. You must be Jenna. I’m Jake. Nice to meet you.” He puts out his hand to shake Jenna’s hand and smiles.

  She takes his hand in hers and keeps that knowing smile on her face. “Oh, I know who you are. I've heard all about you,” she says, her voice full of insinuation.

  Jake’s eyes flick to me and his smile widens. He turns back to Jenna and says, “You do, do you?” his smile turning into a smirk. “What is it that you've heard about me?”

  I look over at Jenna, pleading with her with my eyes. There are two ways this can go with Jenna. She is normally all for the truth in situations like this. She is constantly telling me to put it all on the table. But if she loves me at all, she’ll leave out the part about me wanting to rip his clothes off the moment his hands were on me.

  “You’re the new AM, right? Jake, the music major,” she says smiling over at me.

  She must love me. I smile back in thanks.

  “Yep, that’s me!” Jake’s smile fades a little. Maybe he was hoping for a little more based on her 'I already know who you are’ comment. “Well, I’ve got to get going. It was good to meet you, Jenna.”

  “The pleasure was all mine, Jake,” Jenna says that big smile still plastered across her face.

  He starts to walk out of my room and then turns around, placing his hands on top of the doorframe and leaning back into my room a little. It’s then that I am finally able to take in all of him for the first time tonight. He is wearing a white button up shirt rolled up above his elbows and dark jeans that hang low on his hips. His arm muscles strain to support his weight, and I can see a hint of a tattoo peeking out on his right arm. His shirt has ridden up showing a small strip of his stomach. I knew he had a hard body based on what I felt during our dance, but now I can the see the evidence with my eyes. Muscled abs and the ‘V’ leading right down into his jeans, which are fitted tight enough for me to see his… Oh. My. God.

  He looks so amazing that I have to remind myself to breathe normally.

  “And Rachel?” he says drawing my attention back up his face and away from his, um… goods? He smiles when our eyes lock. A smile that makes my knees go weak. “I’ll see you later tonight,” he whispers in a rough voice full of promise, giving me chills and making my center clench. Then he turns and leaves, walking down the hall.

  What just happened? He caught me looking at him and then he practically made me melt with one little sentence. I thought tonight was about planning activities for the floor? Now I feel like he might have something else in mind.

  “I think I just had an orgasm,” Jenna says totally seriously.

  “What!?!?” I squeal turning to Jenna.

  “That had to be the most erotic thing I have ever seen or heard and I have watched some pretty naughty stuff. And did you see his equipment? I mean, how could you not? I bet he knows how to use it too! Sometimes guys with big dicks think just because it's big they can just shove it in. But I saw that man dance and I bet he knows how. To. Work. It. Rachel, I know you told me to stop bugging you about it, but he obviously wants you. And by the way, what is going on tonight?” Jenna asks me as she finally stops talking a mile a minute, but I have no response. She just said everything I was thinking. The man is sex on legs.

  “Rachel! What’s going on later tonight? Spill it babe!” she demands impatiently.

  “Um, oh, he wanted to meet up at midnight to help me with planning some of the activities for the floor.”

  “Activity planning? No way. The only activity he is looking for is sexual. With you,” she says shaking her head.

  “No,” I say unsure. After last night, I have no idea what Jake is thinking. He’s hot at Sound, then friendly in my room. Then he’s hot and cold last night. Now he’s back to hot. I don’t know what to expect from him. “It's probably the only available time he has to help me. He is super busy with school, his job, and his band. I told him I was going out with you, Jeff, and his friend, and he asked if I wanted to get together after.”

  “Oh my god! He is trying to keep you away from Mike!” she yells pointing at me.

  “Mike? I'm confused. He is Jake, not Mike. I told you, I heard his name wrong.”

  “I know, you goober. Mike is Jeff’s friend. Your date. Anyways, Jake wants to make sure you come home by yourself! He doesn’t want you hooking up with Mike. He did that whole sexy I’ll see you later tonight thing so that you would only be thinking about him while you were out tonight.” She starts doing some sort of an erotic version of a happy dance. “Sex god wants you!”

  I know he does. He said as much last night when he told me that all he wanted from me was a fuck, but I don’t think he will act on it.

  “Whatever Jenna! Let’s go, it’s after eight,” I say as I walk out the door.

  I hope she is right and he makes a move tonight because regardless of whether or not he wants me, I sure as hell want the sex god. Even after he shut down on me last night. My body wants him too much to care. If he asks, the answer will most definitely be yes. And I’ll deal with the consequences after.

  ***

  Sound is crazy loud, as usual. As soon as we get there we head for the bar and each get a drink. Jeff and Mike show up about fifteen minutes later.

  Jeff is tall and all muscles. Too much muscle. He has a fake tan and bleached hair. He is not my type at all, but seeing as Jenna has no physical type, I never know what to expect from her "boyfriends."

