Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
I’m stepping off the bus and into the cold drizzle of rain coming down when my phone chimes with a text. I reach into my pocket and pull it out.
Legs: Can you come back over? I need to talk to you.
Without a second thought, I type out a response.
Me: On my way.
Just as the bus doors begin to close, I jump back on and take the ten-minute ride back to Hallstrom Hall. By the time I get there, the sun has set. I have no idea why she would want to talk to me, but maybe I gave her a bit of a reprieve from all her feelings earlier.
Moving as fast as I can, I head down the hall to Brogan’s room. As if she was watching from her window, her door comes open and she pokes her head out.
“Everything okay?” I ask as I walk steadfastly toward her.
She nods. “I changed my mind. I think we should do it.”
Excitement swirls in my stomach. I quirk a brow, curious if we’re on the same page. “Changed your mind about what?”
She looks both ways down the hall for added measure before saying, “Not out here.” Then she disappears back into her room.
My chest tightens with a mix of confusion and excitement as I walk back into her dorm room. I push open the cracked door and see her sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed. Her messy hair falls in waves around her face and even with the coffee stain on the front of her oversized t-shirt, she looks gorgeous.
Wondrous eyes sparkle as she looks at me. “I wanna do it.”
I close the door, making sure it latches before taking slow and deliberate steps toward her. “I’m gonna need you to be more specific here, Legs.”
Brogan leans back slightly on the bed, pressing her palms to the mattress. “I wanna make the video.”
I gulp, biting anxiously on the corner of my bottom lip as my gaze trails down her body to the hem of her shirt. The fabric falls just below her hips and when she uncrosses her legs, pressing the tips of her toes firmly against the floor, I see the outline of her pussy. She curls her hips inward, trying to conceal herself, but it’s clear she’s not wearing any panties. The realization makes my pulse quicken. “I umm…maybe we should talk about this first.”
“What’s there to talk about? It was your idea.” She looks almost embarrassed and that’s the last thing I want her to experience after the day she’s had.
“You’re right. It was.” I scratch underneath my chin, fighting the urge not to stare at what she’s failing to hide under there. The thing is, I didn’t really think through what I was saying in here earlier. The words sort of just came running out of my mouth like an uncontrollable case of diarrhea. I wasn’t even surprised when she shot down the idea. But now, I’m fucking speechless that she’s agreeing to it.
“So what’s the big deal? It’s not like we haven’t had sex before. We’ll just be recording it this time.” Her eyes bore into mine, but her words are what strike a chord with me. This is a big deal. It’s a huge deal, in fact. The girl I can’t get off my mind, who swears she hates me, just offered to have sex with me to make someone jealous.
“Like, right now?” I stammer, prolonging this for reasons I can’t even comprehend. I guess I’m still processing what’s going on. I’m not even sure why I’m still standing here. I should have her on her back with my cock inside her this very second. Yet, something is holding me back.
She lifts her shoulders lazily. “Sure, why not?”
My eyes shift to her nightstand and I see a half-empty bottle of potent vodka. It’s all starting to make sense. This girl must really be hurting right now. I was gone fifteen minutes, tops, and she’s already drunk.
I move in front of her and take a few steps until I’m standing between her legs while my dick twitches. Reaching down, I tip her chin up with two fingers. “How much have you had to drink?”
Her soft blue eyes look up at me, appearing lost and sad. “Does it matter?”
“I think it does. Why don’t you eat your croissant and sleep this off then we’ll talk tomorrow when you’re thinking more clearly?”
Her arms reach out, wrapping around my lower waist, and a subtle growl climbs up my throat. She tugs me closer, but I put up resistance, even though it’s tempting as fuck to fall into her.
“Why are you being like this?” she asks. “Is it because I’m damaged goods now?”
“God no,” I spit out as I run my fingers through her tangled her. “Trust me, Legs. You are tempting as fuck. I just don’t want you to have regrets tomorrow.”
“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you think. I just took a couple shots so I could be more relaxed when we…ya know.”
My head falls back and I take a deep breath. She’s fucking killing me right now.
“If you can’t say it, we can’t do it,” I tease in an attempt to lighten the mood and settle down my dancing cock.
Her doe eyes peer up at me. “Always giving me a hard time.”
“Someone has to.” I grin. “Seriously, though…” I comb my fingers through her hair again, already regretting what I say next. “Sleep on it and I’ll stop by tomorrow and we can talk again.”
She gnaws on the inside of her cheek, looking at me unsurely. “You’re not really as cruel as you want people to think you are, are you, Hayes Madden?”
There’s a pang in my chest I wasn’t expecting. If she only knew. “Depends on who you ask.”
“If someone asked me, I know exactly what I’d tell them.”
Narrowing my eyes, I assess her. “Do I dare ask?”
She smiles. “I’d tell them not to judge you so quickly. Then again, that could just be the alcohol talking.”
Lifting my finger in the air, I point it at her jokingly. “Ahh. So you are drunk.”
She pinches her fingers together and squints. “Little bit.”
“All right, Legs.” I swiftly grab her by the waist and lift her to the head of her bed before pulling the blanket up. “It’s been an eventful day for you. Get some sleep and I’ll check in tomorrow.”
I go to turn around, but I’m stopped when Brogan says, “Hayes.”
I raise my brows. “Yeah?”
She sighs, her eyes already heavy, which makes me feel good about this choice. If I’m having sex with Brogan, I want her sober. I want her to look into my eyes the same way she did that first time and even though it terrifies me, I want her to make me feel what I felt in that moment again.
“Thanks for not judging me when I judged you so harshly.”
I walk up to the side of her bed, brushing some of her hair back before my finger strokes her chin. She leans into my touch in a way I’m not used to. Brogan isn’t a puck bunny just trying to get with a hockey player—she isn’t just some girl. “You had every right to judge me, Legs. I’m the first to admit I have asshole tendencies.”
She chuckles, before looking up at me. “Don’t we all?”
I grin, and though I have no idea why, I lean down and plant a kiss on the top of her head. It’s something I’ve never done before, but something in my gut tells me she needs this. She needs to know that not every guy out there is like Kamden. And though I’m no hero, I know for a fact that I would treat Brogan better than Kamden ever did.“Yeah. I guess we do. G’night, Legs.”
Turning around, I open her door and step out into the hall. Before I close it, I can hear her sleepy voice mutter. “Night, Hayes.”
I should get a fucking award right now because I am hard as fucking nails and just turned down sex with my dream girl, for what? To be a good guy? Shit, what is this woman doing to me?