Worth the Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys #1) Page 19

  “Cut his dick off,” I say with a small laugh.

  “There’s that overcompensation we talked about before,” She chuckles. “Not everyone treats loved ones abusively. I know it’s hard to believe, but if you want to move forward and experience love like you told me you wanted, then you have to learn to trust. The trick is to start by trusting yourself, instead of putting your trust in someone else. Trust yourself not to put up with abuse. And, over time Ethan can gain your trust by not abusing you.”

  “I think maybe I can do that,” I agree shakily.

  I leave my session feeling an excited electricity running through me. It’s Friday so we’ll likely be having everyone to our place for drinks and fun. Tonight I’m going to tell Ethan I’m ready. My stomach is tying itself in complicated knots.

  Ethan

  I burst through Abby and Lee's apartment door without knocking, like usual. Lee, Nikki, Remy, and some random chick are all sitting in the living room laughing about something. I don’t see Abby. I look at the time and realize she should be home from therapy soon.

  “She’s not home yet,” Lee informs me.

  “I know. Can’t a guy come over and see his sister?” I ask with mock offense in my voice.

  She rolls her eyes at me. I notice the random chick undressing me with her eyes and I just give her a friendly nod.

  “Hi, you must be Ethan,” She stands and walks over to me. “I’m Lacy,” She offers her name accompanied with an eyelash flutter for good measure.

  I want to laugh. Did I really go for this shit before? I hear Remy suppress a giggle.

  “Are you friends with someone here?” I ask.

  “Remy,”She says simply.

  I nod and go to sit on the couch beside Lee. Lacy isn’t one to be deterred though. She squeezes into the couch beside me and presses her breasts against my arm. It’s just my luck that would be the exact moment Abby walks in. She beams at me until her gaze lands on whatever-her-name-is next to me. Abby’s eyes narrow and her mouth goes into a thin line. It may not be the most mature thing in the world but I’m suddenly extremely excited by Abby’s jealousy.

  “So…” I turn to the chick next to me. Dammit what’s her name?

  “Lacy,” She supplies with a triumphant smile.

  Why the hell would she feel triumphant I forgot her name thirty seconds after she told me the first time.

  “Right, Lacy. So what brings you over here tonight?” I know, I’m a bad person but the fact that Red is glaring daggers at me right now has me at full mast.

  “I wanted to meet you.” She purrs pressing herself up against me again. Red clears her throat loudly and Lee and Nikki suppress grins.

  “Can we talk?” She spits acidly. I nod and motion for her to go ahead. “Alone.”

  With a barely contained smile I rise from the couch and lead the way to my place across the hall.

  Abby

  I follow Ethan to his apartment and put my hands on my hips waiting for him to say something.

  “What’s up Red?” He asks leaning against his kitchen counter casually. I feel like I could breathe fire at him.

  “Is that seriously all you have to say to me?” I ask with as much control as possible.

  “What do you want me to say?” He asks with a sigh.

  “How about you start by telling me who your skanky friend is.”

  Ethan throws back his head and laughs. I want to rip his balls off for finding any of this amusing.

  “Why? Are you jealous?” He asks once he stops laughing.

  I can feel the heat in my face, I’m sure I’m blushing about eight shades of red.

  “No,” I lie.

  “Good. Since we’re just friends I figured you wouldn’t mind me flirting with an attractive woman,” He emphasizes the word friends and it’s all I can do to not collapse in a mess of tears.

  I fucking blew it. I let him walk away and now I’ve lost my chance.

  “You can do better,” I blurt out.

  “You are jealous,” He accuses again, this time taking a step closer to me with a predatory look in his eye that sends excited shivers down my spine. “Why are you jealous Red?”

  “I’m not,” I lie again.

  He continues to move closer until he has me backed up against his counter. He cages me in with his arms and leans down to whisper in my ear. My stomach twists into electrified knots as I anticipate his touch. Please let him touch me.

  “I think you are. And, I think it’s because you missed me as much as I’ve missed you. I think you missed me putting my tongue between your legs and licking you until you scream. I think you missed sucking my cock. And I think you missed cuddling, and talking, and all that other shit that had nothing to do with hooking up. It meant something and you know it did.”

  I let out a whimper at his words as I start to throb with desire.

  “Say it baby. Tell me you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you,” I finally admit.

  His lips crash into mine and he lifts me up to sit on the counter top. He grips my hips roughly and I gasp. He takes advantage and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I thread my fingers through his hair to press myself closer and he pulls away.

  “Why did you miss me?” He asks.

  My brain is foggy with lust as I try to make sense of his words.

  “What?”

  “What was it that you missed about me sweetheart?” He asks as he nuzzles my neck.

