Page 5 of Shenanigans

I came here tonight knowing nothing. Theo offered to read me the profile but honestly, it didn’t matter and doesn’t matter. I’m stuck going through with this even if she has three hands and a dick that’s bigger than mine between her legs.

I’m a lot of things, but never do I back down on a dare or back out of a bet – win, lose, or draw.

Refusing to turn and look to the woman who matches that voice, I pick up the Jack and Coke, I just ordered, and take a drink. Only then do I turn around as I feel the alcohol warm my belly.

Aryn Cole stands beside me looking like the best damn Christmas present I could ever fucking ask for. Her long dark hair comes down in waves with the red tips ending at the belt line under her pert tits. The way the scoop neck of her royal blue dress comes down accentuating her cleavage makes my dick strain painfully against my zipper.

What’s worse, I know I won’t wake up tomorrow feeling like it’s Trick-or-Treat with the joke being on me. No, Aryn Cole has a natural beauty she doesn’t even know she has.

I can’t speak.

All words and breath leave me as I watch her chest rise and fall in her own breathing pattern. Leaning in, I think about running my tongue over the seam formed in her cleavage, but decide against it at the last second. Taking this opportunity to be so close I inhale the scent of her floral perfume before landing a small peck on her cheek.

“Hello, Aryn.” I greet keeping my face close to hers, dropping my voice into a deep baritone as I speak just against her ear making sure my hot breaths hit her neck. “You look amazing.”

“You look like an asshole plus glasses, Schade,” she replies with disdain and alcohol on her breath.

I back away relaxing back on my stool and downing my drink. Her honesty takes me by surprise.

Aryn is sweet. She’s friendly, gorgeous, and always willing to help anyone. It stings that she thinks I’m an ass.

Truth is I am an ass.

I’m twenty-two years old and no where ready to be tied down with any woman. This is college. I am here to get my degree and go on to train in occupational therapy. I have a goal.

I also have my current income which is based on a lifestyle. Before college, my parents saw me going down the wrong path. I was smoking weed and honestly considering harder drugs. My parents signed me up for an obstacle course training camp.

This is where I was first introduced to Parkour. Now four years later, I have an energy drink sponsor and I travel for shows, videos, and to tackle different courses with my team and as an individual. Parkour is not competitive like traditional sports.

In fact, I was trained in a traditional camp based on the original purpose of Parkour which is about art and discipline. There isn’t an individual who will rank the best in a course, but rather who can complete it. We all win because we all push ourselves.

Each person tackles the courses their way with their vision for the obstacles. No two people will do it the same so is it fair to say one is better than the other.

Don’t get me wrong, there are competitions and yes I’ve won a few, but for me it’s not about being the best, it’s about being my best.

And tonight I’m going to be my best at showing Aryn Cole, sweet, seductive Aryn that I’m not the asshole she thinks I am.

No, I’m the asshole to rock her fucking body … for tonight.

CHAPTER 7

Get a Room

ARYN

He smells like man and shampoo. He leans in too close and kisses my cheek. My entire body heats from top to toe. With the alcohol well in my system now, I’m relaxed, warm, and wanting.

More than anything, I am screwed.

The attraction I have had for Schade has been with me since Freshman year when we had orientation together. I bumped into him dropping my purse and all of it’s contents spilling out everywhere. Like a gentleman he stopped and helped me pick everything up. To my embarrassment, he even picked up my tampons.

Then he stood up, looked me in the eyes, acted like there was something in the moment only to blink and then yell at me to watch where I was going.

Damn dickhead.

From that moment on, he’s been a pain in my ass at every encounter. Leaning back on his stool, he pats the empty one beside him and I shake my head no.

To my surprise he stands, towering over me and takes my hand. I should pull away.

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