  Mike is just under six feet and good looking. He has short black hair and hazel eyes. He looks like he has a pretty good body. And most surprisingly, he looks into my eyes when he smiles at me and says hello. I always appreciate a hello from a guy before he full on checks me out. Maybe this guy won’t be so bad, but there is still no way I’ll be open to anything with him while my mind and body are occupied with memories of Jake.

  After talking over drinks for a little while, Jenna and Jeff go out to dance while Mike and I hang back by the bar. I’m in a pretty good mood, still riding th
e high from Jake’s conversation and the fact that this guy isn’t as bad as I thought he might be. I watch as they walk away and when I turn back to Mike he is blatantly checking me out. I don’t mind, after all we are on a date. But it is what he says next that has me cringing.

  “You have a smoking body.”

  I grind out a smile, “Thanks.”

  “Usually when I have to play wing man, Jeff gets the hotter girl. But you are definitely the prize. Then again, Jeff is all about legs. I love a girl with curves. And fuck! Your body is bangin’! I can’t wait to feel that ass grinding against me while we dance,” he says stepping closer to me while looking me up and down again.

  Wow. Jenna owes me big time for setting me up with this ass. “Ok. Well, thank you for all that. It was... nice? I’m going to go now. I hope you have a good night. Maybe find someone more your speed because I don’t really enjoy spending my time being eye raped. Bye.”

  Jenna’s attitude is seriously rubbing off on me. A month ago, I would have stood there and dealt with Mike and his comments. Maybe even some touching when he asked me to dance. Not anymore.

  This is much better.

  I go over to Jenna to tell her I want to leave. “That guy is an asshole!” I yell over the music and pulling Jenna towards the bathrooms. She holds her finger up to Jeff to tell him she’ll just be a minute. We get to hall by the bathrooms and open the door to go in.

  “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you, but you look pissed,” Jenna says with a concerned look.

  “Mike was a total pervy dick.”

  She looks shocked. “He seemed nice while we were all talking by the bar. Super interested in you. What did he do?”

  “Told me I was a prize and I had a bangin’ body. And if the comments weren’t enough he started eyeing me like I was naked and not in a hot way. Like in a pervy way. He was gross and I am absolutely done hanging out with him.”

  “That bad?”

  “Yes. Absolutely. Normally the guys you set me up with are annoying or over eager, but this guy was just…” my body shakes at the memory of the way he was looking at me. “Total creep!”

  She looks very apologetic. “I’m sorry, Rachel. Jeff was super cool last night. He said this guy Mike was really nice too and you guys seemed fine before we went to dance.”

  “Not your fault. It still doesn’t change the fact that he was an asshole, or that he ruined my mood. I want to leave, but Jimmy and Dan didn’t come tonight and I don’t want to walk alone.” I don’t want to ruin her night with Jeff, but I don’t know how else to get home. “Maybe you and Jeff can walk me home and then come back? It’s only like ten minutes each way.”

  “Definitely. Let me go tell Jeff. We’ll meet you outside,” she says before leaving the bathroom.

  I take second to look in the mirror and I still look just as good as I did when I left my room. Because I didn’t dance, my hair hasn’t started to frizz and my makeup still looks great. At least I’ll still look hot when I see Jake later. I smile at myself and leave the bathroom heading for the exit.

  When I get outside, Jenna is standing by herself. “Where’s Jeff? I don’t want you walking back by yourself.”

  “He’s a prick with a small prick. Probably the steroids. I dumped him.” She is so matter of fact about it.

  “What?” I say, a shocked look on my face.

  “I told him that Mike was an ass to you and asked him to come with me to walk you home. He refused and told me that you were probably being a tease. He said your tits were hanging out, which apparently means that you were begging to be treated like shit. So I dumped him. He was a bad lay anyways. I just liked that I was able to wear heels with him and still be shorter. Whatever.” She finishes her explanation flipping her hand in the air like she is shooing him away.

  “Wow. TMI?” I say laughing at her comments.

  “When do I not give too much info? Anyways, I wasn’t really digging the red hair. Now that I’m done with Jeff, I get to dye it again. Start fresh. How do you feel about blonde with red streaks?” she asks pulling my hand as we start to walk back to the dorm.

  “I won’t really know until I see it, but I like you blonde and you did blonde with burgundy last spring. I think it’ll look good,” I say smiling at her.

  “I like me blonde too!” she squeals like we just found out we have the most amazing thing in common.

  After walking in comfortable silence for a few minutes, I look over at her. My Jenna. My best friend. “Thanks for leaving with me. I wasn’t really in the mood to be there anymore. Thanks for standing up for me, too.”

