1. Travis

“Did she smile?” I glance at my sister.

As the days go on, I’m forgetting her. I’m forgetting her smell, her voice, the way she would wake me up in the morning. I’m forgetting my mother.

“Every time she was with us.” My sister tells me, and I look at the picture of us sitting on the couch together.

It’s the only picture I have left of my mom, and I hide it from my dad because he doesn’t let us have pictures of her.

“She loved us.” She quickly tells me to be quiet when we hear Dad outside the bedroom.

As a new year begins—it’s time to have some fun again.

The summer break has never been anything special. I’m not a fan. It brings back too many bad memories, memories I would rather forget but can’t, no matter how hard I try.

No one likes reminders of a time which causes so much guilt or adds another question to the ones already there. But yet that’s where I live every day. I try to put it at the back of my mind, but it’s still there. Something always reminds me of how I should’ve been there and how I let them down.

The past haunts you.

I don’t know why, but this year, I’ve wanted to get out of town and be somewhere that doesn’t remind me of the past. So, we’ve picked a random place to spend some of the summer, and Miami was the winner.

A summer of partying, which involves drinking and having fun with women…who wouldn’t want in.

However, Blake and Logan are now both ‘one woman men,’ and they are lucky because their girls are great. Blake’s girl, August, has spent the summer with her dad. And Logan’s girl, Meadow, has gone away with her mom and sister. So, having half the summer with nothing to do, why not enjoy it somewhere else?

Besides, it was nice to have a guy’s trip. We don’t spend time without the girls anymore. August and Meadow live with us, and we all go to the same college, so the five of us are always together. I don’t mind because Meadow and August know when we need our own time to talk or need space, and they don’t complain about it.

But summer is done. Now it’s back to business. Study and hockey are the focus. We need to make sure we win the hockey championship again. Last year…easy win. It’s like the other teams couldn’t understand the concept of ‘trying to win.’ But the biggest job this year will be finally putting my dad where he belongs. Six feet down in the ground.

Beyonce’s newest song blasts in my bedroom while I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to forget about everything going through my head.

I should be out there partying with my friends, yet I want to shut the world out and be alone for now. Besides, I’m feeling tired from all the party prep. Hiring a new DJ for the house parties this year has taken time. Learning that last year the asshole DJ we had decided selling drugs to students is okay’ has sucked, and that’s not happening under our watch.

Blake and Logan know I’d rather be alone at the start of the year, but they always throw a party the day before classes start. They’ve been doing it since the beginning, hoping it will help me forget the past.

Unfortunately, there’s no way I can forget. Those images are in my head twenty-four-seven, and they will never leave. A part of me doesn’t want them to because I need a reminder.

I wasn’t there, and I let her down.

Moving my fingers over the strings of my guitar is the only thing that gives me some sort of peace when the memories come back. Playing music helps with the guilt of not being there for her. There is just something about it that calms me as I ease my fingers over the strings.

When I hear a knock, I turn my head toward the door. Soon, it turns into continuous banging.

“Travis, get the fuck out here!” Blake shouts, then repeats it a few more times before I finally get off the bed, making my way to the door.

“Get your fucking ass out of your room, and—” He puts his arm around my shoulder and starts to pull me out of the room and down the hallway. “Enjoy what there is out here.” Waving his hand at the students filling our house.

Taking the red cup from Logan, who’s standing on the other side of me, I look down to see the crowd of people partying hard before class starts.

Drinking my beer, I say nothing to the guys while they talk about some of the new girls who have come to the party. I suppose there is that…new year, new students, new girls on campus.

“Come on, let’s party.” Logan pats my back, and the three of us make our way downstairs, smiling at students as we walk past.

Most of them are from last year. The hockey team is here, some of the football team, and others, but there are a few new faces.

Fresh meat.

