come into view, the fingernails are painted bright pink. There is no way Demi would be caught dead wearing that color polish. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear polish. Whoever this girl is, her nails are long and lethal like talons. Demi’s are short and blunt. Kind of like mine. It’s difficult to play sports with long-ass claws. Especially soccer.
Since I’m not sure who I’m dealing with, I carefully wrap my fingers around slender wrists and pry them from my ribcage before turning around. What I find is a toothy brunette smiling coyly at me. She’s wearing a low-cut top that displays a ton of cleavage. Not wanting her to get the wrong impression, I take a hasty step in retreat. She’s got a hungry look about her as if she’ll devour me whole if I give her the green light to proceed. I’m half-afraid she’ll do it regardless.
“Hi, Rowan.” She flutters her fingers in a wave. “I was hoping to run into you.”
Since I live here, the odds of that happening were stacked in her favor.
“Hey.” My athletic bag is still slung across my shoulder. I slide it in front of me as a barrier. This girl is probably a foot shorter than I am and weighs half as much. It’s not like I couldn’t fight her off if I had to. But there’s a determined look in her eyes as if she’s a woman on a mission, and I’ve dealt with enough girls since stepping foot on campus to know which ones are more tenacious and have a harder time taking no for an answer.
I almost shake my head. That sounds crazy. Most guys would be more than happy to take this chick up on anything she’s offering for the night.
Guess I’m not most guys.
She steps toward me, closing the small amount of distance I’ve managed to put between us. Her titties bounce as she moves. I have some serious doubts that she’s wearing a bra.
Not that I’m looking.
Fine, so maybe I glanced. It’s kind of hard not to.
With a seductive grin, her manicured fingers graze over her flat belly and ribcage before settling on her chest. One pink-tipped finger swirls around her nipple until it hardens. She reaches up with her other hand, plucking at both breasts until the tips are poking out of the front of her T-shirt like headlights.
My tongue darts out to moisten my lips. “Ummm...”
“Trust me, they’re even more spectacular up close and personal.”
I clear my throat. “I’m, ah, not interested. But thanks.” I take another step away before the situation can escalate.
Her fingers go to the hem of her shirt. “Maybe you should see them for yourself.”
“No,” I shake my head, “that’s not really—”
“Or maybe you could pretend to have a little bit of self-respect and take the hint. He’s already told you that he’s not interested.”
Oh, fuck.
Well, this isn’t good. Even though I’m relieved to see Demi, the last thing I want is for her to jump to the wrong conclusion. She plasters a smile on her face before turning to the busty brunette who has thankfully released the bottom of her shirt.
The other girl frowns before flicking a long sheath of hair over her shoulder. “Who are you?”
Demi’s lips slide into a smile as she threads her arm through mine. “I’m Rowan’s girlfriend.”
The brunette’s eyes widen. She blinks a few times as if she must have heard incorrectly before throwing a frown in my direction. “You have a girlfriend?”
“Yup.” I grin, thrilled that Demi has admitted the truth. “I sure do.” I smack a kiss on her cheek for good measure.
“You didn’t mention it,” she says with a pout.
“I’m sure he was,” Demi’s gaze drops to the other girl’s breasts, “distracted.”
The brunette smiles as if given a compliment. “Thank you!” She reaches up and brushes her fingers over her breasts until her nips are once again standing at attention. “They’re amazing, aren’t they?”
Demi’s brow furrows as she openly stares at the other girl’s boobs as if seriously considering the question. I’m going to be totally honest here...I’m not sure what’s going on.
I’m a little uncomfortable.
And turned on.
This is so wrong.
“Yeah, they are,” she finally admits.
The other girl drops her voice as she sidles closer to her. “Any chance you’re interested in a threesome?”
“Sorry,” Demi shakes her head, “I’m not into sharing.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, her gaze lingering on me as if undressing me with her eyes. “I can understand why you would feel that way. My name is