  She smiles at me. “I would do anything for you, Rachel. You’re my best friend. If some douche doesn’t want to leave for twenty minutes to come with me to walk you home, then he can kick rocks. And he obviously doesn’t know anything about you. You wouldn’t know the first thing about teasing a man!”

  “Hey!” I say slapping her arm

  “Plus, you would have to know how gorgeous you are and no matter how many times I tell you that you have a body born in every boy’s wet dream and every man’s fantasy, you refuse to believe me.”

  “Stop!” I slap her again. “I know I’m pretty, but I’m not all that. And ew.”

  She links her arm with mine. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. What am I going to do with you?” She looks over at me and smiles. “You know I love you.”

  “I do.”

  “Good.”

  Good.

  Chapter 5

  We make it back to the dorm right before ten, which leaves about two hours before I am supposed to meet with Jake. Since we’ll be working late, I decide to change into something more comfortable.

  “So you’re looking for something that says ‘I’m comfortable but I would totally be down for sexy time with you’?” Jenna asks me and I nod my head. “Totally doable.”

  She grabs a pair of black yoga pants and a thin white t-shirt. Then she throws me a hot pink lacy bra and pair of panties to match. She turns around and I put it all on and look in my full-length mirror. The shirt is tight around my chest and kind of see through. Not so see through that I look slutty, just enough to say: Oh, I just threw this on and didn’t have time to look in the mirror, so I had no idea you could see my bra.

  “Barefoot or socks?” I ask Jenna.

  “Definitely barefoot.” She smiles at the look she put together. “You look totally fuckable.”

  “Oh my god, Jenna. How about third base-able? I’m not sure I am ready for the home run yet.” I am starting to get nervous. In my mind a hook-up is easy, but when it comes down to actually going through with it I don’t think I can go all the way. The way that Jake makes me feel is a little scary. I am so attracted to him, I don’t know how to react and what to do. I don’t want him to think I’m easy. I like him for more than his looks and I feel like I might be able to have a real relationship with him, if he was into that kind of thing.

  I mentally slap myself. I have to stop thinking that way. If we do hook-up, that is all it will be to him and I can’t expect any more than that. He told me what he was about and if I want to sleep with him that is where our relationship will begin and end.

  “Definitely third base-able. Just make sure you make it clear where the line is if it goes that way. Sometimes when you’re caught up in the hot, sweaty, sexy act, intentions get humped to the side.” She laughs. “But seriously, you need to let him know what you want from him and what you expect or it might get weird with you two if you go further than you wanted to.”

  “I will. Thanks, Jenna.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” she says smiling at me. “I think I am going to head up to my room and start my dye job. Maybe I’ll surprise you and dye it blue!” she jokes opening up my door and stepping out into the hall.

  It’s ten thirty and I need to find something to do to keep me occupied until twelve.

  I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I notice my sister is on chat, so I start to talk to her. She just turned fifteen a
nd is a freshman in high school. She is totally boy crazy and has a new crush every week. She starts telling me all about Lucas Hatfield. Apparently, they sit next to each other in three of her classes because of the alphabetical seating chart. At the beginning of the year she thought he was kind of dorky, but I guess he got his braces off over winter break and now he has “the most perfect smile!”

  We type back and forth and before I know it, it’s eleven thirty. I say good-bye to my sister and go to brush my teeth. Just in case. When I get back from the bathroom, I notice Jake’s light is on in his room. I go put my stuff back in my room and grab my laptop and notebook and head over to his room, knocking on the door.

  “Come in!”

  I open the door to find a shirtless Jake. I nearly squeal, but I stop myself. His back is to me and he is bent over slightly reaching into a drawer. I could stare at this man all day. I can see the muscles in his back as he digs through his drawer for a shirt. The tattoo that I saw earlier is a tribal design that goes from his bicep up to his shoulder and travels down a bit onto his back. I can also see that he has a tattoo on his left side of his rib cage. It is some sort of quote and I want to get closer so I can read it, but my legs won’t work.

  He finally finds the shirt he was looking for and turns around to look at me giving me a smile. He starts to shake out his shirt and I see that the tattoo on his right arm comes all the way over his shoulder and onto his chest. And what a chest it is. His front is just as muscled as his back and I want to lick every inch of him. Every rock hard inch. Gulp.

  “Hey, Rachel!” I look up and see a pleased smile on his face. He knows I like what I see. Who wouldn’t?

  “Hey Jake! I’ve got my laptop and notebook. All ready for the planning party!” Planning party? Who stole my brain? I always say the dorkiest stuff around him!

  He puts his shirt on and goes to sit on his bed with his back against the headboard. He bends his legs and rests his arms on his knees. He looks delicious. “First, put your stuff on the desk and sit.” He smiles pointing to the other end of the bed. “Tell me about your night.”