Boys and Girls, Part III: Can't Stay Away

Chapter 10 – Inquisition

It had been almost two weeks since Ryan had figured out Jacy’s secret. He hadn’t been joking when he threatened to find the culprit himself and teach the son-of-a-bitch a lesson in how to treat women.

After much careful investigation, Ryan had learned that the guilty party was one Scott Wellesley, a freshman baseball player who spent a lot of free time at the Santa Villa Apartment complex, where the campus’s loosest girls were rumored to reside. Not a big surprise. Ryan had asked Scott’s roommate, a fellow baseball player, where Wellesley might be. The coward had folded under Ryan’s murderous glare almost immediately.

Ryan had decided to forgo the use of his crutches as he trudged along campus. He still limped, but it was so slight that you could only tell if you were watching closely. He ascended one set of stairs until he found room 2H. He rapped on the door.

A sultry-looking brunette, wearing nothing but a baseball jersey that barely covered her nether regions, opened the door. Ryan knew a sports groupie when he saw one, and he thought this girl might as well have worn a sign that said, “Do Me.” She was about the same height and weight as Stephanie, but this girl had bigger breasts and a bitchier look about her. She looked interested at the appearance of Ryan at her doorstep.

“Can I help you?” she asked coquettishly.

“Scott Wellesley – is he here?”

“Who’s asking?”

“A friend,” he answered, with the most charming grin he could muster.

She arched a suggestive eyebrow and turned around, leaving the door open. She made a show of sticking her ass out. He glimpsed a pair of tight ass cheeks from beneath the baseball shirt, but Ryan wasn’t turned on at all. He was ready to kick some ass, not ogle it.

Within seconds, a guy with light blonde bedroom hair stumbled out of the bedroom. He looked like he had just gotten up from a post-coital nap. He wore jeans and nothing else. He was pretty well built, but Ryan was taller by at least two inches and packed more muscle than this guy did.

“Can I help you?” he asked groggily.

“Could I speak with you outside?”

The guy regarded his girl questioningly. She just shrugged her shoulders and retreated into the kitchen. Scott lazily strode out past the front door, where Ryan stood, and shut the door behind him.

“What do you –

Scott didn’t have a chance to finish his question when Ryan’s strong fist collided with his nose.

“Ow! Fuck! What the fuck are you doing?”

Ryan socked him in the gut this time. When Scott tried to throw a punch, himself, Ryan easily dodged it. He pushed Scott into the wall outside of the door and leveled a fiery gaze in his direction.

“Apologize to Jacy Hewitt,” he gritted out.

“Who?” Scott asked, blood drizzling from his traumatized nose.

That earned another punch, and Scott cried out.

“The girl who you embarrassed at the fucking party your stupid frat held.”

“Why do you care?” he shouted.

“She’s a friend, asshole,” Ryan answered. “You mess with my friends, I reward you accordingly.”

Scott’s eyes were wide-open. “No.”

Ryan raised his fists again. Scott closed his eyes to prepare for the blow, but his pussy ways finally became exposed. “Wait!”

“Why should I?”

“I was told to ask her out!” Scott confessed.

Ryan’s fist dropped. “What? Who?” When Scott wouldn’t answer, Ryan gripped his neck and threatened to squeeze. “Who?”

“T-Tristan Carter,” he eked out.

Ryan almost squeezed anyway, but he needed Wellesley to explain why. “I’m giving you thirty seconds to explain. Talk.”

Ryan dropped his hands and Wellesley immediately began explaining. “Carter comes up to me and offers me three hundred bucks to ask this girl out to the mixer,” he began. “I was, like, ‘okay,’ and so he gives me information about her, right? I found her and asked her out, and she accepted, like Carter said she would.”

“How does Carter even know her?” Ryan demanded.

“He said she fucked things up while he was macking on some gorgeous biracial babe. She pissed him off so he wanted to get back at her. He didn’t say anything else, I swear.”

Ryan didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t known any of this shit; he didn’t know if he could even take this son-of-a-bitch standing in front of him seriously. But for some reason, Ryan believed Scott Wellesley because he felt that Tristan Carter could be that much of an asshole. Ryan couldn’t believe that Carter had had the balls to make a move on Lani. Most guys took one look and her and backed away because they didn’t think they had a chance. Obviously, Carter had no issues with his self-esteem.

