Knuckles wrapped on our door, hard.
I popped up and answered it. Once I did, I immediately slammed the door in Ryker’s face.
He knocked again. “Open up.” He slurred his words.
Vicki’s eyes got big as she smiled. “What’s he doing here?”
Great question.But I didn’t care to find out, so I sat back down.
Ryker knocked again.
“Go away,” I shouted.
Girls giggled loudly in the hall.
“I’m saving up money for the fundraiser to buy a date with you,” a girl said.
“You know he might get mauled in the hall,” Vicki said through a laugh.
“Let him. I don’t care.”
“You do, and you know it. Remember, big dick.”
I snorted. “Stop reminding me.” We were as bad as the men. If they were into boobs, we couldn’t stop talking about penises. Or at least I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryker’s dick night after night.
I squeezed my legs together.
He knocked again.
That time, Vicki answered. “Come on in.”
“Traitor,” I said to her.
She laughed. “Ryker, you’ve made my night.”
He waltzed in like he owned the room. “Wow. We haven’t even fucked either.”
“It’s your lucky night, then,” Vicki returned. Then she went over to the fridge and pulled out a soda.
Ryker sat down in Vicki’s spot. Actually, he positioned himself almost on top of me.
I flew off the couch. “I told you to stay away from me.” I grabbed the can of soda out of Vicki’s hand and took a big gulp to rid my throat of the dryness or maybe to cool my heated body.
Ryker was too big for the small living area of our dorm room, and his body was way too big for the love seat we had.
He sat up straighter. “Got any beer?”
“No. And if we did, I wouldn’t offer you any. Now leave.”
“Ah, Haven,” Vicki said. “Don’t kick a guy when he’s down.” She leaned closer and whispered into my ear. “This is the perfect time to take advantage of him. Seriously, he’s oozing all kinds of sex appeal right now.”
I swallowed thickly. His button-up shirt was open at the top, showing a little chest hair. His sleeves were rolled up on his forearms, showing off his large diver’s watch, which glinted in the light, and his ripped jeans hinted at what lay underneath his belt.
He licked his lips. “Can I at least get some water?”
Vicki obliged.
I didn’t move. “Are you drunk?” He’d been drinking, but he didn’t look wasted like that first night I’d met him and sat on his lap.