I can tell what year each person is from without even talking to them. The groups gathering by the kitchen are here to drink and party. Some people are obviously here by force because they have their heads in a book. Going back to the dorm room to get ready for tomorrow’s classes is probably what will make them happy. Lastly, the flirty group is hanging on anything that walks just to get laid.

Blake, Logan, and I never worry about getting laid. Every girl who has come to our house party knows that one kiss from any of us will elevate their status. After that, other students want to know who they are because we have given them the time of day. Secretly, I’m happy to make their popularity wish come true for any of them…well, some of them.

“You’ve gotten more handsome during the break.” I roll my eyes at the sound of Britney’s voice.

I turn to face her, and Blake and Logan walk the other way.

Chickens.

“Hello, Britney. How was your break?” I say, taking a step back so there is enough space between us to fit another person.

Everyone warns you about the crazy ones. They’re good in bed. That’s true, but not good enough to date longer than necessary. Advice for all the new students…run from fucking crazy.

But, of course, I ignored my advice and decided to jump into bed with Britney. I even fucking dated ‘Crazy.’ It lasted three whole months before I broke up with her. Taking the hint seems hard for her—then and now because God knows I’ve tried.

Blake and Logan make fun of the situation I’ve gotten myself into and remind me frequently. However, it’s my fault.

Her level of crazy after our breakup, though… ‘Unhinged’ is a good word because seeing her in random places is not cool.

I don’t know how, but Britney knows when every one of my classes starts and where their locations are. She even knows when practice begins, and I have no doubt she’ll find out that schedule, too.

“I’m good. I’ve missed you.” She brings her finger to my chest and starts moving it up and down. I take hold of her hand, which makes her smile. “Ouch. You remember how I like it.” She quickly takes a step forward, and I take one back. “I’m sure we can?—”

“Do nothing. Nothing has changed. Enjoy the party,” I tell her, quickly turning around to walk away but getting caught off guard by the woman walking across the room.

I can’t take my eyes off her. She has a figure worth getting into bed for…sexy legs and a waist so slim I could wrap one arm around it, no problem. She’s too far away to make out anything else, but God, she’s sexy. She walks over to the DJ and whispers something in his ear, and they both start laughing when he nods.

“Who are you looking at?” Blake says, looking in the same direction I am. “She’s new, never seen her before.”

Now, I already know almost every girl from our year, and she’s too beautiful to forget.

“I need a name,” I say, walking over to the kitchen to get another drink, then leaning on the counter to watch the beauty again for a moment.

She looks very friendly with the DJ, dancing with him while wrapping her arms around him.

Do I need to get rid of him first?

Blake stands next to me, watching her dance. “I asked a few newbies, and they said she came with the DJ, but he starts this year. So, you might be in luck. Careful, with your track record, she might be crazy too.”

Finishing my drink, I push myself off the counter and make my way toward her when I see her walking away from the DJ.

Moving through the group dancing, she glances up at the DJ again. Just as she’s about to walk past me, I place my hand on her stomach to stop her from walking away.

She looks down at my hand before frowning back up at me. When her large hazel eyes stare at me, I’m taken aback by how mesmerizing she is. Her eyes would pull any man into her world.

“Do you want to take your hands off me?” she questions.

I press my lips tight to stop myself from smiling as her nose wrinkles, making her look even more beautiful than only a few seconds ago.

“I like it where it is.” I’m a confident man, but I shock myself at how confident the words come out.

It is clear she does not like my hand touching her.

She takes a step closer to me and looks up because my six-foot-two-inch frame towers over her by close to a foot. Licking her lips, she looks over my shoulder at the DJ, I assume, before looking back toward me. She takes a step closer, leaving an inch between us, with my hand still on her stomach, which I move slightly to make it a little more comfortable for myself.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp when she grabs a handful of my crotch and squeezes it.

“And I like where my hand is. I’m going to get a drink. You keep your hand there, and I’ll keep mine here.” She’s full of confidence, even though she doesn’t know who I am, or she does and wants to play this game to see who wins.

