Chapter 12 Jaxon

Her name was Candy, and she was about as interesting as intelligent, which was not at all. I had hoped that her involvement in the Sorority would make her just as exciting as she was beautiful, but no such luck. After half an hour, I found myself zoning in and out as Candy rambled on incessantly about how good of friends her cat and dog were. No, seriously. Apparently, that was a thing.
Back at the bar, Grayce was chatting it up with Alex. She hadn’t looked back even once to see how we were bonding. I was offended. As Candy proceeded to talk, I made a mental note to tell Grayce that wing persons were required to take care of their own in situations of dire desperation. For all Grayce knew, this girl was some psycho who would tie me up and take me hostage in her closet, and Grayce would never see my face again. Not that she’d mind, I was sure. Grayce didn’t seem too keen on seeing my face, anyway.
“That’s awesome,” I said when Candy stopped to take a breath. I had no idea what she was talking about at this point, and I didn’t much care. I had two choices: I could blow her off and go home alone tonight, or I could put on my big boy pants, ask her over, and hope for the best. I chose the latter.
“I’d love to see your place,” Candy said. Her eyes were huge, practically bugging out of her skull, the eyes of a psychopath. At this point, being taken hostage by this girl was the best-case scenario. The more likely possibility was that she’d murder me in my sleep and stuff me in the bathtub, but I guess I was still willing to take that chance to get laid.
“Hey, sis,” I said, coming up behind Grayce. “We’re out of here.” I clapped my hand on her shoulder and squeezed harder than necessary. She swiveled around in her seat, saw that Candy was still loyally by my side, and laughed, shaking her head.
“Have a good night, bro,” she said. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow so we can finish that homework assignment I tried to work on with you today.”
“Sure thing.” I made it a point to wrap my arm around Candy’s backside and draw her into me as Grayce watched us. She still looked amused, even proud of herself for snagging me this girl, in the first place. Alex was eyeing me over the bar counter, one eyebrow raised as she watched us. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Alex scared the shit out of me.
“Ready?” I asked Candy, and we walked hand in hand out the door.
It was difficult not to wonder what Grayce thought as I walked with Candy back to my apartment. Candy was still talking, of course, rambling on about something I couldn’t give a shit about. She seemed content with the occasional grunt of agreement and nod of the head, so I allowed myself to zone out. It was an odd feeling, I found, getting ready to jump into the sack with a cute girl while I was still thinking of someone else. Granted, I wasn’t thinking of Grayce in a sexual way, not at all. But damn, she’d already proved to be so much more than the average sorority girl, and I longed to be back at the bar having a conversation with her … not that she would share that same desire.
“Your sister seems nice,” Candy said, drawing my attention back to her. “Is she in a sorority, too?”
I almost laughed out loud at the thought of Grayce prancing around in skanky clothes with a bitch beer in her hand. I didn’t know her well, but I knew she’d probably die before succumbing to the world of Kappa parties and Brazilian waxes.
“No,” I said. “She’s a writer for The Bengal.”
“Oh, that’s cool,” Candy said, not sounding interested. “You guys don’t look like brother and sister.”
If only she knew.
“Here we are,” I said, unlocking the door to my apartment. We stepped inside, and I closed it behind us, heading to the kitchen for a beer. I offered Candy one, and she took it, but not before she kicked off her high heel shoes and made herself comfortable on my couch. She was dressed scantily in a tight, black dress that barely covered her ass, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore too much makeup for my taste, but I wasn’t about to complain.
“How about we take this party to the bedroom?” Candy said after a few moments of silence. The girl moved fast, I’ll tell you, but I didn’t have a problem with it because any form of intelligent conversation would most likely not happen. I smiled at her, noticing how her slender legs flashed just enough skin for my liking.
“I think I can get on board with that.” I set the beer bottle on the counter and make my way to the couch, holding my hand out for Candy. She took it, her eyes scanning my body with lust, then before I could lead her to the bedroom, she kissed me, hard, passionate. She tastes good, like peppermint gum and some kind of perfume, and there’s no reason to get to the bedroom anymore. Not when we can fuck right here, right now.
With a moan, Candy drops to her knees in front of me and works the button and zipper on my pants. I tangled my hand in her hair and threw my head back as Candy took me in her mouth, wet, hot, and ready for me. I gripped the back of her head by her hair and pushed her into me, over and over again, until she was gagging, but when I let up my grip, she didn't stop going, and a moan escaped her throat as I neared the edge of oblivion. But despite the hot chick on her knees in front of me, despite the genuine desire she had for me, I still can’t stop imagining Grayce.