Caught Up in Between

Kate and I walked down the street, and as we neared the college campus, I heard the sounds of the party. Loud music could be heard perfectly, even from a distance.

“So, what’s our plan for tonight? Are we mingling or just having fun?” I asked.

“How about both? I think most of the older students have already arrived... I hope to meet some guys from the football team. If we're lucky, Jones will be here. He’s gorgeous and hot! Even one look at him makes me wet, and I'm sure I'm not the only one!”

“Who is Jones?” I arched my eyebrow at her questioningly.

“Becca, I can’t believe it! Your ignorance is amazing!” Kate laughed and rolled her eyes at me. “Jones is the star of our college’s football team, and he’s the best quarterback the team has had in several years! I heard that after graduation, he could even be drafted to the NFL.”

I flinched when I heard the word “quarterback.”

The memories of Adam flooded my mind. He was my boyfriend for two years and also the quarterback on our high school football team.

He was my first serious boyfriend; I gave him all of myself and I was sure that he was the one for me. How stupid was I? Very.

He started cheating on me a short time after I had lost my virginity to him. Our relationship ended with my heart being broken when he dumped me one month before graduation. He told me that I just couldn’t satisfy him in bed, no matter how hard I tried.

So he just chose what was best for him and dumped me for one of the meanest girls in our class. They had been fucking behind my back for several months before Adam finally decided to be honest with me. How generous of him! Fucking asshole!

“Becca, are you still sulking because of dickhead Adam Farrell?” She must have noticed me flinching.

“No, Kate. Honestly. You remember that everyone expected me to have a public breakdown, but I held my head high and didn’t show any of them how painful his betrayal was for me. That helped me to overcome my pain,” I explained.

“It’s just strange. He was a big part of my life for two years, and I loved him. I thought that we were fine and our sex life was perfect… I was wrong about both.

“Now I think that maybe I am frigid or not sexy enough… Ugh, I don’t know! Every time I hear the word ‘quarterback’…my mind goes blank, and I am not sexy enough flashes in my head like a neon light.”

Kate appeared indignant. “Don’t you see yourself in the mirror? You’re stunning with your big emerald eyes! You have a perfect, curvaceous body. Your body is like a guitar! I even envy your boobs and long legs! And ass!” She linked our arms and tugged me closer to her.

“I am beautiful. I know that. But what if I am not good in bed? What if Adam was right, and I can’t satisfy any man?”

“Adam is a jerk, and he didn’t deserve a precious girlfriend like you! Believe me, Becca, I have a feeling that you will find your perfect guy here. I don’t know why, but you know my intuition. It’s always right!”

“Here is to hoping.” I hugged my best friend and smiled at her. “So, I guess you want to get laid tonight? Maybe I could talk you out of it? Just drinking and dancing?”

“Nah. I have been waiting for this party for too long. Becca, I know that there is no sex for you tonight, but at least, promise me you’ll try to have fun?”

“Will do, Kitty Kate, will do.” I chuckled at her pouting lips as she marched us to the front door of the fraternity house, which was wide open. People were everywhere; they laughed and drank from their red cups.

Kate and I had been at the party for almost forty minutes and we had already caught the attention of two guys.

I wasn’t interested in either of them, but Kate found one of them attractive, so I shut my mouth and tried to be nice. One of them was Liam, and the other was Caiden, but I wasn’t sure who was who.

As I said, I wasn’t interested. Kate dragged me to dance a little, and the guys followed us to the dance floor. Soon enough, Kate was locking lips with her admirer.

I saw the other guy looking in my direction with a suggestive smirk, and I decided to go find the bathroom.

After I wandered a little through the house, I finally found it. Thank goodness, it was empty. When I was on my way back to the living room where Kate was, I saw a room off to the right.

The door was open, and the lights were dimmed. I heard laughter. I was curious, so I walked into the room and stopped, leaning my side on the doorframe.

There were people all around, but what caught my attention was a group resting on two couches in the middle of the room.

They were playing cards, drinking, and they didn’t give a damn about the people around them who were watching them play.

I don’t know what made me stay here, maybe the atmosphere of the room or the guys playing cards. I stood with a red cup in my hand, taking each of the guys on the couch into my view.

