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  Where She Belongs

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  BENDING BETHANY

  By

  ARIA COLE

  He’s a star international soccer player.

  She’s the nerdy girl next door.

  One wild night and a pair of lost panties are about to turn her world upside down.

  One

  Bethany

  “Come on, Bethy, you never do anything fun! It’s nose stuck in a book all the time for you.” My sister pouted as she tore through what was at least a dozen slutty dresses in her closet. “This one would look perfect on you.”

  I narrowed my eyes, taking in the short, black, glittery number. “That is not a dress, it’s a shirt. Everyone will see your bits and pieces. You don’t actually wear that in public, do you?” My eyes widened as I looked at the flimsy material. That so-called dress was long enough to fall just barely under my behind. If I moved, people would see everything. “I’m not wearing that.”

  “Does that mean you’ll go?” Her eyes lit with a mischievous sparkle.

  I sighed, frowning as I fingered a glittery red dress she’d tossed on the bed. “Yes, but you’d better find something longer. I’m not looking like a call girl.”

  “You’re such a prude. A little cock never hurt anyone,” my wayward sister teased.

  “I swear, I don’t even know how we’re related.”

  “Believe me, I think that all the time.” She buzzed out of the wardrobe, heading to the bathroom. “Now, what are we going to do with your hair?”

  She pulled curling irons and flat irons and a thousand products out of a basket.

  “Can you give me some supermodel curls?” I’d never wielded a curling iron in my life, but my sister’s glam make-up and perfectly wind-blown waves always made me yearn for just one night of glam.

  “Yes! Mermaid ringlets would be gorgeous. Maybe we can even add a little color! Let me do some highlights!” she squealed, and I groaned.

  “No highlights.” I shook my head firmly. “I’ve never colored my hair. Why would I start now?”

  “Because tonight you’re a new you. Try something else on for a while. Hair is only temporary.” She shrugged, and I huffed, checking out the streaks of magenta coursing through her dark locks.

  I nibbled on my bottom lip, glancing down at the sensible Chucks on my feet, the cross body I wore nearly every day, then back to one of her fancy clutches on the bed.

  “Can I carry that?” My eyes gleamed as I finally felt excitement pulse to life inside me.

  “My McQueen?!” She stuck out her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes at me. “Swear on everything you hold dear to love it and cradle it like your firstborn child?”

  I laughed outright. Taylor had always been fashion-obsessed, but I had no idea she felt that strongly. “I promise. And you’re off your rocker. I think you should know that.”

  “Shut up, little sis.” She popped a kiss on my forehead, using the endearment she’d been using since we were little. We were only a year and a half apart. I for one didn’t see much of a distinction, besides, to most outsiders my maturity probably far outweighed hers.

  “One night only, then tomorrow morning it’s back to the books. I have to pass that midterm or I’m screwed for the rest of the class.” I felt the anxiety coiling in my stomach again.

  “I know, I know, if you don’t pass it, then what have you been working for all these years,” she mimicked. It was the excuse I often used.

  “Well, I’m just saying. I’m not staying out late, and don’t ask me to do shots.”

  “No shots? Boo!”

  I grinned and shook my head at her boundless enthusiasm. “No shots. Now, what dress am I wearing?”

  Two hours later and I found myself at the bar, a line of shots spread out before the two of us.

  “Bottoms up, little sis.”

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I voiced my dismay before lifting a lemon drop shot to my mouth.

  “To a wild night! And maybe a little sausage for both of us.” She winked before throwing the shot back, leaving me giggling uncontrollably, and choking down my own.

  “Next!” Taylor called, slamming her glass down and lifting the second she’d ordered for each of us.

  “‘I’m not even done with this one!” I swallowed a sip, the sour confection rushing down my throat.

  “Come on, big girl panties up. Let’s do this.” She tipped the shot glass to my lips, and I swallowed the remainder of the liquid. I slid the empty glass across the bar and lifted the other. “YOLO.”

  “For a big sister, you sure are a bad influence,” I grunted before gathering courage in my stomach and taking the other shot in one long gulp.

  “Sisters?” someone said from behind me. “Another round on me!”

  “What, no—” I turned to find a handsome guy, hair still wet from a shower, and bold dark eyes eating up the space between him and us.

  “Why, thank you.” My sister cooed while leaning forward to give him a very generous view of her cleavage.

  “Ah, here we go.” I knew that look. She’d found her plaything for the night.

  “I’m Luc, wanna dance?” His gaze honed in on my sister’s breasts.

  “Taylor Howard and I would love to,” she flirted shamelessly, lifting her hand out to his. He placed a kiss on it, and the cheesiness of the move almost made my stomach turn.

  “Go, dance, be merry. I’ll be here.” I waved her off, turning back to the lemon drop the bartender had just placed in front of me. “Thanks for the drink!”

  Taylor and Mystery Boy had already disappeared into the quickly thickening crowd.

  “He does that a lot. You may want to warn her,” a voice rumbled from over my shoulder. I sighed, thinking if barhopping meant fending off creepy men all night, I would be retiring much earlier than even I expected.

