Bad Rep
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Jordan shifted my hips slightly so that he could hit the sensitive spot inside me and I tightened around him just as I exploded. “Maysie!” he yelled as I came. His thrusts became wild as he pumped into me. I could barely hold on and we called out each other's names. His fingers dug into my hips and I briefly wondered if he had bruised me. I felt him grow thicker inside me and then just as another orgasm cascaded through my body, Jordan tensed and released himself.
I felt his body shudder and his chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The room was dark but I could see the satisfied smile on his face. Fuck, he was fantastic. He leaned down and kissed my mouth tenderly before pulling out. I lay there, unable to move as he got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and tenderly wiped between my legs, cleaning me with a gentleness that made my heart ache.
“What a way to wake up,” I said smiling, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. Jordan dropped the cloth on the table and climbed over top of me, settling against my back. He placed a kiss on my naked shoulder and then pulled a blanket over both of us as he snuggled into me.
“Why didn't you answer my calls and texts?” he asked after a few minutes. I tensed beside him. The euphoria of really awesome sex was starting to subside and the evenings events started crashing back into me. And with it came my anger.
I couldn't help it, I pulled away from him. Jordan realized what I was doing and wrapped his arm around my middle, holding me still. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low. I tried to move against his iron grip. His arm tightened and I started to get pissed off.
“Let me go, Jordan,” I said, pushing at his arm.
Jordan yanked me back and pushed me down onto the couch. He came up over me and looked down into my face, his eyes boring intensely into mine. “What the hell is going on, Maysie? I had my dick inside you ten minutes ago and now you're acting like you want me to get the f**k out!” he growled, leaning into me.
I wiggled underneath him. “Just move, okay. You're crowding me,” I pleaded, not liking the way this was going. My mind was still muddled from the sex and the crazy emotions I had been feeling all evening. And being with Jordan made it impossible to think straight.
I remembered what Riley said about not pushing him away but right then, I needed space. Jordan sat up and lifted his hands. I slid out from underneath him and grabbed my clothes, quickly yanking them on. I pushed my hair off of my face with shaky hands.
Jordan grabbed my hand. “Maysie, please. Tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you won't tell me,” he said softly, his earlier irritation gone. Now he just looked confused and really worried. I let out a deep sigh.
“You can't help me, Jordan. It's gone way passed that,” I said cryptically. Jordan frowned.
“What happened?” he asked me again.
“I've had a shitty day. There was some stuff that happened earlier, some posters that someone had put up about me...” I started but Jordan cut me off.
“Posters? What kind of posters?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice. I looked at him and saw that his jaw had tensed. He looked scary and sexy and damned if I didn't want to jump his bones again.
“Posters of me during pledge week in a bikini. And there were these ratings for different parts of my body. And then it had my number at the bottom for guys to call if they...you know...” I couldn't even finish. I was too embarrassed. Jordan's fist slammed into the coffee table making me jump.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he roared and I flinched at his anger.
“Do you know who did this?” he demanded. I took a tiny step backwards. His vibe was seriously angry and more than a little scary. I swallowed thickly and felt myself wobbling.
“Doesn't matter,” I mumbled. Jordan got to his feet. He was still naked but his muscles were taught as though he were ready to do battle.
“The hell it doesn't matter! Who did this?” he demanded again. His anger made me angry and I glared at him.
“IT DOESN”T MATTER!” I screamed and Jordan went silent. But I went on. “Because then tonight I was voted out of Chi Delta. They kicked me out!” Jordan's rage melted away and he reached for me.
“Mays, I'm so sorry,” he said, trying to grab a hold of me. I evaded his grasp.
“Yeah, well that came after I almost beat the shit out of your ex-girlfriend,” I said darkly. Jordan's eyes widened in shock.
“You almost beat the shit out of Liv?” he asked, as though he hadn't heard me correctly. I smiled without humor.
“Yeah, she's sporting a wicked bald spot, I'm sure,” I said a little too gleefully.
Jordan frowned again. “Mays, what the hell? Why would you do something like that?” he asked as though speaking to a child. Then I snapped. All of my anger, hurt, betrayal. Every horrible feeling I had had in the last few weeks came bubbling to the surface. And it all focused on one target. Jordan.
“Why did I do that? Because of you! It's always about you!” I hollered, fisting my hands at my side. Jordan leaned down to the floor and grabbed his jeans, putting them back on.
“So the fact that you tried to take out Olivia is my fault? Am I hearing that right?” he asked. I recognized a dangerous edge to his voice but I was way passed caring.