Ryan leveled his gray eyes directly on Scott and gave him a cold stare.

“You better be telling the truth Wellesley. If I find out you’re lying, you can expect to see me again,” he threatened in a deep, menacing voice.

Scott gulped before opening his slut’s apartment door and sprinting inside. As Ryan walked down the stairs, he heard a scream from the apartment – Scott’s groupie had no doubt seen the state of her lover’s face.

Ryan was more than happy to finally leave the Santa Villa apartments. He was on a high right now…trying to figure out the fastest way to teach Tristan Carter a lesson in being a gentleman. More importantly…he was going to find out why Lani hadn’t told him any of this sooner.

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An angry Ryan was never good news, but this Ryan Mackey was absolutely fuming, and Lani didn’t know what she had done this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me that fuckwad Carter tried to grope you, Lani?”

What? “What are you talking ab-

“I just paid our friend, Scott Wellesley, a visit, and he told me that he invited Jacy to that frat party because that asshole Carter had a score to settle with her,” he began walking right into her living room without an invitation. “Apparently, he tried to make the moves on you, and Jacy came to the rescue. Is this correct, or is Wellesley full of shit?” He stopped about five steps in and spun around to face her. His hard, gray eyes shone fury.

Crap, Lani thought, as she remembered what Ryan was talking about. She could not believe that Tristan Carter had been behind this whole thing.

“Are you telling me Tristan set the whole thing up?”

Ryan arched his eyebrows. “So you two are on a first name basis, are you?”

Lani rolled her eyes. “Beside the point.”

Ryan continued. “Apparently, it was enough for Carter to retaliate and humiliate Jacy.”

“I didn’t think he’d be so immature about it, Ryan.”

“Don’t make assumptions concerning that dickhead,” he retorted. He brought his gray eyes right to her violet ones and regarded her in all seriousness. “You should have told me about this before.”

“Wait,” Lani began, disbelievingly, “you’re not blaming me for this, are you?”

“Of course I’m not!” he shouted. “But if Carter’s putting his greasy paws all over you, I’d like to be informed, so that I can kill him!”

“It’s okay, Ryan.”

“No it’s not!” he shouted. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you!”

The outburst was immediately followed by awkward silence. Ryan didn’t look at all embarrassed by what he had yelled.

“Excuse me?” Lani inquired indignantly.

“You heard me.”

She frowned. “So you won’t touch me…but no one else can either.”

Ryan finally realized why Lani was so upset. He rubbed his neck sheepishly but the serious expression stayed on his face. “Y-yeah…that sounds right.”

Lani’s nostrils flared. “Really? Hmm, correct me if I’m wrong, but that strikes me as a little…oh, I don’t know…a little unfair!”

“What’s so unfair about it?” he had the gall to ask. “I haven’t touched another girl since I met you.”

She hadn’t known that. Of course, the ass could be lying. Somehow, she was fairly certain that he was telling the truth, and…it made her angrier.

“So why are you holding back, Ryan? Obviously, you and I are both in need of –

“I need to know that I’m not a rebound guy, Lani! You need to let me know that you’re over Hunter and that you’re not using me to get back at him or anything like that!”

“Why does it even matter, Ryan? You’re a guy!” she exclaimed. “Guys don’t care if they’re caught on the rebound or whatever.”

“This guy does,” she answered.

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Lani froze. It felt like her heart had stopped beating for a second. She was suspended in time – in this one moment, savoring the feelings that accompanied that particular phrase. Deep down, she had always suspected that Ryan’s feelings toward her surpassed friendship, but she had never suspected that the son-of-a-bitch…loved her.

“And…” he continued slowly, “…it can’t ever be just sex between us now. I want everything.”

Lani’s large violet eyes widened. She gave her complete attention to Ryan now.

“I want to hear about how your day was and what you ate for lunch. I want to be able to have dinner with you everyday and to wake up next to you in the morning. I want to hear you laugh all the time and be there when you need to cry…I just want…all of you.” He looked at her with longing eyes and sighed. “Sweetheart…I just can’t share you.”

