Break Me Page 3

  “Yes, it’s Dan. He is going to the party tonight. He’s so cute, Brea!”

  “I’m sure he is. I’m going to go take a shower and start getting ready.” They never get any further than a few dates and maybe second base. My laughter follows me as I make my way out of the room. It’s my second shower today, but I never know who I will see there.

  “Me, too. Hang on and I’ll walk with you.” Kelsey quickly gathers her things, catching up with me.

  Colt

  The campus buzzes with my arrival home—the prodigal Taylor returns. No one asks questions, they just smile their fake smiles and go about their days. I keep a close circle of true friends because with fame comes fakeness. Only a few people like Colt, for Colt—most people like me for Colt Taylor BMX pro-rider and those people can kiss my ass.

  It feels like I never took a hiatus from this town. Life picks back up right where I left off, even with the girls. Alex has restarted her sexting, as well as a few others, although she continued it for a few weeks after I left. It soon died down, I assume because she needs instant gratification. Why she thinks she can get that from me, I’m not sure. Alex and Parker, my little brother, had a night last year. We don’t share and I don’t fuck anyone my brother has. I can get my own talent.

  Nothing clears my head more than a good workout, in the gym or bed. However, today the gym had to do. I figured setting a routine is the best way to get used to being back in this town again. My frustration level, since I've been back, has hit an all-time high. The rant I had to listen to from my dad alone made me feel the drive to run ten miles. I understand he let go of my mother years ago, but I never did. My father is so work driven it drives me insane. I ride because I love it, it fuels me, not because it’s work. It’s a passion.

  “Are you ready to head back to the house?” Tim and I are currently sitting in the commons area of the dorms. Parker and I have our own house a few blocks down from campus, but I use the campus gym and shower after workouts. I have invited Tim to move in several times, but he insists on staying in the dorms for the ‘ladies.’

  “Hey, douchebags! There is a concert going on down the hall you two might be interested in,” Landon interrupts with a taunting smile.

  Landon is Tim’s roommate this semester, and an all-around good guy from what I can tell. We all head out of the commons area and start making our way down the hall. As we turn the corner, we hear music blaring and voices singing along. We all three come to a dead stop in the doorway of room A8, and I can’t breathe.

  I can’t fucking breathe.

  Brealynn and her roommate are dancing around singing in their room, in towels, oblivious to us three gawkers.

  Fuck me, Brealynn’s bare legs would look good wrapped around me.

  Brealynn

  Kelsey finished her shower before me, so now I’m walking down the hall back to our room in my towel wrap, alone. Once I reach our dorm door, I see her dancing around and singing about how we won’t stop, not taking shit from anybody. I am doubled over with laughter at this point. Kelsey grabs my hand, dragging me from the doorway to join in on her insanity.

  So, I say why the hell not?

  Now we are both dancing around our dorm room singing into our hairbrushes about how we can do what we want with our mouths when we hear laughing. We both turn around to see Tim, Landon, and…ohmygosh...Colt all standing in our doorway while we jam out to Miley Cyrus.

  I just died of embarrassment. If anyone knows CPR, DO NOT resuscitate me! I will never live this down.

  “I, for one, will let you do whatever you want to me with your mouth.” Colt’s focused stare pins me in place.

  Holy shit, is it hot in here?

  I pull a little at my towel and quickly make sure it’s secured.

  “Oh Colt, stop teasing the duo,” Tim teases as he steps into the room. Kelsey looks like the cat that just ate the canary now that she sees Colt and realizes why my panties are in a twist.

  Well, if I was wearing any.

  “It’s rude to just walk into someone’s dorm room, ya’ know?” I raise a brow, walking toward the door and never taking my eyes off Colt. He looks so damn yummy in his workout clothes.

  “Well, we heard there was a concert down the hall, and we just couldn’t miss it when we heard your beautiful voices coming from this room,” Landon, Tim’s roommate, decides to chime in. He’s cute, on the shorter side with a bulky muscle build. Not my type.

