Waiting on Forever (18 page)

“So, even though you want it, don’t seem desperate. Let him work for it,” Kayla tells me as we walk up the front steps of the football house.

“Um, thanks. I think I can handle it from here,” I respond, rolling my eyes with a smirk.

I may have needed a little help in the looking sexy department, but when it comes to relationship advice and how to deal with guys, Kayla is not one that I’m going to be taking pointers from.

“Suit yourself,” she says with a grin, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she struts herself into the house.

I smile and shake my head because honestly, how can you not? The girl cracks me up. She may be a plastic, but she’s a tolerable one.

The house is jammed pack as I expected and I don’t see Matt anywhere. The more I walk in the house, the more I am pushed around. Knowing where I can find some peace and quiet to text Matt, I make my way to the garage. I’m going to need to start drinking now anyways if I’m going to be able to handle my first mixer. I don’t really know what classifies it as being a mixer because it looks like any other party to me.

Once I finally make it into the garage, I pull my key ring out of my back pocket to unlock the refrigerator door to get one of my special beers from it.

“Um, what the hell are you doing?” Matt yells from behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

I quickly turn around, anxious to see why he’s mad, but instead find his jaw almost hitting the ground.

“Um…uh…holy shit, Babe,” he says, stumbling on his words and staring at me like a deer in headlights.

It finally dawns on me why he’s frozen and speechless.
I look hot!
Changing the worried look on my face to a confident smirk I take the few steps between us, making sure I go slow enough so I don’t bust my ass, and stop only inches away from him.

“You like my outfit?” I ask in a sweet, sexy tone.

Closing his mouth, he licks his lips then brings his face down to mine while gripping my hips tightly with his hands. “Fuck, yeah,” he practically growls, before forcing his mouth on mine, pushing his tongue inside and claiming what’s his.

My arms instantly wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer while he guides me backwards, pushing me into the refrigerator. His hands anxiously work to undo my pants while mine do the same to his. We’re moving fast, hungry to get each other undressed. The pants are so tight that I’m having trouble getting them off fast enough and I’m suddenly wishing I picked the sleezy dress for easy access instead.

Huh. That’s why sluts wear them.

Just as I finally get the damn things off, the inside door to the garage swings open, interrupting us.

“Whoa, sorry dude,” one of the football players says, catching a glimpse as to what is going on and making every ounce of me mortified.

Just as quick as he enters, he leaves, not even giving Matt a chance to respond. Apparently it’s not out of the ordinary to walk in on people getting down and dirty around here. As soon as the door shuts Matt looks at me with a grin and all I can do is laugh. Here I stand, pushed up against an old refrigerator in a dingy garage, half naked. And this was how I almost lost my virginity. Talk about feeling dirty and desperate.

“What?” he asks with an adorable grin.

“That was quite the greeting,” I smile back, still slightly laughing.

“Well shit, Babe. What did ya think was gonna happen walking in here looking like this?” Matt says, nodding his head towards me with his eyebrows lifted.

There’s no denying the satisfied vibe running through my veins, happy that my plan is working. That “Operation Get Leah Laid” is going as planned. I shrug my shoulders with a grin, like it’s no big deal and I just did all this because I was bored.

Moving in close to me, Matt presses both of his hands against the refrigerator next to my head, boxing me in. “You always look hot as hell, but right now…” he studies my face with his big hazel eyes, “You look so fucking sexy that all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder, haul you up to my room, and make sweet motherfuckin’ love to you.”

“So, what’s stoppin’ ya?” I ask, giving him a suggestive look.

Closing his eyes and letting out a soft chuckle he responds, “you’re not gonna make this easy for me, are ya?”

I look at him puzzled, wondering what he’s talking about seeing as I’m making this
very
easy for him.

“Baby, I’m not gonna treat you like some whore. You mean too much to me. Our first time together is not going to be during a college mixer.”

Sighing in frustration, I blurt out in an angry tone, “So when
is
it going to be, Matt? When am I going to be good enough to fuck like the rest of them?”

“Did you not hear me, Leah?” he says in a much softer tone than I used. “You’re not like any other girl. I’m not gonna just fuck you just because I can. I want it to be more…for you. For us.”

Standing here, with tears pooling in my eyes, listening to him speak to me with such sincerity behind his words and with an intense warmness in his eyes, I can’t help but soften and fill with love. Yeah, I want him in the worst way possible, but I get it. Having sex in a garage or even in his room while just outside the door there’s a bunch of drunk ass people acting dumb and getting shit-faced isn’t exactly the most romantic way to lose your virginity, or make love as Matt called it.

Resting his hand on my cheek, he asks with most heartwarming smile, “Okay?”

Feeling a knot moving up my throat, threatening to make me cry like a baby, I smile in response and nod my head yes.

“Good, now put these pants back on, so I can stare at your ass in them some more,” Matt jokes bending over and picking up my
skinny jeans.

By the time we get back inside the house, every square inch of it is occupied by a body of some sort. The looks and stares are amusing, shocked to see me dressed like one of them. Although I’m looking forward to getting these god-awful shoes off my feet, I don’t mind the rest of the outfit and I’m actually liking the response it’s getting. The more the guys ogle me, the tighter Matt holds me against him. Even though he has nothing to worry about, it’s cute seeing how possessive he is of me, especially with the stares, giggles, and winks he gets from almost every girl we pass. Apparently they don’t seem to care if he’s taken or not–hence the reason why he will never be attending another mixer or party without me. No plastic bitch will get even one paw on my man.

“Hey, sexy lady,” Kayla slurs, coming up next to me. “So, have you sealed the deal yet?” she continues, making Matt choke on his beer.

I give her the death look. “Oops, sorry,” she giggles before walking away.

