Page 22 of Undo Me (The Good Ol' Boys 3)

  With a grin, always a grin.

  “Am I going to see you tonight?” she questioned, trying to mold her body closer to mine, making me hot.

  “Highly unlikely,” I put it to her bluntly.

  “Aren’t you going to miss me?” she purred into my chest.

  She was my professor’s daughter. I had met her a few times in passing and each time she saw me, she eye-fucked the shit out of me. Spring break had officially started yesterday, and I decided to start it with a bang. The professor was a prick, always busting my balls about one thing or another, so I decided to put them in his daughter’s mouth.

  “Probably not,” I grinned again and hastily pulled myself away from her.

  This pussy was getting way too attached for my liking. If there was one thing I hated most about women, it was their neediness. It wasn’t an attractive quality to have, and trust me, men didn’t fucking like it.

  Especially a man like me.

  “When will I see you again?”

  I sighed, annoyed with the constant questions and badgering. This chick couldn’t take a goddamn hint. I didn’t mind being an asshole.

  In fact, I fucking preferred it.

  “Darlin’, does it look like I’m the type of man to make promises?”

  Her eyes widened, shocked.

  I stood up from the bed. I had my fun, and now it was time to go. I pulled my jeans on, zipped them, and stepped into my sandals, never taking my eyes off of hers.

  “We had a great time, but let’s call a spade a spade. I’m not the first man you’ve brought home.” I shrugged and nodded toward her. “And let’s be honest, I’m not going to be the last,” I chuckled.

  Her eyebrows lowered, making her eyes appear smaller. “You fucking asshole!” she yelled.

  Women’s moods changed faster than their goddamn panties.

  “I call it like I see it,” I stated with a big smile.

  At least she was amusing.

  “Fuck you!” she roared.

  I nodded. “I did that. Twice to be exact, but if I go by how many times I made you come… I would say closer to five… maybe six.”

  Her jaw dropped.

  I rolled down my shirt and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t keep your pretty little mouth open like that unless you want me to stick something in it. Or is that your plan? Do you want me to fuck your face? Because all you had to do was say please,” I crudely mocked.

  She scoffed in disgust. “You’re unbelievable. I’m not that desperate,” she challenged, and it instantly made my dick hard.

  “Is that right?” I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes, biting my lower lip.

  I walked to the edge of the bed and her eyes glazed over. I leaned forward and grabbed her ankles, tugging her over to me. She gasped as the sheet effortlessly fell off her naked body. I casually massaged her foot as I crouched down to the ground. She was leaning up on her elbows and her chest was rising and falling with every movement of my body.

  She knew what I was going to do. She wanted it. Which is probably why she was provoking me. Women like her knew exactly what kind of man I was, that’s why they wanted to fuck me in the first place.

  The more things change, the more they stay the same.

  Pleasure was a powerful thing.

  “So, tell me again? What were you saying? Hmmm…” I taunted, spreading her legs to the sides of my shoulders. I kissed along her knee and made my way down, slowly. “Something about not being desperate?” I repeated, wanting her words to sink in.

  Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh. I roughly bit the soft, tender area and she whimpered in response. I licked and nibbled around it to make it better. I glanced up at her with a mischievous glare, making sure to lick my lips as I made my way down to where she wanted me the most.

  Her pussy.

  I kissed her pubic area, she was trimmed and I appreciated the effort, although hair didn’t bother me much.

  Pussy was pussy.

  “That feel good?” I provoked, faintly kissing her clit that was still exposed from our last session.

  She moaned and her head fell back.

  I silently laughed as she gyrated her hips against the bed, a silent plea to keep going. “Because…” I tenderly licked her nub.

  Exactly the way she wanted me to.

  Exactly the way she loved.

  “From where I’m lapping…” I murmured, sucking her clit into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her for a few seconds as her legs tightened around me.

  “I can smell…” I added, shoving my tongue into her opening, pushing it in and out a few times before suddenly moving away.

  She immediately looked up at me, bewildered and aroused.

  I nodded toward her. “The desperation is all fucking over you,” I viciously spewed, kissing the air and standing. I turned and grabbed my keys and headed toward the door.

  “Oh my God!” she screamed out in frustration but also in urgency. She was like a bitch in heat. She wanted me to treat her like a play-toy.

  They all do.

  I turned and grinned. “Not God, darlin’, Dylan,” I stated, winking at her one last time and getting the fuck out of there. Women could turn violent real quick. I got in my car and sped down the road faster than a bat out of Hell, making it back to my apartment with plenty of time to spare before our flight left that afternoon. She didn’t live far from campus, Daddy wanted to keep her close.

  I walked into my apartment that I still shared with Jacob, except Austin was our new roommate since Lucas moved back to Oak Island. He wanted to step up and help raise his son, Mason. I for one commended him for it. Plus, he wanted to help out with his mom and Lily, who was now a sixteen-year-old young woman that Jacob couldn’t stop playing this cat-and-mouse game with. It was only a matter of time before he wouldn’t be able to keep his dick in his pants.

  Despite my not so subtle warnings.

  “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Speaking of the devil, Jacob.

