Page 2 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Two

A rcher slammed open the door to his apartment and threw his bookbag across the foyer. His roommate Carter was leaning against the counter with his eyebrows raised.

"Whoa. Who the hell pissed in your Wheaties?"

Archer grumbled as he moved to the fridge and ripped it open. He grabbed a beer and tipped it to his lips.

"You ever meet someone and want to choke them and kiss them all in the same breath?"

"Can't say I have. I'm assuming this is about someone in your art history class?"

"Yeah." Archer stiffened thinking about her. He hadn't even asked her name, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. "A chick sitting in front of me popped her fucking gum the entire time. Drove me fucking nuts."

"Why didn’t you just ask her to stop?" Carter pushed off the edge and stalked toward their shared living room.

"I did," Archer growled. "And you know what she said?"

"From your expression, I'm going to say it was something good."

"She said 'maybe I should just blow you.' Can you fucking believe that?"

"Wait, a minute. She offered to suck your cock in class?"

"She wasn’t serious, Carter. She was being a bitch."

"And this is the person you want to choke and kiss?"

Archer scrubbed his hand down his face and groaned. "My mind wants to hate her, but my dick didn’t get the memo. I thought I was going to have to go jack off in the bathroom after class."

"Too much info, bro." Carter closed his eyes and winced. "What's her name?"

"I didn't ask. I've seen her around before, but I don’t know who she is."

"Describe her to me, maybe I know her."

I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling. Just conjuring up her image made my pants tighten.

"She's gorgeous. Probably five-foot-five, maybe six, with blonde hair. And her eyes…" Archer closed his own, imagining her in front of him. "They're the deepest brown I've ever seen before."

"Damn. You do have it bad." Carter snickered. "But the good news is I know exactly who you're talking about. Her hair is in a sexy little bob, right?"

"Yeah." Archer sat up.

"Harley Cross. She's a senior studying law. I've had a few classes with her."

"Really?" Archer couldn’t believe his luck. "You know if she has a boyfriend?"

"Nah. What I hear is she's kind of an ice queen. Her best friend Jackie is a different story." Carter grinned. "I hear that’s the wildcat of the two."

"Great. You can have the wildcat." He stood and headed into his bedroom. "I need to do some homework."

He didn't really, but sitting out there with Carter and trying to hide his erection was getting uncomfortable. He needed a cold shower and a plan. Something about Harley called out to him, making him want to know more about her.

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t the popping of the gum that got under his skin.

No—it was the movement of her mouth and the way her tongue darted out each time she'd blown one.

And when she'd made the insinuation, she would rather blow him—no matter how sarcastic she was being—Archer's cock had taken notice.

Hell, he was hard as a rock as he stepped beneath the cool spray of his shower. He braced his hands on the tile, letting the water wash over him. Archer willed his body to behave, but his dick wasn’t listening.

He closed his eyes and pictured Harley sitting in front of him in class. His hand gripped his shaft as he envisioned her perfectly plump lips wrapping around his crown. He tugged on his rod, pretending it was her mouth sucking him off.

"Harley." Archer groaned her name as his cum squirted out, coating the tile in his residue. His body deflated as the orgasm washed over him, and his cock softened in his palm.

"Fuck." He washed his hand off and wiped down the wall. Archer was in trouble with a girl who probably hated his guts.