They were athletes, probably football players; they all looked muscular and huge. They were popular and loved by the girls. I could tell just by observing them.

Some of the girls were sitting on the laps of the guys, some on the back of the sofa; a few girls lingered near the walls.

Then, a guy with a short haircut, who was sitting with his back turned to me, shifted a little, and my eyes landed on the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen.

He had been engaged in the game, with a concentrated look on his face, but at the same time, he had a radiant smile.

The guy had a strong jawline with a little stubble, and his straight nose had a slight crook. As for his lips, they were deliciously full.

And God, the guy had dimples that were so cute and so unbelievably sexy. He was relaxed, but still, his bulging biceps were on display, and I even caught sight of a tattoo on his right forearm.

His muscular chest was visible through his tight white T-shirt, which hugged him perfectly and sent a wave of electricity through me as my eyes roamed over his body.

His hair was dark brown, and it was cut short, but it was still a little messy. I didn’t have the slightest idea who he was, but I knew one thing: he was the leader of this group—a star.

The other guys looked at him almost with admiration in their eyes.

I had been staring at him for so long that he finally locked eyes with me.

I lost myself in his eyes. They were almost black, with thick black eyelashes.

I held his gaze like it was the most important thing for me to do tonight. He blinked. I won.

But his gaze didn’t leave me. Instead, his eyes shifted down and roamed over my body, lingering a little on my chest and my long legs, before they were back to bore into my eyes again.

I felt hot, like the air in the room became charged with heat. As we continued staring at each other, I felt another wave of heat, but this time between my legs.

I felt my panties starting to become wet, my clit was aching with desire. I wanted this guy. Badly. I had never felt like this before. I knew nothing about him, but it didn’t matter.

He could walk up to me and take me right here at this door, and I wouldn’t say a word in protest. Shit! What was going on, really? He just looked at me. What would happen if he decided to talk to me?

I crossed my legs and shifted a little. I needed to take control of my stupid body. The guy saw my actions and smirked. He was aware of his effect on me. Asshole!

A blonde guy sitting near him clapped him on the back, returning his attention to the game.

I felt so weak in my knees that I didn’t even have the power to leave the room. So, I stayed.

More people arrived in the room; some came, others went, and I just stood there, trying to wrap my brain around what had just happened.

The guy didn’t look my way anymore, and honestly, I felt disappointed. He liked what he saw, I could tell by the way his eyes lingered on my body. So why didn’t he try to approach me?

I didn’t understand anything right now. I was confused.

Just then, I felt someone’s hands land on my waist, pulling my back against their chest. I had no idea what was going on, but I was scared. I felt the guy holding me start to grind against me with his arousal.

I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but it was no use. He was too strong. I felt a hot breath on my neck and caught the scent of alcohol, and the fear inside me started to turn to anger.

“Hey, hey, babe. It’s me, Liam. Why did you leave me all alone for so long? We were having a good time together, so I thought maybe you were lost, and I was right.”

Who the hell was Liam?! Then, I realized that he was one of the two guys from the beginning of the party. But I didn’t want him!

He was the reason why I had left the living room and stayed here in the first place. Anger started to take over me. I tried to push his hands off of me, but his grip only tightened.

He held me firmly to the spot. I felt him becoming harder behind me, and my cheeks flushed. His one hand stayed on my stomach, another one cupped my breast and squeezed it hard. I flinched.

He was groping and harassing me right here in a fully crowded room, and I couldn’t even manage to say a word!

I closed my eyes to try to calm down and collect my strength to push this freak off of me. That was when I sensed someone’s presence in front of me. I heard a deep and low voice; it sounded demanding.

“What’s your problem, Matthews? This girl doesn’t look like she’s enjoying your attention.”

I opened my eyes and felt relief. It was the sexy guy I had been watching. He was taller than me, around six feet three inches, I would guess, with broad shoulders.

His hands were folded over his chest, showing his well-defined biceps. He wasn’t relaxed now; he was tense, like a predator ready to strike.

Despite all the stress, I felt the heat between my legs again. I couldn’t believe myself. This guy was making me hot and in need of release.

I had been entranced by his eyes before, and now, I felt intimidated by his presence.

This feeling was too new to me, and I didn’t understand it—the only thing I wanted right now was to run away from this party.