I never back down from a challenge, no matter the situation.

“I’ll get a drink, too.”

We both make our way to the kitchen, walking in the most uncomfortable way possible. I stop because one of us is going to get hurt, and I can’t afford to get injured. Coach will kill me.

“Backing down already?” She teases me by giving my cock a small tug.

And fuck, the smile that forms on her face brings some cute little dimples into view. My dick is beginning to betray me. God, she’s turning me on more than I’d like to admit right now, especially since it’s only been two minutes since meeting her. How can I be attracted to her already?

“Not a chance.” I pull her closer to me, placing my free hand on her lower back. “Think it’s easier to get there walking like this.” I start walking, making sure I don’t knock into anyone or hurt either of us. “So, what would you like to drink?”

Trying to get my mind off the fact she has my dick in her hand, her breasts are against me, and the spicy-sweet scent from her perfume hits me is almost too much. Fuck, I’m even trying to picture my grandma naked to stop all the other thoughts of her naked body under me, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

“Water, I wouldn’t want you to take advantage of me now, would I?” She quickly grabs my T-shirt with her free hand and almost trips over something on the floor.

“I think you’ll take advantage of me,” I say, looking at her.

She squints her eyes as if she’s puzzled by my statement.

“You think very highly of yourself.” She begins walking back toward the kitchen.

“Says the girl with my dick in her hand.” I glance down between our bodies, wishing my hand is somewhere else.

I look over at Blake and Logan as they stare between the two of us, and Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Are you in a sticky situation?” he asks, moving his eyes down to her hand, which makes him laugh.

Meadow and August start laughing, too, shaking their heads but don’t say anything.

“No, your friend thought my body was a free-touch-zone, so it’s only fair his body is one too.” She leans back a little on the counter, pushing her breasts out.

Fucking tease.

“One beer and one water,” I tell Blake, who walks away laughing. “So, it seems neither of us are backing down. You know, if a woman has my dick in her hand, it only makes sense that I know her name.”

Oh, she’s going to give me some smart answer. I know it.

“Bet it’s not the first time either.” Her reply gets a roar of laughter from me. She might be the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Your beer and water for…?” Blake stops, waiting for a name, but he’s given the silent treatment. “Your hands seem a little busy at the moment, so I’ll place it here.”

He puts it on the counter and then takes a small step back next to Logan, both of them watching the show.

“Come on, PR. I’m sure we can come to some sort of?—”

She cuts me off, takes her hand from my shirt, and grabs her water. “You can remove your hand, then I’ll remove mine.”

I thought she would have asked about PR, but she hasn’t, and I’m not about to tell her what it means. She wants to know. She can ask.

“If I remove it, then what?” I take a big sip of my beer.

“Then I can go back to my friend, who, for all you know, is my boyfriend. So, I must be one special person if it’s worth a punch in the face.” She drinks her water while glaring at me the whole time.

“If you let me move my hand further down, I can see if you’ve got a dick hidden down there because that’s the only way, he’s your boyfriend.” And just like that, her beautiful lips curl up into a smirk.

“I might have one. Suppose you’ll never know.” Leaning forward, she gets up on her tiptoes, but I know even that’s not going to get her close to my ear, so I lean down to her, which I know in my gut is a fucking mistake. “Unless you’re into that,” she whispers, and before I can answer her, I hear the one voice I don’t want to hear.

“Do you want to get your hands off my boyfriend?” Britney shouts, and I hear Blake and Logan laughing much louder.

“Ex-boyfriend,” I correct her.

She rolls her eyes at me and then focuses on PR.

“You should be lucky he’s your ex. From what I can feel in my hand, I don’t think he was satisfying you in bed.” She looks at Britney, and I shake my head, leaning closer.

“How about you let me show you how satisfying I can be?” There is a reason those women come back for more, and the reason is in her beautiful hand.

“Step away from him.”

“Or?” she asks, and I look over at Britney.