And like that, he turned around – he turned his back to her! He retreated toward her front door. Lani was on him in two steps. She pulled on his arm, and tried to jerk him back, but he was still stronger than she was and resisted her. Lani sprinted toward the door and blocked his way.

“Get out of the way,” he ordered.

Lani just stared at him, furious at his resignation. She sputtered before grabbing his face and pressing her mouth hard against his. He tried to pull away, but this time, Lani could tell that he had less willpower to work with.

She pushed her tongue in between his lips and tasted him – tasted his desperation and longing for her. It was the sweetest ecstasy she had ever felt, and there was no way in hell she was letting him get away this time.

She abruptly pulled back and stared him down with a look of indignation.

“Do not walk away from me Ryan,” she gritted through her teeth, tears beginning to stream from her eyes. “You cannot tell me everything you just did…that you love me and…and just walk away.” She began kissing him again, only to pull back once more. “You’re such a jerk! I can’t believe that you were going to walk away –

“I wasn’t,” he confessed, as he kissed her this time. “I was waiting for you to give me a reason to stay.”

She gasped in indignation and pushed at Ryan’s hard chest. He stumbled back slightly but was still able to grab Lani’s skinny arms in his large hands. He backed her against the front door and kissed her again. She tried to resist, but he gripped her by the chin and steadied her head. He pulled back slightly.

“I meant everything that I said, Lani,” he whispered.

She pushed her mouth against his to end the talking. He slipped his tongue past her lips, and she moaned in response. Ryan picked her up by gripping her thighs and walked her into the bedroom. He barely walked three functional steps into her bedroom before he threw her on her bed and began stripping his clothes off. Recognizing his urgency, and realizing her own, Lani followed suit.

The two were stripped down entirely within seconds. Ryan frantically scanned Lani’s room. “Please tell me you have condoms.”

“Dresser, next to my bed – top drawer.”

Ryan walked over and threw the drawer open. He pulled out a box of Trojans and arched an eyebrow. Obviously, Hunter the Deustchbag didn’t have everything over Ryan. “Don’t you have anything bigger?”

Lani threw a pillow at him. “Just use them!”

He pulled a condom out and plopped the box on the dresser. He tore the wrapper open and pulled out the greasy rubber. Ryan slipped the condom on his erect penis and exaggerated how tight a fit it was. Lani had to suppress a smile.

Ryan climbed on the bed, trying to hide the fact that his knee was still in some pain. Lani recognized it instantly.

“Lie on your back, Ry,” she ordered.

He looked surprised. “Why?”

“Your knee,” she answered. “It still hurts, doesn’t it?”

“I can stand the pain when it comes to this, babe.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Back.”

He sighed and lay on his back. He regarded Lani skeptically. “Hate to break it to you, Lani, but this position’s never been particularly good for me.”

She arched an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

He lay back with his arms at his side, like he was about to be operated on. Lani placed her legs on either side of him, careful not to touch his knee. She positioned his hard cock right at her entrance, which was already beginning to moisten of its own accord. Without warning, she lowered herself onto his dick and she felt him tremor slightly in response. She met his eyes and saw that he looked surprised.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she pulled herself up again and plunged herself down onto his cock once more. Ryan’s breathing grew labored, and Lani smirked. She repeated the motions several more times, increasing the intensity and pressure of contact each time. Ryan’s breathing was definitely growing faster.

“Had enough?” she teased.

“I’m going to spank you if you don’t continue,” he threatened.

“Ooh,” she taunted. “Somebody’s getting a little demanding.”

He slapped her buttock just hard enough to push her in the right direction. To teach him a lesson, she began to gyrate down his pole.

“God-da-mn!” he hissed.

She splayed her hands against his muscular abs, and he grabbed her hips for support as she rode him expertly. She continued to grind against his cock, and Ryan was ready to shoot his load.

Lani felt herself coming as well. She quickened her pace and churned against his rigid dick until she felt her orgasm hit full tilt. Ryan roared in response. His own climax hit mere seconds afterward, and Lani could feel his release through the thin latex.

She let him stay in her as she collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted. She rested her head on his shoulder. He turned his head to face her and planted a kiss on her nose.

“Maybe I should be a bottom more often,” he teased.

Lani laughed, and both of them soon fell asleep next to each other.

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