  Kelsey is in a fit of giggles when she corrects, “Brealynn’s beautiful voice.” This whole situation is awkward. There are three guys in our dorm room. Which isn’t very big to begin with and I’m in a towel. And Colt keeps looking at me like he wants eat me.

  It’s both disturbing and hot.

  “Well, I would say gentlemen, but I think I am being too kind. Would you please exit our room so we can get ready?” I say shooing them out. One by one, they file out of our room, but Colt is the last to turn around and I am right next to him when he does. His right side grazes my arm, leaving a trail of heat in its place. I grab a hold of our door to shut it, or maybe steady myself.

  Colt turns to me, his face so close to mine that I can smell the spearmint gum he is chewing on his breath, when I feel him whisper across my face, “I can’t wait for you to welcome me home.” He then turns around and walks out.

  I immediately shut the door to see Kelsey staring at me with wide eyes.

  “Holy shit! He is intense…”

  Leaning against the door, I sigh and agree. “Yes, yes he is.”

  “What’s up with these guys? Do they all run in the same circle?”

  “Small world.” Not even three steps away from the door, I hear a knock so I turn around to answer it. Hopefully, it isn’t Colt again. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist that man.

  “I’m so excited about the party! Y’all are going, right?” Hannah walks into our room and sits on Kelsey’s bed since Kelsey is in front of the tall mirror we have leaned against the wall putting on her make-up.

  “Yup. We will be there. It is only seven now, so we still have some time to finish getting ready. What time are you and Savannah heading that way?” Kelsey asks with one eye squinted, putting on her eye shadow.

  “We wanted to see if y’all want to walk together?” Since Colt’s house is only a few blocks from campus, it makes more sense to walk than to drink and drive back.

  “You cool with that, Brea?” Kelsey asks, looking at me through the mirror.

  “Like an ice cube.”

  Hannah stands and starts to head out of our room. She’s opening the door when we hear, “Be ready by nine, bitches, and we will head out,” and then she shuts the door.

  I’m still in my towel. I have to put some damn clothes on and get ready. Walking to the closet, I change into a pair of medium wash denim jeans and decide to pair it with a multi-colored pink-layered lace bandeau from Victoria’s Secret and a black flowing tank top. I’m hoping that by showing some leg, I’ll grab Colt’s attention.

  “That’s cute, Brea. Are you going to wear heels tonight?” Kelsey pulls on her purple shirt that is all slashed out in the back, pairing it with a pair of denim jeans as well.

  “You know it.” I grab my black wedges and decide to do my make-up first and let my hair air dry. Kelsey and I chitchat about our classes. I’m finishing my mascara when Savannah walks into our room without knocking. Those twins are already in the no-knock friend zone.

  “We should totally do a shot!”

  At Savannah’s declaration, I smile. “Whoa, now.”

  Kelsey’s laugh overtakes the room as Savannah rats out Hannah’s liquor stash. “Come on! Hannah has that coconut rum, girl. It isn’t even that strong!”

  Well, peer pressure is a bitch, so I say be her best friend. “Sure!”

  Savannah walks away and comes back with Hannah, four shot glasses, and about a twelve ounce bottle of Malibu coconut rum. I hurry to twist my hair into a decent fishtail braid that comes over m
y right shoulder while they pour the shots.

  I have a feeling tonight is going to get crazy.

  Holding our shot glasses up, Savannah asks the question of the night. “What should we toast to?”

  “To crazy times with crazier friends!” Kelsey shouts, and we proceed to throw our shot glasses back.

  Colt

  “What’s up, brother?” Parker has a random chick hanging all over him as I walk into our house.

  Parker, more than anyone, understood my need to get away for a while. I didn’t think I’d be gone for as long as I was, but shit happens. I dealt with it my way, and Parker is dealing with shit his way.

  “Did you know Alex is coming?” Annoyance is strong in my voice. She won’t take no for an answer when it comes to the idea of a sexual relationship with me. She’s always at any local competition, willing and waiting for any rider to take her for a ride.

  “Does it look like I care? That bitch can do what she wants.”

