Free Above the Noise by Michelle Kemper Brownlow

tongue. We weren’t done.
    I lost it and caught him in the head again with my fist. No doubt, I felt that one. I took another shot and made abrupt contact with his jaw then another. Becki was yelling, but I couldn’t make sense of anything she said, the music was too loud. Someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me back. “Dude, he’s not worth it, let’s bounce. C’mon, Cal, don’t do this.” Spider, always the voice of reason.
    I nodded and wrestled my arms back from him. I took a deep breath and calmly walked back over to where Max was crouched, trying to get up.
    “Max, you were out of line.” I crouched down in front of him and watched him wipe the blood coming from his nose with the back of his hand. I didn’t want to apologize. I wanted to continue smashing his head with my fist, but that wasn’t how I wanted people to see me. “Stay away from her. She’s not yours to take.”
    “And I’m not yours to take either!” Becki’s voice was loud and clear as the song ended. I stood and turned to her. She didn’t say another word, but her eyes said it all. I’d disappointed her. That revelation stung way worse than if she’d just punched me in the gut.

 
     
    “ONE SINGLE ROOM , please.” I cleared my throat so the vibrato of my voice would appear to be something other than the betrayal of my tough exterior.
    The elevator doors closed, and when it lifted I got that familiar wave in my stomach. I thought back to one of the nights in my dorm with Calon. He and I were in my dorm talking. On that particular night I challenged him to a duel of sorts. I bet him a back rub that in just three sentences I could describe a sexier scene than he could.
     

     
    “LADIES FIRST.” HE raised an eyebrow and shifted his body so I fell back into his lap. He lightly touched my hair and all I could think about was the part of him my head was resting on. I had to cross my legs to ease the pulsing between them. I had no idea what the hell was wrong with me, it was so odd that I had not yet undressed this god that shared the space on my bed with me. I wasn’t shy or awkward when it came to letting a guy know what I wanted. Gracie did that good girl thing way too well; made me look like a slut. She always laughed when I said that.
    “They sat at the corner table with the least amount of light.” I held up one finger, signaling the end of my first sentence. “She reached under the table, and he’d already freed his cock from his jeans, which just added to the wetness already soaking in her panties.” I raised my second finger. “As she reached for him, his hand shot up her skirt and in one movement, pushed her panties to the side and entered her with two thick fingers.” I held my three fingers in his face and made a cocky clicking sound with my mouth.
    “Not bad for a beginner.” Calon chuckled.
    “Beginner? I do believe I felt my headrest rise during those three sentences.”
    “Nah, just so much in there—”
    “Yeah, yeah, don’t change the subject, rock star. Gimme what you got.”
    He cleared his throat, laced his fingers, stretched his arms out in front of him, and cracked his knuckles. He bumped his head to either shoulder and took a deep breath. It was all I could do to not crack up. He really was a goof ball. He silently raised one finger, counting his first sentence before he even spoke.
    “He pressed her tight against the mirrored wall of the elevator, leaned down just far enough to reach under her thighs and lift her so her tight ass was above his hips. His pants fell to the floor, and before the change that jingled across the floor stopped spinning, he was inside her. With each thrust he pounded into her, she let out a whimper until the thrusts quickened and they shattered from a climax so intense they crumbled to the floor, spent and drenched in lust.”
    I stared up at his face. He waved three long fingers between us. My mouth hung open like an idiot, and I had no smart comeback, no