  “Well…” I reach down and stroke his hard on. He shudders with pleasure but then pulls back.

  “Is that it? You missed my cock?” Hurt seeps into his eyes.

  I want to tell him ‘yes’ and keep him at a comfortable arm’s length. But it’s obvious that we can’t go back to ‘casual’ sex, because it was never really casual. I was fooling myself to think that it ever could be. My heart pounds with anxiety. Please don’t let him reject me when I lay my heart out at his feet.

  “No,” I say finally. “I missed hanging out, I missed your stupid perverted comments, and I missed making you dinner. And I also missed your cock,” I add with a laugh. Ethan’s eyes soften.

  “Why?” He asks this time in a more teasing tone as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Because I fucking love you. Are you happy now?”

  His mouth is on mine again with desperation. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head and then lifts me up and starts walking with me, hopefully to his bedroom. He drops me on the bed and gazes down at me with lust in his eyes.

  “I fucking love you too, by the way,” He adds with a crooked grin before unbuttoning my pants.

  I’m throbbing and dying for him as he takes his time peeling my jeans off slowly. He stops to admire me in my lacy underwear and matching red bra.

  “My memory did not do you justice. I don’t want to go a single day of the rest of my life without seeing you naked,” He says as he stares down at me like a starving man at a buffet. He leans forward and kisses my neck and shoulder, slowly sliding my bra strap down as he kisses every inch of me.

  “Was there anyone else?” I ask nervously. “While you were away or since you’ve been home and I’ve been distant?”

  “Almost one, but I stopped it before anything happened. I don’t want anyone but you,” He says honestly.

  Ethan pulls back and tugs his shirt over his head and I gasp. On his left pec, right over his heart is my lip mark tattooed on him.

  “I got it the day I left. I couldn’t bear the thought of it washing off. If I could never have you as mine I needed this reminder of the best three months of my life,” He explains.

  My heart swells. I can’t believe he got my lips tattooed on himself, even while I was pushing him away and being so horrible to him.

  “So this is real? Us, I mean. We’re really going to do this?” I ask cautiously.

  “Yes, I really want to do this. I want to be your boyfriend, and I want to be able to tell everyone that you’r
e my girlfriend. Just the two of us, an exclusive relationship. Is that okay with you?”

  “Yes,” I squeak out.

  “Good,” He claims my lips again. But, this kiss has more tenderness and promise in it than any of our previous kisses. Wow, so this is what it feels like to feel cherished and loved. I think I like it.

  “Thank you for waiting for me,” I whisper.

  “Sweetheart, you were well worth the wait.”

  The End

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  Asher:

  When most people first set eyes on me they assume I’m a delinquent, a thug, or at the very least that I’m in a band. But, looks can be deceiving. I never thought I’d get sick of random hook ups with more than willing college co-eds, but that scene is getting old. And, I really never expected to fall for an adorable, sexy, shy…virgin. But, sometimes things don’t turn out how you expect.

  Eve:

  Super virgin…that’s me. I’ve never kissed a boy, heck I’ve never even been on a date before. How I ended up catching the eye of a sexy, tattooed playboy at my very first college party I’ll never know. He’s way out of my league…but maybe it’s finally my chance to let loose a little and find out who I really am. That’s what college is for, right?

  Excerpt:

  Asher

  Brittany or Brandi or whatever-her-name-is presses her tits against me and I tilt my head down to hear what she’s trying to say.

  “We should get out of here.” She whispers breathily into my ear.

  I sigh inwardly. I know most guys would give their left nut to be in my position with beautiful women hanging all over them, asking them to take them home to fuck them. Hell, if you would’ve told me two years ago or even last year that I would be reluctant to take a hot piece of ass wherever she wanted to go I’d have told you that you were insane. But, truth be told, I’m bored as hell with this whole thing. Maybe I just want something a little deeper than meaningless sex.

  As I lift my head, still considering my answer, my eye catches on a girl by the stairs. I say girl because she almost looks too young to be at a college party, certainly too innocent. She’s tiny, I could probably fit her right in my pocket. She’s wearing somewhat baggy clothes that make her look even smaller and her hair is long, wavy, and dirty blond in color. Huh, spotting a natural blond is like spotting big foot. My gaze travels up to her face and I take in her delicate features. Her nose is slightly upturned, and her upper lip is a little too big compared to her bottom lip but somehow her features work perfectly together. And, then I reach her light brown eyes and I realize she’s staring at me. Not only is she staring at me, she looks like she likes what she sees. I catch her eye and wink at her playfully. She suddenly blushes tomato red and turns to flee.

  She whips around quickly and cracks her head against the railing of the stairs and before I can talk myself out of it I disentangle myself from whatever her name is and rush over check on awkward girl.

