“What! Are you okay, Em?” he asked me in a voice that was scratchy and deep from sleep and too much whiskey.
His eyes were squinting at the brightness of the morning. He was attractive with a smooth, broad chest and bright golden brown eyes. He was fun last night, but sadly, it was night number three with him.
“Crap, sorry Micah! I didn’t mean to wake you. I just stepped on a bottle cap and cut my foot,” I said, bouncing on one foot while holding up the other. “Go back to sleep, I’m just heading out.”
He laughed a little bit under his breath and eyed me up and down. “You’re going to leave the frat house with no clothes on? You’re practically falling out of Q’s bra.” He got up, walked over to me, and knelt down to examine the bottom of my foot. “I think you’ll be okay, it’s not even bleeding.” He gave the bottom of my foot a quick kiss and then started rubbing his hands up my legs leisurely.
Before he could skim higher up my thigh, I stepped back. “Micah… I have to get to class,” I warned him as he scooted forward toward me.
“Please don’t follow that stupid ‘three times only’ rule you have. We’re good together, Em. You don’t even have to be my girlfriend. Just come back over tonight and I’ll remind you what we do so well,” he said, still kneeling on the ground and looking up at me with his fingers wrapped around my waist.
“Micah, I don’t break my rules. I made them for a reason,” I said in a barely audible whisper.
As good as it would be to come back to Micah, I did not intend to get serious with him and that’s where it would lead. It always does. It’s the gradual way of humans. We become comfortable with one another and then we’re married and someone’s cheating on the other one. I’m purely trying to prevent this from ever happening.
He gave my waist a small squeeze, nodded his head in defeat, and slowly stood up to look down at me. “Well, it was fun and you’re welcome back in my bed anytime, babe. Please take one of my shirts before you leave though. The walk of shame is one thing, but the walk of shame in that, Em?”
“Micah, your shirts are disgusting. I can’t even walk out of here with one of those on without getting nauseous with this hangover. I’ll be fine. Besides, Quinn thinks my clothes are out by the pool anyway. I’ll just run down there and put them on. You know none of those guys are anywhere close to waking up anytime soon. See ya!”
Micah shrugged, not even attempting to defend his gross pile of clothes and was already pulling the covers back over his head in bed, grunting out a good-bye. Must be nice not to have classes until later in the day.
I snuck down the creaky old stairs as quietly as I could but this house was really old, and had more groans than a ninety-year-old man. Besides, my one-legged hobble wasn’t helping with my stealthy escape either, since my foot was still throbbing. Thankfully, no one woke up to see me streaking through the house.
When I made it out back, I decided I was going to have to murder someone that day. I just didn’t know who it was going to be yet. My clothes were definitely out here but they were hanging from a tree branch, and there was no way in hell I was going to be able to get them down. Even if I found a ladder, I wouldn’t be tall enough. My flip-flops were floating in the middle of the pool. Fantastic. Thankfully, I remembered I had a change of clothes in my car, so I only needed to get to them, and I wouldn’t have to drive home practically naked.
Please, please, please, don’t let anyone be outside. I mean this was Frat Row. No one should be up before seven a.m. especially after a party night. I crept back through the house, tiptoeing over the passed out bodies on the floor. The majority of them were wearing Sig Alpha shirts, although I noticed there were a few other fraternities present. God, this place was a wreck. I felt bad for the pledges, because they’re more than likely the ones cleaning up this filth. That is one reason I never rushed a sorority. I had no interest in being on the bottom of the food chain; I just enjoy their parties.
I stepped out onto the front porch and turned to pull the old, heavy, wooden door closed when I heard a familiar voice burst out laughing. Damn. I lowered my head and groaned; I took a deep breath and shut the door all the way, while I exhaled. I turned around to face my humiliation that is my best friend, Cole. But it wasn’t just Cole. It was Cole and Mason talking to another guy on a motorcycle that I’d never seen before.
Okay, so I was going to have to work with this. I would not be humiliated. Pretty much everyone on Frat Row has seen me in my bra and panties before; it was just different when you had liquid courage coursing through your system versus without. That nasty sweat-stained shirt of Micah’s was looking better and better right now. I straightened my shoulders and tried the best I could to hide my limp. My car was parked right in front of motorcycle boy, so I had no choice but to walk right up to them.
“Good morning to you too, Giggles. Is that any way to greet a lady?” I asked Cole, nudging him in the stomach with my elbow, while he was still trying to catch his breath from laughing at me so hard. I glared at Mason who was also laughing. Motorcycle boy was just smirking at me. I smiled sweetly at all three of them, praying my cheeks were not as red as Quinn’s bra.
“I’m sorry, love. It’s just that I’ve seen you do the walk of shame before, but never with so little clothing. If more girls walked out of frat houses like this in the morning, I guarantee you none of these guys would be late for class anymore,” Cole stated, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a quick kiss on my temple as he squeezed me into him.
Quinn and I picked up Cole at orientation our freshman year. Quinn thought his messy, dirty-blond hair, and football player’s body was hot. When she expressed that a little too boisterously behind him in the school auditorium, he turned around with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, hello to you too, ladies,” he said in his pleasing Texas accent.