And this is why I don’t hang out with girls like her. No filter and no brains.

“Seal the deal, huh?” Matt looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah, I’m definitely going to kill her later.

“I…uh…”

Without letting me finish my sentence, Matt forcefully yanks me up against his chest, and whispers heavy in my ear, “Dance with me.”

Let’s be honest. The only time I ever dance is in my room with my iPod blasting where no one can see me and, after getting a glance of the way people are dancing in the living room, it’s completely the opposite from what I do at home. I don’t even know if you’d consider what I do dancing. It’s more like bouncing around like an idiot with no rhythm. But something tells me from the firmness in his voice that I don’t really have a choice and before I can even respond with an answer, I’m being pulled in the direction of the make shift dance floor in the middle of the room.

The music coming from the stereo is some top twenty pop hit that I’ve heard Kayla playing in our room that has a catchy chorus and a thumping background–exactly what you’d expect to hear at a college party. Once we get in the center of everyone, Matt pulls me up close to him positioning one leg between mine so that it rubs up and down my crotch with each move.

And this is supposed to make me not want him?

His hands slide down my back until they’re gripping my butt, holding me firmly in place in front of him. The look that he’s giving me is anything other than hot and seductive and I’m sure if there weren’t a million people around us he’d be having his way with me right here on the dance floor.

Has he changed his mind?

Feeling a warmness spread throughout my body and an ache beginning to develop between my legs, I decide to go with it and forget about all prior reservations of losing my virginity at a college party. There’s no off switch with my body right now–it’s alive and ready.

Keeping our eyes frozen on one another, I run my hands slowly up under his shirt, enjoying every last ripple of his stomach and the firmness of his pecs. His body tenses beneath my touch and a low moan escapes his mouth. He can try and fight it all he wants, but I know his desire to be inside me matches mine. Our bodies yearn for each other and instantly react with need and want by the slightest touch. Just as my hands slide around his side and graze down his back, Matt loses all sense of control and moves his mouth down to my neck, leaving a trail of feverish kisses up to my ear.

“Oh, you’re so damn hot,” he breathes heavy into my ear just before he nips the bottom of it, making me inhale deeply by the shock of desire that shoots down my body.

He continues his journey along the right side of my neck and then onto the left, breathing heavy between each kiss. My own breathing has become so erratic and deep that it almost comes out as a moan. Every ounce of my body is on high alert for his touch and my hands have a mind of their own as they grip and rub Matt’s back. Every time our bodies dip to the music, our thighs rub up on our sensitive areas giving me a second of relief against the persistent throb between my legs.

“Yo MJ, we gotta get everyone out–cops just rolled up,” Justin, the quarterback, says in a panicked tone after nudging Matt’s side.

Matt instantly removes his attention from me to Justin. “What the fuck for?”

“No fuckin’ clue, but two just rolled up to the curb.”

“Jesus Christ…Alright, start kickin’ everyone out–party is over,” Matt says is an irritated tone. “Babe, go up to my room and lock the door. I’ll be up in a bit.” He leans over and gently kisses my lips before turning off the music and yelling for everyone to get out.

Before the chaos erupts, I slink through the crowd and do as Matt asked, heading upstairs. There are sounds of people moaning coming from the first two bedrooms. I contemplate knocking on the door to let them know what’s going on downstairs, but decide against it–they can fend for themselves. Not knowing how long I’m going to be locked in his room, I take a quick detour to the bathroom. When I come out, I see a disheveled Brynn walking out of the second bedroom–
slut!
She doesn’t even notice me as she stumbles past and it’s just as well because I really don’t feel like dealing with her crap right now.

Just as I get to Matt’s door, I hear an officer at the bottom of the staircase ask, “Ma’am, do you have ID on you?” I silently chuckle to myself, knowing that Brynn isn’t twenty-one and secretly hoping she gets arrested for underage drinking. As much as I want to listen to the rest of this, I know that I’ve been drinking–and not legally–so I push Matt’s key into his door and slip inside, locking it behind me before being caught by the police.

Even though I’ve been in Matt’s room plenty of times, and have slept here almost every night for the last week, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Normally I’m with Matt when in here and normally we are doing things that I thought I’d be doing at this very second. But, not knowing what’s going on downstairs, and not knowing if I’m going to hear a knock on the door asking me to open up like they do on the show Cops, I sit nervously on the edge of the bed fidgeting and tapping my foot. Although I’ve heard about police showing up and breaking house parties up, I don’t know what else they do. A lot of kids at these parties are underage and drinking–do they arrest all of them? Because Matt’s not twenty-one and he has been drinking. Is he going to get arrested? Is he going to get in trouble for serving minors?

Oh my god. What if he gets arrested?

Suddenly I’m off the bed and pacing the room, wondering what I’m going to do if he gets arrested. Will he call me with his one phone call? How am I going to bail him out? I only have, like, three hundred dollars in the bank from working and I’m sure bail would cost more than that. Will he get kicked out of school? Cortland has a strict three strike policy when it comes to drinking and getting in trouble. I wonder if he already has any strikes?

Just as I’m about to have a nervous breakdown, I hear someone fiddling with Matt’s door and the body that makes my heart swarm with emotion appears in front of me.

“Oh my god, you’re okay!” I breathe out in a heavy sigh as I run towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Of course I’m okay,” he answers, holding me tightly and kissing the top of my head. “What did you think was going to happen?”

“I heard the police ask Brynn for her ID when I came out of the bathroom which made me laugh because I’d love for her to get in trouble, but then I thought about all the rest of you down there that are underage and drinking and worried that you all were going to get arrested and then I’d be up here by myself while you all were sitting in a jail cell and I don’t have enough money to–”