She is not a fighter. I don’t think she has a fighting bone in her body. She might look strong and has a swimmer’s body, flexible like any cheerleader, but a fistfight? I doubt she knows how to make a fist with her long fake nails, which have to be painted all the fucking time.

They both stare at each other, saying nothing. Then I see PR’s lips curl up into a smile.

“You can have him—” She removes her hand. “But before I let him go, I think he needs this.”

Before I know what’s happening, she sits on the counter, her legs wrap around me, and her lips are on mine. Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. PR doesn’t need to because I’m pulling her as close as I can get her to me. Her breasts press into my chest as her lips part for me, letting my tongue wander. She tastes of strawberry bubblegum, and the sensation of our kiss goes straight to my groin.

She pulls away, and I place my hands on either side of the counter so she can’t escape.

“You want more. You need to beg,” she whispers in my ear as the music changes. She pushes me hard enough to take a few steps back. She might be tiny, but she has some strength in her.

I watch her walk away, taking my beer off the counter. If she thinks I’m going to let her just walk away tonight, she’s wrong. She wants it, too, and tonight, I plan on giving it to her.

“You’re going to tell ‘your friend’ to calm down,” Logan says, and I adjust my jeans to feel a little more comfortable.

“Travis—”

“Go away, Britney,” I snap.

Now, I’ve kissed a lot of girls, but not one who is that confident in what they’re doing. This only means one thing…she can do a lot more with that mouth of hers.

“What’s the plan?” Blake says.

“Show her how satisfying I can be.” I watch her walk up the stairs, and without saying another word, I leave my friends and follow her.

Catching up with her, I walk a few steps behind her, and when she walks into the bathroom, I quickly place my hand on the door to stop it from closing. As fast as lightning, I step into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

“Now—”

I cut her off with my lips crashing into hers, kissing her a lot harder this time. Moving my hands down her bare legs so I can lift her a little to sit on the counter, I hike up the hem of her dress.

“You want me to stop? Push me away now,” I quickly say, but I get no reply as she pants for air. Kissing her again, my hand moves to her panties, and I moan against her lips as I pull away. “Someone is wet now.”

Ignoring me, she undoes my button and zipper, then pulls my jeans and boxers down, letting them hit the floor. She looks down as my cock springs free, and she smiles.

“Now tell me if I can make you scream.” Kissing her again so she doesn’t give me some smart-ass answer. I pull hard on her panties, ripping them off. The second they do, she moans against my mouth as I rub my cock up and down her pussy.

Quickly grabbing my jeans, I pull the condom out of my wallet and rapidly put it on because there is no way I’m lasting long tonight.

I grab her hips and thrust hard into her, making her scream a little, and I panic that I’ve done it too hard but still continue.

“You want to fuck me, then fuck me harder!” She slaps my shoulder.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Withdrawing my cock, I slam it back inside her over and over again. Her moans become louder, and her grip on my shoulders tightens. I reach under her dress and pinch on her hard nipple.

“Oh shit. I’m not…” She pants as I grab her hips with both hands and thrust so hard it pushes her back. “Going to last.”

Neither am I.

I want to shout. Instead, I slam my lips onto hers and kiss her like breathing doesn’t matter. Feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, her nails dig into my shoulders. She screams as her orgasm hits her, the sound going straight to my balls as I give one last thrust and come just as hard as she does.

Pulling out of her, both of us are panting. I lean down to kiss her and then smile.

“Now tell me if I’m not big enough,” I say, and she shakes her head, pushing me away. Removing the condom, I throw it in the bin and quickly pull my jeans back on as she opens the door.

Before leaving, she looks over her shoulder at me.

“I’ve had better.” Before I can grab her arm to stop her, she leaves, and the door closes behind her.

‘Had better?’ Hah!

A quick fuck in my bathroom…sure, but it is the best quick fuck I’ve ever had, and I plan on having more quick, slow, and hard fucks with her.