  I put my hands in the air. “What the fuck did I do now? I just got here.”

  His friend Troy was on the couch with his girlfriend sitting beside him. I never told Jacob, but she came on to me the last time they were here. When he and Troy left to go buy more beer, I let her suck my cock. It was none of my goddamn business, and if Troy couldn’t see what a slut she was, then that was his problem not mine. At least I didn’t fuck her, even though she begged me to.

  Austin was lying on the other couch, and he looked high as shit. God knows what the hell he was taking now. He was never the same after the car accident and we all knew it, especially me.

  Jacob followed me into my bedroom.

  “How was last night?”

  I smiled.

  “You know that’s probably going to come back and bite you in the ass, right? I mean fucking the professor’s daughter. That’s quite a stupid move, even for you.”

  I shrugged. “I’m not worried about it.” I wasn’t.

  “Of course, you’re not. Was it at least worth it?”

  “Nothin’ to call home about.” I zipped my duffle bag.

  He laughed. “You’re such an asshole. I have no idea how you score as much pussy as you do. Everyone knows you’re a dick.”

  “And that’s exactly why. I don’t give a fuck what people think, especially women.”

  “You’re worse than you were in high school. You’re aware of that, right? Isn’t college supposed to make something out of you?”

  I chuckled. “It made something out of me, I’m just not quite sure what that is yet.”

  He sat on the edge of my bed. “You all packed?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “So, you ready for this week? You know Alex would understand if you stayed back. You sure—”

  “I’m sure.”

  He nodded, understanding. “You know this probably doesn’t make a difference, but Aubrey was fine with us staying at their apartment. Half-Pint even said she seemed somewhat excited.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed. “You’re right, it doesn’t make one damn bit of difference. How many times do I have to tell you, Jacob? She was just a girl I used to fuck.”

  He sighed, not believing my poker-face. I barely believed the shit that spewed out of my mouth when it came to her.

  It didn’t matter how many women I had been balls deep in since her.

  I. Always. Saw. Her. Face.

  Their plane landed forty-five minutes ago.

  They would be here any second.

  I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life, not that I ever slept well anymore to begin with. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept more than three or four hours straight, or didn’t wake up from a nightmare.

  I paced around the living room anxiously waiting. Alex was in her bedroom with Cole. Yes, that same Cole that made Lucas’ life a living Hell in high school now kept Alex warm at night. I couldn’t blame her. Lucas fucked up royally. She was just moving on with her life. It only took nineteen, almost twenty years for her to finally do so.

  I liked Cole.

  He was good to her.

  But he wasn’t Lucas, and I knew that as much as she did.

  “Alright, darlin’,” Cole said, walking into the living room.

  I internally cringed every time I heard him call her that.

  “I’ll see you later.” He kissed her. “See ya, Aubrey.” He nodded toward me and left.

  “Cole doesn’t want to make best friends with the boys before he leaves?” I teased, sitting on the couch, placing my legs under me.

  Alex was as perceptive as they come. She already knew I was freaking the fuck out without even witnessing it.

  “Hardly,” she chuckled, sitting the same way I was on the armchair. “By the way, the boys don’t exactly know that Cole and I are,” she hesitated for a few seconds, debating on what to say, “dating.”

  I grinned. “Now, why is that, Half-Pint?”

  She cocked her head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “Is that the third or fourth outfit you’ve changed into?” She eyed me up and down.

  I stopped smiling.

  “I’m just kidding. I’m sure Dylan will appreciate whatever you’re wearing, Aubrey.”

  “Alex, Dylan and I haven’t spoken in almost two years. That’s the only reason I’m nervous to see him. Don’t read too much into it,” I sternly advised.

  “I don’t want to fight, okay? I love both of you, but I’ll never understand why you’re not together. You haven’t been with anyone since him. Aubrey, you barely leave our apartment, so you’re obviously not moving on for a reason. Why don’t you ask yourself what that is?”

  I shook my head. “Half-Pint, don’t talk about things you don’t know about.”

  “Then tell me so I do,” she challenged, placing her hand on her hip.

  I was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. My heart dropped. Alex took in my pale face but didn’t say anything. She got off the couch to open the door. Every step she took I felt my resolve crumble a little more.

  I can’t do this.

  I got off the couch to rush to my bedroom, but I wasn’t quick enough. She opened the door, and I stopped dead in my tracks in the entrance.

  “Half-Pint!” Jacob greeted, making her squeal when he picked her up off the ground.

  My heart was beating out of my chest, echoing in the room. The room began to close in on me. I tightly shut my eyes, trying to catch my bearings. My skin felt cold and clammy, I thought I was going to pass out. I heard Austin’s voice next, waiting for Dylan’s.

  As if reading my mind, Alex asked, “Where’s Dylan?”

  “Oh,” Jacob muttered. “Umm… he had some shit to take care of or something. He will be here later.”

  I instinctively turned, locking eyes with Jacob. Austin lightly backhanded him in the stomach.

  “Why you lying? Half-Pint, you know how Dylan is, he has pussy in every zip code. He’s with some chick who picked us up from the airport, he’ll be back once he’s done with her.”