  “She’s fine. She does it all the time.” I waved off his concerns, not even bothering to match a voice with a face.

  “I’m Jenson.”

  A hand thrust out in my peripheral vision and I paused, thinking I didn’t even want to shake it. Who knows where it had been, who it had been in. The guys who hung around these places were definitely not my type.

  “Well, Jenson, this isn’t really my scene, if you don’t mind.” I spun on my bar stool, finally catching a glimpse of the stranger.

  Damp locks of hair fell over his forehead in a charming, just showered way. Dark stubble decorated a sharp jawline, his cheekbones high and his eyes the most astounding shade of ice blue I’d ever seen.

  “You were saying?” His smile turned up, and I knew I’d been caught.

  “I-I don’t even remember. I think the drinks are getting to my head already.”

  “Drunk off a few lemon drops? You don’t get out much, do you?”

  I shot him a sarcastic glance before catching sight of the drink in his hand. “Only a beer? Seems a little weak, don’t you think? I would have thought whiskey, bourbon, something a little manlier.” I didn’t know this guy, what did I have to lose? The point of tonight was to be someone different, and well, brazen was definitely different.

  This wasn’t my scene, he wasn’t my type, why not engage in a little banter before I returned home for the night?

  “Been a long day, and I’ve got another lo
ng one tomorrow. Taking it easy tonight.” His eyes sparkled when he talked. I didn’t even know that was possible.

  “So what do you do, Jenson?” I asked when he settled on the stool next to me.

  “Ah, I work in athletics. You said this isn’t much of your scene. Mind if I ask what is?”

  I chanced a glance at him, my lips turning up in a traitorous smile when I caught sight of his expectant look. “The library, I suppose. Or the science department. I’m a Biology major.”

  “Oh, a college girl?”

  “You can drop the slutty college girl fantasies right now. I’m definitely not one of those,” I blurted, then kicked myself for my candor.

  His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine.

  “Caught me.” He lifted up his hands in mock arrest.

  “I knew it. I could see it all over your lascivious face,” I teased, sipping my lemon drop again.

  “Lascivious?!” His bellow turned a few heads. Was I actually being funny? This was a new turn of events. I wasn’t the funny one, that was Taylor. “You wound me.”

  “I bet,” I laughed, finally feeling a little more loosened up. I didn’t know if it was the shot, the atmosphere, him, or that intoxicating laugh.

  “Your flirting leaves much to be desired.” He leaned in as he whispered conspiratorially.

  “What? No, I wasn’t flirting.”

  “Sure you were. Isn’t that why you’re here? Flirting isn’t a sin. It’s connecting with someone for a few brief moments in a way that makes you feel good, no harm in that.” He shrugged and pulled away, taking a draw of his beer as he watched me. As if he really enjoyed our conversation. I’d never connected with a man like this before, held his rapt attention. Well, this will be short lived, won’t it?

  “You’re very philosophical for…what did you say you did again? Athletics?” I cocked an eyebrow.

  “I travel a lot, gives me time to read.”

  His reply took me by surprise. I hadn’t expected him to be a reader. A young, fit football coach maybe, but not a man who read books. I mean, he was a dumb jock, right?

  “What’s the last book you read?”

  “Quizzing me now?” His grin lifted playfully. “I didn’t come here to learn.” He leaned across the energized space between us, his eyes lowering a fraction. “Dance with me.”

  Two

  Jenson

  The pounding music pulsed through my veins as my arms wrapped around her nipped-in waist, her ass grinding against my hungry cock as we danced.

  She had me in a delirium.

  I wish I could blame it on the alcohol pulsing through my veins, but I’d just had one beer. I’d been telling her the truth earlier. It’d been a fuck of a long day, and tomorrow would be just as long. I was normally responsible, liked to play by the rules for the most part, but this girl—Bethany, she’d murmured it in my ear in a sexy huff—was intoxicating me.

  I pushed my hands up and down her body as we danced, feeling the heat climb between us in a way I’d never felt before. Like a volcano waiting to explode, we were all hands and sweat and music, my lips trailing across the crook of her neck, my tongue flicking out to bring her sweet taste into my system.

  “Bethany,” I murmured against her ear as we danced.

  Her back arched as my hands danced just across her rib cage, hovering under the heavy swell of her breasts in that too-low V-neck, which gave me an epic view of her cleavage.

  “Mmm?” she hummed, and I could hear the alcohol in her voice. Or was she drunk on me, like I was on her?

  I wasn’t sure, so I spun her in my arms, surprising even me, and took her face in my hands. I searched her eyes as she watched me, gleaming with excitement and arousal.

  “Come back to my place,” I whispered softly. I looked at the delicate bow of her top lip, then plunged my tongue between her lips. She stretched up onto her toes, and my arms locked around her back instantly, caging her against my body, afraid to let go for even a second in case she might disappear as quickly as she’d appeared.

  “Okay,” she said when our lips finally parted.

  Without waiting a second longer, I snagged her hand in mine and starting leading her off to the door.

