I lifted my hand to scratch the irritating itch near my nose, only I couldn’t manage to get to it. There was something in the way.
I started to open my eyes and could hear birds chirping someplace off in the distance while I tried to focus on my surroundings. I found myself perched on a chair on the porch of our fraternity. The bad part was I was wearing nothing but a lacy pink thong, and there were two women standing near the road looking up at me with disgust on their faces. Two older women, about the age of my mother. Even worse was that in one hand I held a cucumber and the other a bottle of lube. Oh, and did I mention they were glued to my palms? As in fucking super ass glued!
“Sorry.” I held up the hand with the cucumber then quickly lowered it. They scurried off, looking back at me a few times like I was a raging lunatic about to run after them and tackle them to the ground.
An empty bottle of tequila lay on the ground near the chair.
Deep chuckling came from some place behind me and I looked back, just in time to catch Jay hiding behind one of the curtains with his phone facing me.
“Are you seriously taping this shit?”
“You assholes taped me swinging my dick around like some tassel, and as if that wasn’t enough, you live streamed it so everyone could watch. That has followed me around ever since and I still get tagged in random dick pics. Dicksaswinging will forever be a thing in my life thanks to you pricks. So, to answer your question, I am not just taping this. I’m live streaming it. I got it all.”
He was laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“I got you trying to scratch your ass, but the cucumber kept getting in the way. The best part was when you started groaning. It looked like you were really enjoying that movement.”
“You’re gonna what?”
He was right, I wasn’t gonna do shit but come up with something to pay him back. As if I had something that epic. I mean, come on, even I could admit that was pretty damn genius.
The asshole didn’t stop there. He actually taped me entering the house, and of course no one offered to help me open or even close the door. He taped me, from behind, as I climbed the stairs. Everyone who was awake had one hell of a laugh.
I really needed to stop falling into these traps. This was the second time I’d woken up on the front porch. The first time was with Clayton and we were both naked. This shit was fucked.
Long brown hair, hanging loose down her back, and that ass in those jeans. Damn, I’d know that ass anywhere. Without wasting another second, I moved toward her quickly. Stepping up behind her, I placed one hand on her hip and pulled her body back against my own. “Palmer,” I whispered her name, “are you gonna keep pretending that Kentucky didn’t happen?”
“I know that Kentucky happened, I remember the trip. I’m just trying to forget the part where I lost my damn mind for about five minutes.” She tried to pull away from me, and I cupped her other hip, holding her firmly in place.
“It was definitely more than five minutes, more like thirty.”
This time she laughed. “I can assure you it was not thirty. I think I take longer to brush my teeth then you take to, well, you know.”
“I was trying not to get caught by Clayton and Emelie.” I allowed her to turn in my arms and face me. Those big blue eyes of hers looking up at me through long dark lashes melted me almost instantly. “You were also telling me to hurry up every two seconds.”
“Because I just wanted it over.” Damn, she was feisty, which managed to excite me even more.
“Then why were you begging for me to keep going?” I could still almost hear the words as she shifted her hips against me that day in the woods.
“I was not begging.” Palmer narrowed her eyes at me.
“You were so begging.”
She crossed her arms and pushed back from me; this time I allowed her the space. “What the hell do you want, anyway?”
“That will not be happening.” She tried her damnedest to remain cold, but I noticed the way she swallowed hard.
“It will. You know it,” I stepped toward her, “and I know it.”
“You’re delusional.” That familiar fire ignited in her eyes.
“No, I’m horny.”
Palmer’s eyes widened as she looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. “Why are you such a pig?”
“You didn’t think I was a pig when I had you pinned to a tree with my pants around my ankles.” She swallowed hard, trying to keep her face from showing signs of arousal as she remembered that very thing. “Your legs were around my waist, the heels of your feet digging into my ass as you spurred me on.”
“Will you lower your voice?”
“Why, Palmer? Don’t you want everyone to know how good I made you feel?”