Bad Rep (Bad Rep, #1)(94)

All three glared at me and gave me the girl stare.  You know, the one where they give you the once over and calculate all of your flaws in point two seconds.  They clearly felt threatened because they pushed closer to him.

Jordan was still talking, so I leaned down, ignoring the bimbette triplets and put my lips to his ear.  “Hey, baby,” I whispered.  Jordan immediately stopped talking and whipped his head around.  The grin that split his lips was breathtaking. Wow.  He was beautiful.

He jumped to his feet, practically knocking over the girl on the ground beside his chair.  She glared at me again and I smirked.  “Mays!  You're f*cking here!” he said, picking me up and crushing me to his chest.  He smelled of wood smoke and musky guy sweat and I loved it.  “You took too damn long!” he told me before he pressed his lips to mine hungrily.  Immediately his tongue swept into my mouth and his hands cupped my ass, hauling me up against him.

I almost forgot where we were until I heard a number of catcalls.  I tore my mouth away, completely out of breath.  My heart was hammering in my chest.  Jordan's fingers dug into the flesh under my butt cheeks as he nibbled my neck.

“You look f*cking amazing.  I want to tear your clothes off and put my dick inside you right now,” he said, his voice husky with desire.  My panties went instantly wet and I couldn't help but press my hips against his.

“I don't think you want the entire party to see what goods your girlfriend is sporting under these clothes,” I teased, pulling him by the hair so that he would look at me.

The skin around Jordan's eyes tightened.  “Fuck no I don't.  All of this is mine.  And only mine.  No one else sees it.  Ever!” He tightened his grip on my body possessively and let out a low growl.  Crap, he had gone all territorial.  And it was hot!

“That's right, baby.  Only for you,” I murmured as he leaned in to kiss me again.

“Piper!  Is this your lady?  Let me have a look!” I heard someone say.  Jordan rolled his eyes but moved his hands from my ass to my hips.  I looked up at him and tilted my head.

“I've heard all about why they call you Piper.  Really cute name,” I taunted.

Jordan groaned.  “Fuck, babe.  It's a stupid nickname.  I've tried to get them to stop calling me that...” he started to explain but I held my hand up, stopping him.

“Jordan, it's okay.  You may be called the pied piper of *.  But the only * you'll be touching is mine.” It was my turn to go territorial and by the look on Jordan's face he really liked it.  A lot.

“Damn, baby.”  He let out in a breath.  I laughed.  We were suddenly joined by a wiry guy who I recognized as Garrett.  He was bouncing on his feet and his longish blond hair was in stringy disarray around his head.

Looking at him, I couldn't decide if I thought he was cute or not.  But he was appealing with his deep, dark eyes and thick, almost girlish lashes.  And when he smiled, it lit up his face.  Yep, I could see why the girls liked him.

“Hey Piper, introduce us!  I've been dying to meet the chick who has made you tolerable again.”  Garrett said, giving me a 100 watt smile.  Wow, okay, he was sort of dazzling.  And his personality was infectious.  He was a live wire, that's for sure.

Jordan turned to me and gave the introductions.  “Garrett, this is my girlfriend, Maysie Ardin.  Maysie, this Garrett Bellows, lead guitarist and sometimes roommate.”  Garrett reached out and yanked me from Jordan's grip and then swallowed me in a huge hug.

I was a little taken aback by the overt show of affection from someone I had just met.  Looking over Garrett's shoulder at Jordan, he just shook his head and mouthed “go with it.”  So I put my hands up and awkwardly patted Garrett on the back.

Garrett pulled back and held me by my upper arms.  “You are f*cking gorgeous, Maysie.”  My face flushed.  I was flattered by his open appreciation.  Then he turned to Jordan.  “And I can tell she's a hell of a lot cooler than that bitch you used to date.”  Jordan just laughed and I didn't know what to say to that.

Olivia was obviously known as the “bitch” by Jordan's band mates and I loved how that proved that she was not a perfect fit in his life.  And maybe that also proved that I was.

Garrett tugged on a strand of my hair in a familiar gesture, as though we were long lost friends rather than two people who had met literally thirty seconds ago.  “Enjoy the party, Maysie.  Anyone than can make that f*cker start writing music again, is cool with me.”  He gave me a loud, sloppy kiss on the cheek and then left as fast as he had come.

Jordan swooped in and pulled me back into his arms.  “Sorry about that. I should have warned you that Garrett is very...uh...hands on,” he explained.  I wrapped my arms around his middle.

I waved it off.  “He's nice,” I said honestly.  Jordan kissed my neck and then was distracted by two guys who were calling his name.   They held up a beer bong and were gesturing for Jordan to come over and try it out.   He tugged on our joined hands.  I pulled away and gave him a grin.

“Go ahead, I'll wait here.”  Jordan kissed me again.