  When I reach her she’s rubbing her head and still has deep red coloring her cheeks. She’s even more attractive up close but right now she looks like she’s going to cry.

  “Are you alright?” I ask her nervously. Please don’t cry, I never know what to do when girls cry.

  She nods wordlessly and avoids looking at me. She ducks her head and tries to skirt around me. I step in front of her and wait for her to look up at me.

  “Excuse me.” She squeaks out nervously.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? It looked like you cracked your head pretty hard.” I ask again.

  She looks away from me again and nods.

  “Excuse me please. I’m just trying to leave.” Her voice is quiet and somewhat pleading.

  People tend to think I’m a bit of a badass when they see my tattoos and piercings. What most people don’t know about me is I have a crazy soft spot for the needy. When I was a kid I was constantly rescuing baby bunnies and getting in trouble at school for standing up to bullies for kids who were getting picked on. So, when I see her misty eyes and hear her sad, desperate voice all I want to do is make sure she gets home safe

  “Let me walk you, it’s not safe for a pretty girl to be out alone at night.” I offer.

  Her eyes go wide either due to my offer or the revelation that someone might want to hurt her out on the streets I don’t know. She nods in agreement and we both make our way to the exit.

  “Where do you live?” I ask casually.

  I see her tense slightly at my question. Does she think I’m trying to stalk her to something? Obviously I’m going to know where she lives once we get there. This thought seems to occur to her too, because after a moment she answers me.

  “I live in Rite Hall.”

  Her voice isn’t what I expected at all based on her appearance. She’s such a little thing and had been so terrified and squeaky back at the frat house I expected more of a Minnie Mouse voice. But, honestly the only way to describe her voice is sultry. Unlike most women though it’s obvious she isn’t doing it on purpose to come across as sexy. In fact, I’d be willing to bet money she has no idea how sexy she is.

  “So you’re a freshman?”

  She nods. I wait for her to ask what I am but the silence just stretches out between us.

  “I’m a junior.” I say trying to break up the awkward pause.

  Again, I wait for her to respond and when she doesn’t I simply continue talking.

  “I’m an astrophysics major, hence the galaxy tattoo on my arm. I’ve always been obsessed with the universe. And, math is kind of my thing so yeah...”

  “That’s really...amazing.” She says it like she is truly in awe of the fact that I’m an astrophysics major.

  I usually don’t tell girls about my major, so I’m not sure why I told her. But, for some reason it just seemed like it would be nice to tell her something real about myself.

  “This is the part in normal social interaction where you tell me about your major.” I inform her teasingly.

  She squirms uncomfortably. Shit, now I feel like an ass.

  “Sorry, I’m so...awkward.”

  Her tone is so sad, resigned I have the urge to pull her close and make her feel better. Whoa there tiger, take a chill or you’re going to make this girl go screaming into the night.

  “Nah, you’re cute.” I assure her.

  She lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

  “I’m not sure about my major.” She says. “I just want to learn about all the things I don’t know about the world.”

  “That is refreshingly profound.”

  “Um, this is my building.” She says stopping in front of the large brick building.

  I don’t want to let her go yet, I want to get to know more about her. I don’t even know her name. I open my mouth to ask and realize that she’s staring at my lips. Does she want me to kiss her?

  “I never did get your name.” I say.

  She continues to stare at my lips and doesn’t respond to my statement. Hell, I’m going to go for it. I start to lean forward and suddenly she startles like a cat having a bucket of water thrown on it. She jumps back and whips around to swipe her I.D. card in the door to gain access.

  “Thanks for walking me, see you later.” She says hurriedly without turning back around.

  “Wait I didn’t even get your name.” I call out, but she’s already inside, taking the stairs two at a time.

  Well, at least I know which building she lives in so it shouldn’t be too hard to find her. Ah, but
now I do sound like a stalker. I take a deep breath and turn to head home.

  “Do my eyes deceive me? Asher wright, home before midnight...alone?” My roommate gasps in mock horror as I flop down on the couch beside him and grab the PS4 controller from him to finish off the boss who was about to kick his ass.

  “Shut up Dex.” I mutter.

  Dex is a good guy, and I would never admit it to him, but he might just be starting to rub off on me. Nothing makes womanizing look worse than a guy who’s working his ass off to support a kid. Dex had gotten a girl knocked up in high school and instead of giving it up for adoption he turned down a scholarship to MIT to come to this shitty little college not far from where his mom and baby girl are currently living. He’s a standup guy. We’d met last year in physics club, because we’re both nerds.

  “Touchy subject?” He asks with humor.

  I give him the finger before tossing the controller back at him and getting up to go to bed, with visions of that cute, nameless girl dancing in my head.

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