  Jacob’s face frowned and his shoulders hunched over. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, shaking his head.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and faintly smiled. “Some things never change, huh?”

  Austin glanced over at me like he just realized I was standing there and remorse spread throughout his entire expression.

  “Shit, Aubrey, I didn’t—”

  “How was your flight?” I interrupted Austin, wanting nothing more than to change the subject.

  They recovered quickly, but for the few moments they all looked at me with pity. I hated myself a little more.

  “It was great,” Jacob chimed in, pulling me into a hug.

  I despised being touched, but I let him because what else could I do? Austin was next. They both lingered with their arms around me for far too long. Which only made me want to shower again.

  “So,” I breathed out, trying to steady my nerves from their hands being on me. “What do you guys have planned?”

  “I thought I would show them around,” Alex chimed in. “Want to come?”

  I shook my head. “Nah, I gotta study. Finals and stuff are coming up. You guys have fun though. We’ll catch up later.”

  Alex nodded, and I left to go to my room. The last thing I wanted was to see the look on their faces, once was enough. I took another hot shower and changed into some cotton shorts and a tank. The only time I ever wore revealing clothing was when I was by myself in my safe space. I threw the stupid yellow dress I bought in the farthest end of my closet and studied all day, locked in my room.

  I yawned, reading the time on my phone, seeing it was almost one in the morning, and I hadn’t heard anyone come home yet. My stomach rumbled, so I set aside my textbook and got up to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. I rummaged through the upper cabinets, trying to decide what I wanted, when the door opened.

  “Half-Pint, do you know where my cereal is?” I asked, stepping higher on the tips of my toes searching the back.

  “Still eating Lucky Charms?”

  I froze.

  Dylan.

  I felt him come up behind me, the smell of him muffled by the stench of a woman’s cheap perfume. My breathing hitched when the warmth of his chest pressed against my bare back, my eyes falling to his strong hand resting against the counter.

  Why did he have this effect on me, still?

  He reached up behind me, skimming my shoulder to grab my Lucky Charms and set it in front of my face.

  He leaned in close to my ear, his breath hitting the side of my neck causing shivers to course through my entire body. He chuckled when he noticed the hair on my arms standing up.

  “I didn’t know we were havin’ a slumber party, darlin’." He softly caressed along my arm where my hairs were standing at attention. “Although, I did always prefer it when you slept naked,” he groaned, igniting a tingling feeling deep within my belly.

  God, I hadn’t felt that in such a long time.

  The front door opened again and he moved away from me rather quickly, taking my cereal with him. I turned around and our eyes connected immediately. He bit his lower lip and looked me up and down, making me feel naked.

  Damn, he looked good.

  His hair was blonder than I remembered, and he had it tied up in a high bun on his head. His eyes were a soft color of honey with a glossy glare, which I assumed were the after effects of alcohol. I had never seen him with facial hair before, all sorts of blonde and brown mixed along his upper lip and along his chin. He was wearing a tight white shirt that accented his defined arms that were a lot bigger since the last time I saw him.

  My boy grew up.

  He was a man now, a devastatingly handsome man, in a rough and rugged kind of way.

  He grinned, taking pieces of my cereal to his mouth, purposely licking his lips when he realized I was looking him over.

  “Dylan!” Alex exclaimed, breaking

my trancelike state.

  He set down my cereal on the counter next to him and picked her up off the floor. I yearned for him to do the same to me.

  After everything…

  I still loved him.

  I still loved him so much.

  He didn’t take his eyes off of me as he held Alex in his arms. I wondered if the same thoughts were going through his mind.

  “Half-Pint, look at you all grown up,” he stated as he took her in.

  “You say that every time you see me,” she giggled, looking back over at me. “I see you’ve been reacquainted.”

  He narrowed his eyes, waiting for me to say something.

  “Hey, McGraw,” was all I managed to get out.

  He flinched, pushing off the counter with my cereal in his hands, stopping when he was right in front of me. I gripped the counter, my legs suddenly feeling weak.

  He cocked his head to the side, tugging on the ends of my hair. He leaned in like he was going to kiss my cheek.

  "I remember when you used to grip my cock that hard," he rasped, gesturing to my hands white knuckling the counter.

  I gasped, taken aback. I didn't realize I was holding on so tight. I released the counter and warmth took over my cheeks. He handed me my cereal, letting his grasp linger, mimicking the hold he still had on my heart.

  He left me standing there in shock.

  For the first time in years, I had no idea who he was anymore.

  We had been in California for almost a week and had one day left. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Aubrey since that night in the kitchen. I avoided her like the plague.

  As far as I was concerned, there was nothing left to say to her.

  “You’re such an asshole,” Jacob stated.

  I grinned. “Why, whatever do you mean?” I asked with a smartass tone, pulling some random pussy to my side.

  “How many girls do you plan on fucking while we’re here? Are you trying to make your way through the sorority house or just continue to piss off Aubrey?”

  I laughed. “This has nothing to do with her.”

  “It has everything to do with her. She’s staring at you right now. The hurt look on her face pains me, Dylan, and I have nothing to do with it.”