“Well, every single crappy thing that has happened in the past four months has somehow circled around good ol' Jordan Levitt. So you do the f**king math!” I threw at him. Jordan's lips thinned and his face started to flush. His eyes glinted angrily.
I felt his body shudder and his chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. The room was dark but I could see the satisfied smile on his face. Fuck, he was fantastic. He leaned down and kissed my mouth tenderly before pulling out. I lay there, unable to move as he got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and tenderly wiped between my legs, cleaning me with a gentleness that made my heart ache.
“What a way to wake up,” I said smiling, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. Jordan dropped the cloth on the table and climbed over top of me, settling against my back. He placed a kiss on my naked shoulder and then pulled a blanket over both of us as he snuggled into me.
“Why didn't you answer my calls and texts?” he asked after a few minutes. I tensed beside him. The euphoria of really awesome sex was starting to subside and the evenings events started crashing back into me. And with it came my anger.
I couldn't help it, I pulled away from him. Jordan realized what I was doing and wrapped his arm around my middle, holding me still. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low. I tried to move against his iron grip. His arm tightened and I started to get pissed off.
“Let me go, Jordan,” I said, pushing at his arm.
Jordan yanked me back and pushed me down onto the couch. He came up over me and looked down into my face, his eyes boring intensely into mine. “What the hell is going on, Maysie? I had my dick inside you ten minutes ago and now you're acting like you want me to get the f**k out!” he growled, leaning into me.
I wiggled underneath him. “Just move, okay. You're crowding me,” I pleaded, not liking the way this was going. My mind was still muddled from the sex and the crazy emotions I had been feeling all evening. And being with Jordan made it impossible to think straight.
I remembered what Riley said about not pushing him away but right then, I needed space. Jordan sat up and lifted his hands. I slid out from underneath him and grabbed my clothes, quickly yanking them on. I pushed my hair off of my face with shaky hands.
Jordan grabbed my hand. “Maysie, please. Tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you won't tell me,” he said softly, his earlier irritation gone. Now he just looked confused and really worried. I let out a deep sigh.
“You can't help me, Jordan. It's gone way passed that,” I said cryptically. Jordan frowned.
“What happened?” he asked me again.
“I've had a shitty day. There was some stuff that happened earlier, some posters that someone had put up about me...” I started but Jordan cut me off.
“Posters? What kind of posters?” he asked in a dangerously quiet voice. I looked at him and saw that his jaw had tensed. He looked scary and sexy and damned if I didn't want to jump his bones again.
“Posters of me during pledge week in a bikini. And there were these ratings for different parts of my body. And then it had my number at the bottom for guys to call if they...you know...” I couldn't even finish. I was too embarrassed. Jordan's fist slammed into the coffee table making me jump.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he roared and I flinched at his anger.
“Do you know who did this?” he demanded. I took a tiny step backwards. His vibe was seriously angry and more than a little scary. I swallowed thickly and felt myself wobbling.
“Doesn't matter,” I mumbled. Jordan got to his feet. He was still naked but his muscles were taught as though he were ready to do battle.
“The hell it doesn't matter! Who did this?” he demanded again. His anger made me angry and I glared at him.
“IT DOESN”T MATTER!” I screamed and Jordan went silent. But I went on. “Because then tonight I was voted out of Chi Delta. They kicked me out!” Jordan's rage melted away and he reached for me.
“Mays, I'm so sorry,” he said, trying to grab a hold of me. I evaded his grasp.
“Yeah, well that came after I almost beat the shit out of your ex-girlfriend,” I said darkly. Jordan's eyes widened in shock.
“You almost beat the shit out of Liv?” he asked, as though he hadn't heard me correctly. I smiled without humor.
“Yeah, she's sporting a wicked bald spot, I'm sure,” I said a little too gleefully.
Jordan frowned again. “Mays, what the hell? Why would you do something like that?” he asked as though speaking to a child. Then I snapped. All of my anger, hurt, betrayal. Every horrible feeling I had had in the last few weeks came bubbling to the surface. And it all focused on one target. Jordan.
“Why did I do that? Because of you! It's always about you!” I hollered, fisting my hands at my side. Jordan leaned down to the floor and grabbed his jeans, putting them back on.
“So the fact that you tried to take out Olivia is my fault? Am I hearing that right?” he asked. I recognized a dangerous edge to his voice but I was way passed caring.
“Well, every single crappy thing that has happened in the past four months has somehow circled around good ol' Jordan Levitt. So you do the f**king math!” I threw at him. Jordan's lips thinned and his face started to flush. His eyes glinted angrily.
