Finding A Way (6 page)

I stare
at the wooden French doors in shock.
What the fuck just happened?
I know I insulted the girl, but damn. If any other chick ever talked to me like that I would be fuming, but with her, I actually feel a little bad. I didn't mean to insult her. I was only having a little fun.

I assumed she was one of those rich, high society bitches by the looks of the damn mansion she lives in. I found it kind of odd when I first saw her walk out her front door rocking chucks, jeans shorts, and a black crop top. I had all these ideas of what Callie would look like in my mind, but none held a candle to the real thing... guess I was pretty fucking wrong.

I stub out my smoke, looking up into the night sky, taking a long deep breath. When Evan asked me to come up here and help him out so he wasn't stuck with two chicks the whole trip, I was happy to help him. His girlfriend Sierra is pretty cool. Not my type, but hey, to each his own. I prefer a little more meat on my women which Sierra lacks. She’s thin and tall. Legs for days though, that I do appreciate.

Her friend, Callie, on the other hand…she's the way I like them. Enough curves for me to grab on to as I fuck the sense out of her, and those baby blue eyes which I could get lost in without even trying. And let’s not forget those plump lips that were begging for me to suck into my mouth. She’s what dreams are made of.

I think my cock was hard before I even met her in person. Sierra wouldn't shut the fuck up about how good looking her damn friend was the past two weeks. She kept making Evan promise he wouldn't even pass her a second glance. Me, I planned on giving her plenty of glances if she had any of the sexy attributes Sierra described. Who knows, maybe I'd even give her the night of her life.

When she walked out her front door though, My mouth hit her perfectly maintained driveway. Sierra's vivid description didn't even do this girl justice. She was beautiful. It's rare I use the term, but it was the only way to describe her. Light skin complemented by long auburn hair which cascaded down her back. Killer chest with a tight, flat stomach, followed by wide hips and thick short legs. She’s every man's wet dream. Those damn blue eyes drew me in the minute I saw them. A mixture of dark and light that reminded me of the ocean—or some other sappy shit. She’s the perfect woman, and I knew I would have to have her sooner or later.

What I didn't expect was the little fire she burnt me with when she called me out for judging her. I'm guessing from her little rant she went on, her parents are the ritzy type and she’s the black sheep of the pretty little family portrait.

I run my hands through my hair roughly. I should apologize. She opened her home to me, even if it isn't technically hers. I haven't been in a place this nice since I was young. The nice house wasn't mine, so to say, but a foster home I got placed in for a while
.

In talking to her tonight, I played around first, seeing what her reaction would be if I told her what I wanted from her. As much as I know she wanted it too, she friend-zoned me and changed the subject, dodging what I said like a speeding bullet.

I grab the empty bottles, tossing them in the trash can near the door before padding around the house looking for Callie. I hear the sound of water running coming from a room at the end of the long hall. I tap on the door hoping it's her and not her parents, home to find some stranger in their house. I rap my knuckles lightly again when I don't get a response.

"One second!" she yells. It sounds like she’s rushing out of the shower. I hear her turn off the water and open the shower door. More rustling sounds from inside. Soon the door handle clicks and I pull myself back from it.

She opens the white door, seeming surprised that it's me standing here. "Uh, Mac… What are you...Is everything okay?" She asks me nervously while I take in what of her body I can see peeking out from the cracked open door.

She's in a white bath towel, wrapped tightly around her chest. Her petite shoulders are bare and her long red hair is almost black-looking from the water. She’s sexy as sin, and I want nothing more than to shove her back in the door and fuck her in the shower until she can’t walk.

She watches me drink in all of her gorgeous features. "My bad, I'm not sure what I was thinking with you in the shower. I just wanted to talk about the shit that happened outside."

She stares up at me with wide innocent doe-eyes. She seems flustered, fumbling with her words. She’s so damn beautiful and I doubt she even knows it. I smirk at how much I affect her already. She may be mad I insulted her outside, but she still wants it. She still wants me. I can almost smell it on her. I pick up on the little things, like her breath quickening, or how dry her lips get around me. If she was any other woman on the planet, I'd have her naked already. Hell, I'd have her naked anyway if she didn't hate me right now.

"Uh…yeah, it's fine. Give me a minute and I'll be out." She waves her hand, gesturing to her lack of clothing.

I follow her hand, watching the beads of water which pool down on her chest. Her body teases me, yet she’s completely unaware of it herself. I restrain myself from mauling her like an animal, instead giving her a nod of approval.

