Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) (3 page)

A week passed and then two, and I saw no sign of Luke.
Maybe he'd moved on. Maybe his family had moved again, although I couldn't
imagine a guy his age trailing along with his family when he was already in
college. Then again, Luke didn't appear overly concerned with his college
classes or GPA. He hadn't shown up in advanced chemistry. Of course, my
curiosity often got the best of me and I would wonder where he was and what he
was doing. Within a few days, the hoopla regarding me had calmed down.

Rugby season was underway, with an upcoming game
scheduled for this coming Thursday night. Boston U had disbanded their football
team back in the late 90s, but rugby had soon taken its place as one of the
favorite sporting events and venues on campus. I wasn't that interested in the
history of the rugby team per se, but I did know that for four years, they had
not played. This year, they were slated to compete in the Collegiate Rugby
Championship.

Actually, the Boston College Rugby Football Club had
been founded in the late 1960s with a rather impressive history. I knew that
the club competed in the East Coast Rugby Conference Division I, with leagues
playing every fall and with tournaments in the spring, but not much more. I was
not an avid sports fan, though I often did attend school sporting events with
my sorority sisters. Not so much because I was interested in the standings, but
of course, admiring the players while supporting school spirit at the same
time. The girls and I were set to go to this week’s game, only one day away.

I had forcefully pushed Luke to the back of my
thoughts, unless I was using him in my sexual fantasies just as callously and
casually as he had used me. At first, I had found the thought of masturbating
embarrassing, but what the hell? No one knew, it satisfied my urges, and didn't
hurt anyone, so what was the big deal? I hadn't seen him around, not even a
glimpse, but for some reason, I had a feeling that I hadn't seen the last of
Luke Bradford.

None of my sorority sisters were going out with anyone
steady. Like Luke, they were playing the field, although not to the extremes
that he had. They had each gone out on a few dates, offered a few liberties,
but nothing extreme. Like other young women our age, my sorority sisters
admired the male form just as much as anyone else, but there were standards,
after all. While we teased and encouraged each other, I knew that every one of
us was careful with what we gave away, so to speak. I had learned my lesson and
wouldn't get caught "giving it away" quite so easily the next time.
Perhaps that was all part of learning and growing up. I had allowed my imagination
to run wild. I had allowed my sense of being attractive and desirable to a guy
get to my head.

At any rate, the rugby game would be a good
distraction. Next week, I planned on looking for a part-time job to supplement
my income. My parents did everything they could to help support payment of the
small portion of my tuition left after the scholarship funds took their chunk
out of it. They also tried to help pay for books and supplies, but I also
wanted to do my part.

In the meantime, my boy-hunting escapades were over. I
wasn't going to waste my time on such foolishness when the end results were
less than stellar. Besides, even though Luke met two of the criteria on my
list, he was basically a creep. There was no guarantee he would meet any of the
other stipulations. Maybe if he hadn’t treated me the way he had, I might have
felt softer toward him, but to be honest, I was still smarting. Besides, I had
never chased after any guy and I certainly wasn't going to start now. If anyone
was going to do the chasing, it was a guy who was so interested in me that he
couldn't get me out of his mind.

While I did realize that my criteria could be a little
confusing, I did have my reasons. To me, there is a big difference between a
guy who was attractive to other women and who knew how to please a woman and
one who indiscriminately slept with anything that had a vagina. That was not
the kind of guy I had intended to include on my list of quality attributes.

Anyway, I had studying to do, but come Thursday night,
I was determined to enjoy one of the first at-home rugby games of the season,
if for no other reason than to offer a distraction to myself.

Actually, there is quite an interesting history about
Boston University Terriers, the school’s universal team nickname, with their scarlet
and white colors. I was familiar with the “Go BU” fight song, but what it
fascinated me the first time I'd heard the story was that the school mascot was
named Rhett the Boston terrier. The name "Rhett" was actually in a
reference to one of my favorite romances of all time,
Gone with the Wind
, because, according to school lore, no one loved
Scarlett more than Rhett. It was an interesting story, and one that I found
romantic in nature, so naturally it had captured by heart and my loyalty.

*

By Thursday evening, all of us were excited about the
upcoming game. The campus was alive with excitement, school spirit, and of
course, banners with the scarlet and white school colors hanging everywhere.
Even I found myself getting into the spirit. Although it was a crisp and rather
chilly fall day, I knew that being outside would do me good. It always did.
Back home, I had often spent many of my evenings, even in the winter, walking
outside, which served as a perfect opportunity to recap my day, refresh my mind,
and boost my spirits and enthusiasm for whatever was coming up the following
day or week.

Actually, I did prefer to be alone most of the time,
and while I really enjoyed the company of my sorority sisters, there were times
when I simply relished my solitude. For that reason, but not the only one, I
found it easier to attempt to shove thoughts of Luke to the back of my mind.
When he did come to the forefront, I forced myself to remember that
relationships also came with complications. Who needed the complication of
sharing histories, dreams, and aspirations – not that Luke had done any sharing
whatsoever on our first and only date. He was still as much of a mystery to me
as he had been when he’d come to pick me up on his motorcycle.

That evening, as we all donned our jackets and
prepared to walk to campus together and over to the field, thoughts of Luke
were far from my mind. The girls were excited, laughing, joking, and teasing
one another. The closer we got to campus, the busier it got. A line of cars
threaded their way down and around the block encompassing the field, waiting
their turn to pull into the parking lot. Students, teachers, and staff were
also seen, some walking alone, others in pairs or small groups, toward the
field. It was the first big game of the year, so naturally enthusiasm and
excitement was high.