Liam dropped his hands from my sides, only to pull me closer to his hips. I felt dizzy and nauseous. The need to run away was only intensifying with every second.

“You’re wrong, dude. She’s just new in town and a little shy. Give me some time alone with her, and she will be begging for my attention.”

“I don’t think so. Let her go, Matthews.”

His voice was calm, but it carried power. Shivers ran down my spine. I took a moment and looked him over again. He was stunning, and he exuded masculinity and pure sex.

Not to mention, there was a natural charm to him, with his damn dimples. I was attracted to him on an instinctual level; the feeling was so raw and uninhibited.

I was now certain that he was a football player, every inch of his physique was screaming it. I pictured him without his T-shirt and swallowed, my breathing becoming ragged.

I would have given anything in the world to have him there and then. My body acted on its own and arched toward him. It was as if I didn’t have any power over it. The desire was painful, and it overwhelmed me.

I was going nuts. The atmosphere was intense, and I was fantasizing about this gorgeous man before my eyes. These feelings started to freak me out even more than the creep beside me.

“Bro, what the fuck? That is no way to talk to your guest.” Finally, Liam let go of me and stared at the guy. But he wasn’t alone. Already, the blond guy and a guy in a baseball cap stood on both sides of him. Wow, talk about stunning guys.

The blond guy looked quite different from the guy with the dimples, but he was dangerously gorgeous too.

Looking at him, I just knew in an instant that he was trouble, that he would break a girl’s heart and move on, without even taking one look back at her.

The face of the guy in the baseball cap was hidden as there wasn’t enough light in the room, but he wasn’t smaller than the other two.

They must all have been over six feet three or four inches tall, and they all had hot and muscular bodies. This trinity looked impressive, and they were the real deal.

“Exactly. This is our house. You do as we say or get the hell out of here,” said the guy with the dimples.

“Whatever. She’s not worth it,” Liam spat and turned to leave. I sighed with relief and relaxed, leaning my side on the doorframe again. All three men were looking after him; everyone in the room was quiet.

“Go after him. Make sure he’s out of here,” the guy with the dimples said to the guy in the cap.

I didn’t even know their names, so I gave them nicknames. The blond looked me over with a seductive grin on his lips and a strange glint in his eyes. He returned to the couch while I brought my gaze to the dimpled one, who had been studying me this whole time.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” I felt kindness in his words and smiled. He was a good guy, I just knew it. He cared.

“Yeah, thank you.”

He shrugged his shoulders to show me it wasn’t a big deal. But it was: his actions were a big deal to me.

“I don’t remember seeing you before,” he said.

“Well, he was right about one thing,” I replied, referring to Liam. “It is my first year here. Guess it’s not starting off so well for me.”

“Don’t let one asshole ruin your first college party,” he smiled at me.

Damn, with that smile and his dimples, he was even hotter. His gaze once again imprisoned me. I wanted him to kiss me, to devour me with his luscious lips. I imagined his big hands cupping my ass and his tongue on my breasts.

We stared silently at each other for what felt like a few minutes. I saw that his eyes weren’t black as I thought they were before; they were brown with hints of gold. And what I saw in them gave me goosebumps.

The guy wanted me. His desire was almost equal to mine. As I realized this, heat spread through my whole body. I was ready to tell him “yes” as soon as he would ask me, but then I heard a voice. The blond was calling him back to the game. The moment was ruined.

“Logan, are you planning to stand there all night? We were in the middle of something, or did you forget already?”

Okay, at least I know his name. It’s Logan.

“Prepare to get your ass kicked, Drew, because I will win. Again.”

The blond was Drew, noted. Logan had answered without even looking back at him. Then, Logan nodded at me, and the next moment, I was all alone at the door frame.

I stayed.

I waited for him to invite me to the couch, but he didn’t. I hoped he would look at me again, but he didn’t. It was as if I didn’t even exist anymore.

I am nothing to him.

The words echoed in my mind as I rushed to leave the party. When I reached the street, tears streamed down my face. Fucking Adam made me question myself, made me feel vulnerable in front of men.

Even though I was beautiful and had worked hard on my body, it wasn’t enough. I knew I saw desire in Logan’s eyes, but it didn’t matter.