I make my way to the guest room and take a seat on the neatly made bed. I examine the room. The walls are a clean shade of white whereas the carpet is a deep shade of brown. There is a large espresso colored dresser against one wall and a matching armoire opposite of it. This place screams money, but as nice as it is, I’m still uncomfortable as fuck.

My parents were pieces of shit who put me in the system before I was even born. I couldn't even tell you their real names or what they looked like if I tried. I spent my childhood growing up in foster homes that only saw me as a paycheck. Every home I was placed in gave me back within a year. No one wanted a bastard child despite how much money they were making by dealing with me.

After years of getting into fights, doing drugs and getting arrested multiple times, a couple wanted to adopt me. This came as a shock. I remember wondering why the hell does somebody want me? It had to be a mistake, but it wasn't; the Davis family adopted me when I was sixteen years old and they actually kept me. They didn't give up on me after twelve months. Instead, they helped me find things to do so I wasn't getting in as much trouble, although it didn’t last long once I moved to the city at twenty one years old.

We lived in Vermont in a small but decent house in the suburbs, and it was there I learned to use my hands. My foster father showed me how to tear down anything with an engine and then put it back together. The day I laid eyes on his 69' Ford Mustang was the day I fell in love with cars. I loved caressing all those beautiful automobiles and getting to fix them. They were my life, next to women of course. Almost all women love a nice car no matter what they said. If you had a nice car, their panties dropped to the floor in record time…and I always had nice cars.

A soft knock on the bedroom door lets me know Callie is there. She stands in the doorway watching me reminisce.

"Hey, look, I’m no good at this shit, but what I said out there was wrong. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I really appreciate ya letting me crash here." I try to sound genuine. I really am sorry, but I can’t say it. I'm just not used to having to apologize.

I notice she's dressed now instead of in a towel. I feel myself getting hard just at the sight. She's wearing a long, oversized shirt which stops about mid-thigh. I examine it a little closer focusing on the bare skin that's exposed. The thought of her bare underneath is a total turn on. I quickly avert my eyes when she moves closer. She takes a seat next to me on the bed, silently confirming she didn’t pour fire ants in my sheets when she stormed into the house earlier.
Thank fucking God for that.

"It's all right. I guess I overreacted a little. It's been a long day, and I'm nervous to leave tomorrow," she replies, lying back on the bed and throwing her arms above her head. Her movement causes her sleep shirt to rise up her thighs a little more and I get more curious.

I sneak a quick peek to see if she is wearing shorts under there. I still see none.
Fuck me
. I suppress the groan which tries escape from my throat, my cock jumping to life. She's not wearing any. Jesus. She's gorgeous the way it is, but now knowing she's in bed with me with no pants on, that's an entirely different story. I manage to form words after a good minute of attempting to calm myself, not that it worked, but something is better than nothing at this point.

"Thanks for being so cool about it. You have Sierra and Evan, and I live about ten minutes off campus myself. So, if you ever need anything you have more than enough friends to help you out."

She glances in my direction, humor registering on her shining face. She smiles for the first time since she walked in the room, and I swear…it's the moment I know will change everything. This girl is way too good for just a quick fuck, despite my first thoughts. She's the kind of woman you spend the rest of your life worshiping. The type of woman men write sad songs about when she breaks their heart. The kind that once you get her in your arms, you never let go of. Her smile lights up her entire face in some sort of way I didn't even know existed. She's fucking beautiful when she smiles.

"After our last talk, I didn't think you'd want to be friends. Especially since I'm all rich and high class," she says, letting out a small giggle.

It’s the cutest fucking giggle I have ever heard. Normally women that giggle piss me off. There’s nothing more annoying than trying to get off and the bitch can’t stop giggling like a twelve-year-old, but with her I swear I could listen to that sound until I die. I blow out a breath, laying my head in my hands. I feel like an asshole all over again.

"I didn't mean to..."

I’m cut off by her sitting up and shuffling over to my side of the bed, opening her arms and inviting me inside them. What the hell is she doing? I start asking her, but she interrupts me quickly. I snap my mouth shut.

"It's a hug Mac. It's something friends do, and assuming we're friends now, I'm expecting one from you. So, come here and accept my peace offering, tough guy."

The smile which breaks across her face as I lean in to accept her offer mesmerizes me once again. If I had her, no amount of time would ever be enough. I want every single piece of this girl. The good, the bad, and the crazy. My heart swells inside my chest when her small arms wrap around my midsection. This girl isn't just hot. She's beautiful, kind, and funny.

And as much as I try to tell myself I only want her for one night, the truth is…I'm completely fucked.