  About that time, I see Erin, Tim’s flavor of the week, and Alex walking into the living room. Normally, her flirting doesn’t bother me, but now that Brealynn is consuming my mind, it does. I can’t explain why, but it has me fucked up.

  “Hey boys, are you ready to party?” Alex coos as she walks over to stand right beside me. She’s tall for a girl, probably about five-foot-six, but compared to my six-foot, she’s short. Her green eyes and long brown hair make her looks. Okay, her size D’s make her looks. She puts her hand on my chest and leans into me, placing a kiss to my cheek.

  “Maybe later.” Pushing her out of my way, I head into the kitchen where I see Landon tapping the keg. I grab a red Solo cup and think ‘I fill you up’ as I fill my cup.

  I hate that dumbass song.

  People have been steadily showing up since about ten. The party is really picking up when I see Brealynn walk in with her friends.

  Damn, she looks good.

  Deciding to finally attempt to figure this girl out, I make my way over to her and throw my arm over her shoulders. “You girls having fun?”

  Brealynn shoves out of my arms like I’m diseased and her friend annoyingly asks, “Aren’t you Colt Taylor?”

  She has to have known who I am. I haven’t tried to pretend to be anyone else. My guard instantly rises, slamming into place. Her friend sets me on edge with the way her wide eyes stare up at me with amazement. I know that look, and normally all they want is a piece of my name. “Yeah, and,” I say matter-of-factly, looking directly at Brealynn, “is that an issue?” ‘Cause if it is, I’ll walk away from her now. She doesn’t look at me with the same stare as her friend; her eyes aren’t glazed over with the prospect of knowing me. No, Brealynn’s are guarded but curious.

  I can work with curious.

  Brealynn

  Holy fucking shit.

  When Colt put his arm around me, he caused all my nerve endings to stand at attention. I had to get away from him before I jumped him and demanded that he take me right there. Nick never made me feel the things I feel when Colt touches me. When Colt’s fingers land on my body, everything else fades away. Flutters erupt in my stomach and take hold, coursing through my limbs. My head becomes light while my heart beats to an unnatural rhythm, causing my breaths to speed up. Despite these feelings, I will be damned if I allow another guy to add me to his list of playthings. Colt might be nice to look at, but like I have said before, he would eat me alive.

  “I need some more alcohol in my system. I’ll be right back.” We didn’t stop at just one shot. That’s why it’s almost midnight, and we’re just now showing up. We kind of drank the whole bottle.

  Oops.

  It wasn’t that big, if that matters.

  That’s what she said. Ha, I crack myself up. Okay, maybe I am a little buzzed.

  Walking over to the keg, I grab a red Solo cup and immediately think of that stupid song.

  Why did Toby Keith have to ruin red Solo cups for me? Why?!

  “Whoa, what did that cup do to you?” Colt takes the cup from me and hands me another. I must have crushed it thinking of that song.

  I really hate that song.

  “Oh. Sorry, just stronger than I look, I guess,” I convey with a light shrug.

  “Remind me to never make you angry.” Stepping so close that our arms touch, he begins to fill my cup with beer. I close my eyes, taking in the smell of his spicy citrus cologne. When I open them, he is looking directly into mine.

  “I – uh – thanks,” I stutter. I have never stuttered this much in my life, but the look he is giving me is setting my insides to a flame, again.

  “Do I make you nervous?”

  Nervous is an understatement.

  “No.” I whisper the white lie.

  “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you will have a reason to be.” He steps closer to me, if that’s possible, cutting off all my oxygen supply. I lick my lips and take a step back, which backs me completely up against the kitchen wall.

  Talking Body by Tove Lo comes on over the surround sound, and I hear Kelsey’s announcement from the island. “Who wants some Jell-O shots!”

  “How about body shots?!” Colt yells back while he stares me down with one eyebrow raised. Is that heartburn? No, no that’s lust crawling its way through my body.

  “Hell, yeah!” Tim agrees.

  Colt grabs my hand and all but drags me to the bar. “Okay, pretty girl. How about you first?”

