Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(47)

“You don’t do homework on a Friday night.”

Beth started snickering.

Hannah had a point. I texted Cord:

Why tonight?

He responded:

Have something going on. Need to get it done tonight, proof it Saturday and do other homework Sunday night.

I shared the text with the girls.

Hannah’s face scrunched up. “That sucks.”

“Wait, doesn’t Cord live with Jesse Hunt?”

My foot ached to make contact with Beth’s butt. I settled for glaring instead.

Hannah threw her cousin a confused look. “Yeah. So?” A light bulb clicked on. “He’s way out of our league, Beth. Although I like the way you think.”

Now it was her cousin’s turn to grow wary. “What are you talking about?”

“We have homework to do, right? Let’s go with her. Besides, I don’t want Jamie to talk to her like that again.”

“No, wait. That wasn’t what I meant—”

It didn’t matter. Hannah was starting to gain speed. Her eyes lit up. “Yeah and Cord will be there. Obviously. So when you guys need a break, I can be there ready to give him a massage. He won’t turn that down. And I bet Chandra won’t be there, not if Cord’s doing homework. She hates it when he studies. I think she gets a rash and goes crazy. She itches all over. We should go.”

Beth’s mouth joined mine on the floor.

This night had gone a different direction than I anticipated.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Surprise!” Hannah flung her arms in the air when the door opened. All three of us stood on the front doorstep, but Beth and I wore sheepish grins while Hannah was poised for a magazine shoot. She was the only one who hadn’t changed out of our club apparel. Beth and I changed to jeans and T-shirts while she still wore ripped black leather pants with a black corset top. The top was frayed at the ends as well, with holes that exposed her black bra. Ruby red lipstick, heavy eye shadow—Hannah could’ve been the lead singer for a metal band.

“Uh…”

The guy stared at her for a moment. His lips were pursed together and moved in a fish movement, confused, as he scratched at his head. Jesse hadn’t opened the door; Cord either. Not even Jamie. It was the fourth roommate. He was dressed in blue scrub pants and a white shirt. He looked ready for bed. His dark hair was messed and sticking up, as if he’d just come from bed. I was racking my brain trying to remember why he looked familiar. Then we heard someone ask from inside, “Who is it, Derek?”

Beth and I shared a glance. This was the roommate who was the boyfriend of our RA. No drinking for us tonight.

A wide grin stretched over Hannah’s face and she pushed her way in. We followed, giving Derek an uneasy look. He waited, holding the door open and nodded to us, being polite. Beth gestured to me. “She’s here for a group project with Cord and Jamie. We came to keep her company.”

He nodded and didn’t say a word. This could’ve been a normal thing from how he was reacting. Gesturing around the corner, where Hannah had disappeared, he led the way after he closed the door. I couldn’t help but grin as he made sure to lock the door before he moved around us.

We moved into the kitchen and into the massive dining room where we got our own shock.

It wasn’t just the three of us girls or only Cord and Jamie.

Kara was at the end of the table. An empty chair beside her that was filled by her boyfriend when he moved around us. But at the opposite end was Jamie, and in his lap…Tiffany. She was currently drilling holes in her sister’s head, but there were two other occupants at the table. On one side was Cord and across from him was Chandra.

Visions of her flashed in my head again. I cringed as I snuck a peek at the living room where the offense had taken place. Never again. I did not want to see her naked and straddling Cord again.

Beth dropped her bag on the floor between us. She muttered, “So I guess it’s a study night for all of us.”

The entire table was covered with books, papers, pens, highlighters, and laptops.

Yep. They had the same idea as Hannah. I wondered if it’d been Tiffany. Did the two sisters think alike?

But then I was distracted once again.

The basement door opened and Jesse walked through. He was barefoot and in gym shorts. No shirt, judging from the soft gasp I heard beside me, there was plenty of service ready for him. I couldn’t blame Hannah’s reaction. I’d seen him without a shirt, without any clothing many times, but it never got old. He had just worked out. I could always tell. His muscles were more enlarged than normal. His body was more sculpted and his hair was wet. He was fresh from the shower. A lone droplet of water fell from his forehead and crashed to his chest. It made a solitary trek all the way down until it disappeared underneath his short’s waistband.

My throat went dry and I licked my lips. The same lust as always was smoldering in me. It was waiting for the opening, the word from him, the gesture to follow him. None came, yet. So I held myself still and I tried to keep my pounding heart from being heard by anyone else in the room.

Hannah’s eyes went wide as she took him in. She licked her lips. “Oh my.”

He heard her and stopped. His gaze jumped from her to me. They latched on.

I was given a swift kick in the gut when his eyes narrowed and hurt flashed in them for a moment.