inch of her pussy rolled over and over in my head. I chewed on my thumbnail as my mind reeled. Damn, her pussy was wet, soft, and tight as hell. And the way she threw her ass at me while riding my hand… I had to have cum in my damn pants. What was it about this girl that had me bugging out?
Just as Brielle began closing the show, Aivery stumbled to the bathroom. I followed her, planting myself by the door to be sure she was okay. By the time she was done, the stage was being emptied.
“I think I’m drunk.” Aivery burped along with her confession.
Me, too. But not from alcohol.
Of course, I couldn’t share that. Instead, I pulled her hair from her face and smiled. Aivery was drunk.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“No! I want to hang out with everybody!” she whined. “Al and Dre aren’t going back to campus to crash.”
They weren’t. “You sure you’re up for that?”
“Yea—” She hiccupped. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Just promise no more drinking and that you’ll let me know the minute you’ve had enough.”
“I promise.” She moved into my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist when she declared it.
“Alright!” I shouted. “BSU crew, onward and upward.”
“Okay!” Andrea trilled. “I’ve got to pee first.”
“Me, too,” Karmen followed.
“Damn,” Dre huffed. “Y’all can’t hold shit!”
Old school slow jams floated from beneath the door before he pulled it open.
His face balled, nose turned up. “Where’s your luggage?” I turned to the side to give him a view of my book bag. The muscles in his face relaxed, mouth dropped. “A Panthers book bag is your luggage?”
I shrugged. “I don’t have anything else.”
His eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Come in. Let me see what I have.”
I followed him inside, eyes stupidly going to his wide shoulders, watching them sway as he walked down the hall. He was dressed in sweatpants, Timberland boots and a black, wife-beater t-shirt. Ashton turned up his Jersey swag.
“Why are you looking around like that?” he asked over his shoulders, brows forming a line. I didn’t realize he’d been watching me. “You look spooked.”
“I’m seeing who all is coming.” I wanted to know.
“Coming where?”
“To the airport.” I shrugged. “To Jersey?”
Forehead still tight, but now his eyes narrowed into a smile. “No one. Who else would be coming to Jersey?”
“Dre lives there.”
He opened the door to a small closet and dropped to squat. “Dre left for the airport this morning…very hungover, too,” he mumbled.
I swallowed. “What about Aivery?”
“What about her?”
“Are you two spending Thanksgiving together?”
“Not this year, no.” Then he stood with a black leather duffle bag. His face opened to a smile. “Did you think Aivery could save you from my company, tomboy?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so stupid,” I whispered, turning away.
Why did I not get upset when he called me that?
I felt him sauntering my way. Ashton pulled me into his tall, hard body. “Why didn’t you meet up with us at the Warehouse?” he asked, nose to my nose.
“Because your friends didn’t want me there.”
The Warehouse was an off-campus spot where the BSU Greeks held their parties, at least that’s what Samantha told me. Apparently, Ashton’s fraternity and Aivery’s sorority threw a pre-Thanksgiving bash there. Samantha and her friends went. She invited me to go with them, but I’d gone to the concert with my “boyfriend.” Then ShawnNicole said they were stopping there on a bar hop after the concert and invited me to come with their crew after and bring my “boyfriend.” That was impossible, so I told her we had plans for after the show. So, after the concert, I had the driver drop me off in the back of Greener, hoping no one saw how much earlier I’d come in.
“I wanted you there.”
My eyes crawled up his tall body. “To do what you did to me at the concert?”
His forehead stretched. “You had a problem with what I did to you last night?” I nodded. “What?”
“You left me.”
His hard breath hit my face as his eyes closed. “That shit was harder than a muthafucka. You have no idea.”
I cleared my throat. “I do.” My eyes attention fell to the bag. “Are you giving me this for the trip?”
I snatched the ribbed leather duffle from him, trying to cool the mood. This shit was too weird with Ashton. Trying to play it off, I inspected the bag as though it mattered. Anything he gave was fine, I was sure. I played it cool when I saw the Louis