  His cocky smirk makes me want to set him straight. I know he thinks I will be putty in his hands, and shit, maybe I already am. I start to attempt to hop up on the kitchen island, but before I can try, Colt’s hands are gripping my hips as he effortlessly eases me onto the bar top and I lay back.

  Colt skims his finger along the top of his Jell-O shot to make the gel lose then sucks the Jell-O off his finger, never taking his eyes off mine. His tongue circles his pointer finger seductively. Clenching my thighs together, I try to suppress my lust. Watching him lick the residue off his finger has me hot.

  I pull my tank top up over my stomach and he empties the shot onto my belly button. I lift my head some and look directly at the top of his head leaning over my stomach when I feel his light facial stubble graze my skin.

  Why is it so hot in here all of a sudden?

  Surprisingly soft lips touch my body. Colt carefully and sensually laps up the residue off my stomach, while his tongue massages circles on my skin. My breaths are coming faster, and I am almost positive I could have an orgasm right here in front of everyone if he doesn’t stop soon.

  Too soon he is helping me sit up when his breath tickles the hair around my ear, “Does the rest of you taste this good? Mmmmm.” His rumble trembles through me. The hum of his voice travels through my eardrum all the way down to my vagina.

  I’m pretty sure I need a new pair of panties. Thanks a lot, Colt.

  Steadying my facial expressions so I don’t show the desire I feel with his statement, he helps me down off the island top.

  Alex saunters over and walks right in the middle of us as soon as my feet hit the ground. “I call next. I have your favorite flavor. Cherry.” Fake manicured nails hold up the small container with a proud sneer on her face, stepping in so close to Colt that her boobs press up against his chest.

  Oh, freaking barf, this girl is something else.

  I forcefully shove myself away from the island, successfully removing myself from between her and the bar and causing her to fall into Colt, which I am sure she loved.

  As I take my first step away, her voice calls out to me, “Running away so fast?”

  Aarrrggghhhh, this girl is going to get throat punched.

  “I figured you were getting ready to whore yourself up there on the bar…” Laughing, I add “...I’m sorry, I meant throw yourself up on the bar.”

  She takes a few steps in my direction with Colt on her heels and gets face to face with me when she spits, “Weren’t you just doing the same thing? Wait, are you jealous? I mean, I did have p
lans with Nick tonight but we can switch. Whore to whore.”

  Parker is laughing behind her, and I just want to punch him in his cocky-ass face. She hit a nerve, and she knows it.

  “What the hell did you say, bitch?!” Kelsey makes her appearance at just the right time.

  Maybe I was whoring myself up on the bar? I blame lust.

  “Beat that bitch’s ass, Brea! Or I will!” I turn my head to the right to see Landon by the back door literally holding Kelsey back from marching in my direction.

  “I’m sorry, what? I don’t speak sloreinese,” I question inches from Alex’s face. This bitch can get my blood roaring, and she knows it. I don’t know why I always let her get under my skin.

  “Stupid bitches get stitches!” If Kelsey’s finger could shoot bullets, Alex would be dead. I’m also pretty sure she is throwing up gang signs.

  I see Landon dragging Kelsey out of the kitchen and into the living room before she hurts herself. Thank goodness. I look back at Alex who is grinning ear to ear as Colt just stands there next to her. His face is tense while his eyes stay focused on me. It appears he is at war with himself. One foot steps in my direction, but my words halt him.

  “You can have him.” I toss my hair over my shoulder without taking another glance at Colt and head into the living room.

  Over that drama.

  I stooped to Alex’s level, and that’s so not me. It’s time to focus on myself.

  The music is blaring, and Tim, Kelsey, and I are all chatting about what a bitch Alex is. I honestly don’t think much of her as a human being.

  Landon walks up to our group and says, “I’m sorry about that. She’s crazy,” as he hands me a beer.

  “Yeah, it is no big deal. Where is the spawn of all whores at anyway?”

  “I saw her walk off with Colt…” Landon admits letting the sentence just drop off like I would care if he was with her, is with her.

  I don’t care, I tell myself.

  Really.