BAD REP(77)

“Oh yeah?” I asked, tilting my head back so I could look at him.  He clicked his tongue ring along his teeth and grinned down at me.

“I love the feel of your tight little ass against my cock first thing in the morning.  Makes me think of spreading those gorgeous legs of yours and...” I smacked his arm, cutting him off as I flushed a bright red.

Jordan chuckled and nudged my chin up with fingers.  He kissed me slow and deep.  “What time is your first class?” he asked me when we finally came up for air.  I looked at the clock on my dresser.

“I have World Religions in an hour and a half.  What about you?” I asked.

“I have Business Finance at the same time.  Do you want to get dressed and head over to campus?  Maybe get some breakfast?”  His lips went to my ear and he sucked the lobe into his mouth, making me moan.  Then I realized what he was saying.  He wanted to go into public.  Together.

I pulled away from him.  “Um.  I'm not sure...” I began.  Jordan pulled my face back around so I would look at him.

“Maysie.  If we're going to be together, that means we have to be seen together.  Who cares what anyone thinks,” he said with such assuredness that it was hard to deny him anything.

“Okay.  Yeah.  Let's go get something to eat.” I said, trying to put some enthusiasm into my words, even though I really felt like jumping out the window and making a run for it.  I got out of bed and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt.

I could feel Jordan's eyes watching me as I got dressed.  It was such an intimate feeling, having him in my space like that.  But I had to admit, I liked it.  A lot.   Jordan got up and put his clothes on and I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of that magnificent body.  He really was beautiful.  Cut and toned in all the right places without being overly muscular.  I hated super muscly guys...but Jordan was downright perfect.

I was putting a pair of hooped earrings on when I felt Jordan's hand on my lower back.  I watched him in the mirror as he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss to where my shoulder joined with my neck.  I tried not to shiver, but I failed miserably.  He grinned at my reflection.  “Ready, baby?”  I nodded, my voice having left me.

I grabbed my book bag and purse and followed him out of the apartment.  “Do you mind if we swing by my house so I can change my clothes?  I've run out of clean stuff at Garrett's and really need to pick up a few things,” he said, leading me to his truck.

“Why aren't you staying at your house?” I asked.

Jordan's lips thinned.  “Just needed some space,” he answered.  I guess I could understand that.

“That's fine, we can swing by,” I told him, though it was anything but fine.  I didn't particularly want to head to the house he shared with his Pi Sig brothers.  But I had agreed to give this thing with him a shot.  So I suppose I had to face everyone at some point.

I had just hoped it wouldn't be so soon.

I got into the passenger side of Jordan's truck as he slid into the driver's seat.  “Not ridin' the hog?” I asked.  I loved his motorcycle and had many a fantasy of being wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Jordan chuckled.  “Not today.  But you can be my biker babe whenever you want.  I'd like to see you in some sexy black leather,” he said, cupping the side of my neck, his fingers squeezing lightly.  I couldn't stop my grin.  When he turned on the truck, the radio blasted Motorhead.  That will wake you up in the morning.

“This music will melt your brain!” I yelled over Lenny's screaming vocals.

Jordan held his hand around his ear.  “Huh, can't hear you, brain melting here.”  I chuckled as I watched Jordan sing Ace of Spades along with the music.  He had a really nice voice.  Rich and smoky.  It made me think of sex and his fingers and the way his eyes looked right before he put his mouth between my legs.  Oh crap, I was going to have an orgasm just listening to him sing.

The volume of the music left little room for conversation on the way to Jordan's house.  Which was fine with me, because I was trying to calm down my raging hormones.  And stop the very real freak out about going into Pi Sig territory as his girlfriend for the first time.  Jordan reached over and squeezed my upper thigh, his fingers pressing into my skin.  He didn't move his hand; instead he kept it there for the entire ride.