Page 4 of Steeling Her
She nods and replies, “If you’re not inside in ten minutes, I’ll come out and find you alright?” I smile at her kindness to withstand my awkwardness. These girls are going to hate me by the end of the year.
“Hey, Dad!” I slide my finger across the screen, answering him.
“Carter! Sweetie! How are you? Did you settle in alright? What are your roommates like? You like the place?” my dad says in one breath, making me laugh. I mindlessly start walking around in circles while on the phone with him.
“I’m fine, Dad. Yeah, Mom helped me out after eventually finding the place. They’re really nice girls. We’re actually at a party now. But yeah, the place is neat. They said thanks for getting the furnishings for our dorm.” I play with my ear, kicking leaves around in my heels.
“You’re at a party? Don’t go too wild, honey. I know what parties are like in college. I’ve saved your brothers from numerous ones when they were there. I’m glad you’re settling in fine, and I can’t wait to come down in a couple of weeks with your mom and the boys to see my baby girl.”
I miss his voice already. His job doesn’t allow much days off around this time. Being the head coach of a high profile football team doesn’t give you much leeway.
“I won’t. I’m only going to see what the hype is about and maybe leave after an hour or so. Parties aren’t really my thing. I can’t wait to see you all, too! I miss you already.” I feel the tightness in my chest. I’m a family girl, and I always miss them when I’m away. But I’m in college alone now, so it’s amplified.
“It’s good to hear your voice, honey. I miss having you around the house. But go, enjoy the party! And don’t get too drunk, you’re still underaged! And stay away from those college boys too! Lord only knows what they do in their spare time . . .” he jokes, but he knows I won’t be bad. I’m not like that; never have been. Plus, my brothers never let me be that girl.
“Don’t worry, Dad! I’ll be good, I promise. See you soon. Love you!” I smile through the phone at him.
“I know you will, Carter. I love you too! Bye, and be safe.” I end the call with a bye and put my phone back into my clutch and seal it. I look up to the house and see numerous bodies on a balcony and out on the porch, people lying on the grass, making out with red cups scattered around, and a few people doing a little more than making out, hands roaming and groping bodies as they grind on each other. That’s a little awkward to see.
“Time for your first college party, Carter. Don’t be awkward . . .” I mumble to myself, but I know I will be.
Let the games begin.
Chapter Two
Turn Around
Nick
“To fresh pussy!” Caleb yells before we all down our shots. Feeling the whiskey trailing down the back of my throat, I suck in a breath between my teeth. I shake my head and squeeze TJ’s shoulder.
“To new chicks.” TJ whispers beside me, making me laugh. I go to grab bottles of cold beer from the fridge in the kitchen. I feel a hand stroke on my shoulder, the long nails trailing along the material of my shirt. I smile down at the glass bottles, knowing who it is.
“Hey, babe! Long time no see!” I rise back up to my full height and turn over my shoulder to see Maya in a tight black leather mini-dress, boobs screaming out at me. Damn. “You look . . . good.” I snap the caps off the tops of the bottles hearing the hiss.
“Good? Just good?” Her hands trailed down my abs, getting close to the waistband of my boxers. Her red lips, with a smirk, make me want to take her right now. Her blonde wavy hair and perfume is overpowering.
“You’re right, you look hot tonight. This little dress for me?” I take her waist, rubbing her butt cheek. The leather feels good in my hands. I take a sip of the beer in my hand and let my eyes roam around her figure. She always had a great body, and it looks every better without clothes.
She leans in closer to me, allowing her breasts to push up on my chest. Her lips graze my ear as she whispers, “Only for you, Jackson.” She kisses the lower part of my ear. God, I love it when a girl does that. My little buddy is already excited for the night ahead of me. I place my hand wholly on her ass, allowing my fingers slide up her dress and feel her panties—her wet panties.
She looks hot tonight. Maybe I can pull two girls for to the night? I’ve done five before, so it’s not like I can’t do it. Damn, that night was wild.
“Nick? Hello . . .” Her face is close to mine, snapping me out of my daze.
“Yeah? Sorry, what did you say?” I ask her. I usually don’t listen to what Maya says anymore. It’s usually about a relationship or a date; something I’m not interested in. I’m not into being tied down to anyone, no matter how hot the girl is. Especially not during my college years. Football is my focus, and when I’m finished with that, that’s when I’ll start thinking about dating. I doubt I’ll settle with anyone, though. I like the game too much. So much variety.
“I was thinking, maybe we could go out to dinner next week? Like, just the two of us?” I sigh to myself.Here we go again.
I look around to the masses of bodies around the kitchen. Some are making out, some are flirting, and others are fighting. I run my fingers across my jawline and exhale deeply. “Maya, you know I don’t date. I need to stay focused on football. I’m on scholarship; I can’t afford to slip or I’m off the team.” I’m trying everything in my power to make up the best excuse. I’m pretty sure this works when girls want to get serious with me. Majority of the time, it comes with a slap.
“Nick, you and I know that’s not true. You’re talented enough, girlfriend or not. Give us a chance. You might like it?” I shake my head no, making a deep frown etch onto her caked face. Three, two, one.
“Ugh! Nick! What is your problem committing? You make up the same excuse every time! Grow some balls and ask me out!” She storms off, leaving me standing there with my legs in a V shape leaning against the counter behind me. Noticing I still have TJ’s bottle in my hand, I finish mine and start drinking his. I grab him another and meander through people to get to the couches where the guys are on surrounded by girls. As I approach them, I get a few seductive “Hi Nick”s thrown my way and I nod my head at them, checking them out as I walk past them.
Not tonight.
I sink into the couch beside TJ and hand him the bottle. “What took you so long, bro?” he asks, taking a sip of the freshly opened beer I gave him.