I think Quinn and I both sighed out loud at that. Being from southern California, we don’t have any kind of accent and neither do any of the guys, usually. He’s been with us ever since. None of us ever hooked up and that’s probably for the best, because I doubt we would be as close to Cole if either of us had. I love Cole like a brother, and he’s pretty protective over Quinn and me. Although, clearly he has no qualms over me showing off my goods to complete strangers or drooling idiots like Mason.
Currently, Cole lives in the Sig house, but his best friends from Texas were moving out here to join him at school, so he’s moving out to get an apartment next to Quinn and me. We were all pretty excited when the apartment right next to us became available over the summer. He has slowly been moving all his stuff in the last couple of weeks. We’ve been trying to get him to move out of the frat house since he moved in; it’s annoying to come visit him outside of a party. These guys are fun to take to bed and have drinks with, but when you have to study or have any kind of civil conversation, it’s basically impossible at that house. Someone is always yelling, drinking, or breaking something.
“Well, I thought I would try something new today. Spice up your life a little; keep you on your toes. Besides, someone thought it was a genius idea to throw my clothes in a tree out back. All of Micah’s clothes smell like sweat, sand, and I don’t even want to think about what else. So here I am, trying to get to my car for more clothes with my dignity in tact. Obviously that’s boding well for me,” I indicated, gesturing at all three guys. Mason and Cole continued laughing while Motorcycle Boy continued with that frustrating smirk of his.
“Damn, Em, you’re killing me, please come over to visit tonight. I’ll go buy your favorite beer,” Mason said while ogling my way-too-small bra. Mason and I had hooked up in the beginning of sophomore year. It was the worst minute and a half ever. I certainly don’t have to worry about breaking rule number three with him. It’s not happening with us ever again. I usually just ignore his advances.
Cole shoved Mason back and smacked him on the back of the head with his palm. “Emmy, this is Jaxon Riley, one of the guys I’ve
been telling you that was transferring out here from back home. I’m sure you’ll meet his brother, Jace, later. They’re both moving into the apartment with me.”
Great… so we’ll be neighbors. Wow, do I know how to make first impressions. I started getting uncomfortable under this gorgeous guy’s blue-eyed penetrating gaze. He was hands-down the most attractive person I’d ever seen in my life. I rarely get embarrassed, but all of a sudden, I wanted to be anywhere else besides meeting Jaxon Riley in Quinn’s bra and my panties. The dentist, the gynecologist, in advanced statistics taking a final I didn’t study for that was written in German, anywhere besides where I was right now.
I shifted to lift my aching foot off the ground. “Okay, well it was nice to meet you, but hopefully you can forget this was your first impression of me and we can meet again while I’m clothed. Seeing as we’ll be neighbors and all.”
Man, my foot was really bothering me standing on this concrete. I bent my knee and brought my foot up behind me to rub the bottom of it. Jaxon watched my foot come up and my hand rubbing circles on it. His penetrating gaze seemed to pierce through me, as he intently focused on my foot.
“I sure as hell will never forget this moment, meeting you like this. It’s nice to know I’ll have a hot neighbor.”
And cue the blush. Not only does he have that mesmerizing southern accent as Cole does, but he just called me hot. He’s also saying all this while still balancing himself on his motorcycle. That was my signal to get out of here.
“Alright, well, Cole, don’t forget we have Journalism in thirty minutes. Don’t be late and if you get there before me, please save me a seat, and don’t let the sorority bimbos take it this time,” I pleaded with him.
I’m usually a pretty outgoing person when it comes to meeting new people, but I hated that awkward first day dance you do when you have no idea where to sit, walking into a new classroom. It throws me off and makes me not feel in control. Cole and I are both majoring in Journalism, so we typically have the majority of our classes together. He understands me and tries to save me a seat, but a pretty face easily distracts him.
I waved them off and hobbled to my car, walking on the tiptoe of my injured foot. When I got to my trunk, I popped it open and thank the heavens there was a sundress back there that I hastily threw on. I breathed a sigh of relief at feeling comfortable again. As I rounded my car to open the driver’s door, I glanced back at the guys. Cole and Mason were already stepping up onto the porch to head inside. Jaxon was still balancing on his bike and staring at me.
Good grief, the boy was hot. I couldn’t tell how tall he was because he still hadn’t stood up off his bike yet. His legs appeared long and I could see his muscles bunching underneath the jeans that were hugging him perfectly. The black leather jacket looked like it felt like butter on his shoulders and his skin was tanned just enough to make his ice blue eyes pop. His hair was a warm dark brown, with a few natural highlights spread throughout it. It called for fingers to run through it, which it appeared he did on a regular basis. Each strand appeared as if it had a mind of its own and they were going to go whichever way they wanted. The front pieces were long and I could tell they would get in his eyes but he obviously pushes them over to the side. His face had just a little bit of scruff to add that rougher look to him. He was definitely no pretty California boy.
When I realized how long I had been checking him out, my eyes snapped up to his and he knowingly grinned at me. Oh, this one was going to be trouble; I needed the ball back in my court. So I tossed my hair over my shoulder, lifted my chest high and gave him my sexiest wink. Before I turned to sit down in the driver’s seat, I saw his jaw drop just a little bit. One point for me. That’s right Motorcycle Boy, I’m the one in control here.
Beautiful Broken Rules is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and iTunes Bookstore!
Kimberly Lauren, Beautiful Broken Promises
Thank you for reading books on BookFrom.Net Share this book with friends