As the girls and I threaded our way through the crowd,
all of us holding hands so that we wouldn't get separated, I began to feel the
thrill of excitement. The school band played at the far side of the field,
providing entertainment for the crowd before the game actually started. The
stadium lights shone down on the grass field, which to me looked exactly like a
football field, although the markings were a bit different. The metal bleachers
were filling up quickly, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be
standing room only. The three snack bars sent a variety of odors wafting into
the air: hot dogs, popcorn, and funnel cakes were the usual fare.

As we rounded a cluster of cars to make our way toward
one of the main entrances to the field, I pulled up short. There, not twenty
feet away, I saw a couple standing near the trunk of a car. They were wrapped
in each other's embrace, kissing passionately, not caring who watched. I felt
like a voyeur, but couldn't tear my eyes away. Had Luke and I looked just like
that? If somebody had seen us in the woods that night, would they have seen the
same passion, the same desire? I paused, staring, and the others felt the tug
on their hands and also stopped, turned, and looked.

At that moment, while the kiss continued, the guy
stroked his hand up the girl’s butt, her lower back, and then upward toward her
chest, finally resting on top of one. I knew he was groping her breast.

"Oh my God," Desiree snickered. "Why
don't they just get a room, for crying out loud?"

Selena chuckled. "I'm sure the backseat of the
car would suit their purposes just fine."

A number of whistles and catcalls were issued by
passerbys
who briefly stared at the couple making out,
laughed and shook their heads, and then continued on toward the field.

"Come on, Jessica, let's go grab a seat before
they're all gone," Becky suggested.

I had just begun to agree when the couple making out
shifted slightly and I saw the guy's arm. A full sleeve tattoo. My heart
thudded in my chest. Could it be? Was that guy making out with the long-haired
blonde a short distance away Luke? More than one guy on campus had full sleeve
tattoos. In truth, the last time I had seen him, he had been with the gorgeous brunette.
The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. "Is that Luke?"

This time the girls paused again, all of them, and
turned toward the couple. Desiree tilted her head slightly. "It looks like
him from the back, but I can't tell for sure."

"You want me to go up and ask?" Selena
asked.

I gave her look and shook my head. “No, I don't."
As I watched, the guy broke the kiss and straightened. He said something to the
woman, then laughed, throwing his head back and glancing briefly toward the
rugby field. My heart dropped. The profile was unmistakable. "It is
Luke," I said, dismayed.

"Come on, Jessica, he's just a loser."

While I subconsciously agreed with Selena, I couldn't
help secretly burning for him. Despite my anger, my humiliation, and the fact that
I had been used and dumped, I was still incredibly attracted to Luke, and I
just couldn't figure it out. I had never been sexually motivated, and this new
realization left me confused.

"What a jerk," Becky commented, shaking her
head. "Come on, Jessica, don't let them bother you. Good thing you don't
have to deal with him anymore. He's nothing but trouble."

I allowed the others to pull me toward the rugby
field, but despite the fact that I was no longer ogling Luke and whatever girl
he was out with tonight, I still couldn’t get him out of my mind. Much as I
wanted to banish him from my thoughts, he seemed to have taken up permanent
residence. I couldn't stop thinking about his tattoos, his hair, those eyes,
and that sexy smile of his. Never in my life had I experienced such thrilling
sensations and I wasn't sure if I ever would again. Why
oh
why did my first experience with some of the best earth-shattering sex I had
ever experienced have to be associated with such a jerk like Luke?

I sighed, struggling with my emotions. It was like I
sat on a fence, being pulled one way, then the other. On the one side, I
continually tried to fight my sexual attraction to Luke, and on the other, my
logical
self argued
that he was nothing but a loser,
a jerk, a douche bag. Still, every time I wavered one way or the other, I
remembered the feel of his fingers on my breasts, the touch of his warm lips
and tongue in and on my mouth, and most importantly, the way he had filled me
so completely and thoroughly, offering me the greatest pleasure I had ever
known.

I followed the girls as they found a spot on the
bleachers and made their way up. Though I pretended to watch the game, my
thoughts were continually distracted. I tried to find Luke in the crowd, but it
was impossible. There were just too many people. A whistle blew and I focused
my gaze on the field. Why was I beating myself up? Why was I torturing myself
over someone who was a shallow as Luke Bradford? I deserved better than that.

Chapter 6

"Don't look now, but one of the rugby players has
been unobtrusively, or maybe not so much, been trying to catch Jessica's
attention for the past ten minutes," Selena commented during halftime.

I made a face and rolled my eyes at her. "And
what makes you think he's looking at me and not you?"

"Because I've smiled and batted my eyes at him
several times and he's not the least bit interested. In fact, just now he
pointed at you when I looked at him."

"Seriously?" Becky commented, looking over
the players sitting on the benches lining the side of the field. “Which
one?"

"Number Fifteen, on the bench, third from the
right on the end."

All of us looked toward Number Fifteen. He had dirty
blond hair, wet from sweat. His broad shoulders filled out his scarlet red
shirt with a white stripe on the shoulders. I could see the bunch of trapezius
muscles creating of a V-shape along his upper back and down toward his spine.
When he stood with other members of the team to gather around the coach, his
shorts displayed muscular thighs and massive calves outlined by his knee-high
red socks.

"Well, isn't he a fine specimen of a man?"
Desiree said, her appreciative gaze passing over him as well as his teammates.
She glanced at Selena. "Are you sure he’s ogling Jessica?"

She said it in such a tone that made me glance at her,
eyebrows raised.

She laughed. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that,
Jessica, sorry! It's just that Selena and I've been sitting over here, trying
to catch their attention, any of them actually, and not one has so much as
glanced at us. What kind of vibes are you sending out lately?"