  “Wait! My sister!” She halted, stopping me in my tracks.

  My eyes searched the room for the slightly taller brunette I’d seen her talking to earlier. I caught sight of her and Luc in a corner, tongues shoved down each other’s throats, her leg hitched up around his waist.

  “I think they’re just fine.” I pointed them out to her.

  “Damn.” Her nose wrinkled up adorably, her hand tightening in my grasp. I’d never dated much before now, always weary of who I could trust with my level of fame in the sports world, but something about this girl excited me, deep down really excited me in a way I’d never felt before.

  “I’ll text him to make sure she gets home okay. He’s an idiot, but she’s safe with him,” I offered, hoping to quell her anxiety.

  “And I’m supposed to trust you?” She looked up at me quizzically.

  “You’re going home with me, aren’t you?” I lowered my voice an octave and snagged her earlobe with my teeth.

  “You’re making me second guess myself,” she said, but her words softer, her will a little more relaxed. I slid a hand down her back and over the cheek of her ass, cupping it gently.

  “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I reminded her gently, meaning every word of it.

  She cocked her head, her eyes turning up at me, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “For some reason…I believe you.” Her face split into a grin. She tightened my hand in hers, then released it and we turned, walking out of the building and into the humid night air.

  “We don’t need a cab?” she asked when we walked past the taxi stand.

  “I live close, just a few blocks.”

  “Oh.”

  I walked with my hand at the base of her back, just like the gentleman I was taught to be. I wanted her in front, walking in line or ahead of me so I could keep an eye on her at all times. If she so much as tripped, I wanted to be there to catch her fall.

  “It’s here.”

  We stopped, and her eyes turned up to the luxury high-rise shooting into the Manhattan skyline.

  “You live here?”

  “Mmhmm.” I wove my fingers through hers again as I nodded at the doorman when we stepped in.

  “Mr. Abbot,” the on-staff concierge greeted me politely.

  “Hot stuff around here?” she breathed next to me as the elevator doors opened and I swept her in.

  “Full of opinions, aren’t you?” My hands found her skin and were trailing up her thigh, the other capturing her neck as I held her still in a forceful kiss. My tongue plunged between her lips while her hands climbed up my shoulders and danced across my back.

  I hoisted her in my arms, our lips never breaking contact as the elevator rose up each floor. Backing her against the wall, I rubbed my rock-hard cock against the crevice of her thighs, hearing the soft moans and mewls that escaped her throat like a reverent prayer.

  “Christ, I want these off you.” I gripped the edge of her panties and pulled, hearing the elastic stretch and give. I yanked again until I heard the fabric rip, shoving the scrap of fabric in my pocket while her body shuddered with pleasure as all the nerves of her body came alive under my touch.

  Ding.

  The elevator came to a slow halt and the doors slid open. A gentleman cleared his throat behind us, reminding me instantly that we were not alone.

  I slid Bethany down my hips, her tiny little feet landing on the floor in her too-high heels. “Sorry,” I mumbled when we passed the elderly gentleman I knew to be my neighbor down the hall.

  “I'm not sorry in the slightest,” I whispered to her when he was out of earshot.

  “You’re a deviant,” she giggled, her hand still locked in mine as we walked down the hall to my door.

  “Only with you apparently,” I commented
, not at all kidding. I flashed the electronic key in front of the scanner and stepped inside my apartment.

  Without even turning on the light, my hands went to her body like I was a man starved.

  She turned in my arms, her pants wracking her small curvy frame. She was all but crawling up me to attach her lips to mine again.

  “Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” I mumbled between decadent kisses, my hands gripping her lush skin.

  “Take me,” she insisted, her sweet little hips jerking against my own.

  “Bethany,” I called, my hands caressing the skin at her neckline, trying to slow her down. I knew how much alcohol was in her system, and I didn’t want her to regret this in the morning, regret us.

  “No, right now. I want you. I don’t want to think about anything else but you inside me.”

  Her words nearly undid me, so shocking coming from her otherwise calm, collected personality. I could see that beneath all the make-up and curls and sequins, she was out of her element. Spontaneity was not something that came naturally for her.

  “I want you to be sure,” I mumbled against her lips, backing against the wall to hold the weight of both of us.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Her words urged me on as I smoothed her ass cheeks beneath the glittery dress.

  “Jesus, woman,” I groaned.

  “I’m taking you now, and then again, and then maybe again after that.”

  “Yes, I’m yours, Jenson.” She gasped my name, and like a flame to alcohol, my passion exploded, my hands fisting at the fabric of her dress as I pulled it above her shoulders.

  Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in wild disarray, and I thrust my hands into it instantly, tangling, and twisting in the soft chocolate locks as I kissed her silly.

  Staggering on passion-fueled steps, I carried her across the room to land on my leather couch, the cool hide making her yelp and arch off the couch and closer into my arms. I took the opportunity to lick at the swell of one of her breasts, flesh pushed up over the white lace of her bra.

  Her hands locked around my head as my teeth caught the fabric, and I pulled, her breast and the sweet engorged nipple released into the cool air of my apartment.