All Chapters of I Bet You Can't: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With each passing second, the girls’ unwillingness to leave Alex and me alone pushes my frustrations higher.  Meanwhile, Alex’s warmth seeps through my clothes and ignites a fire deep in the pit of my stomach.   His cologne fills my nose and assaults my senses, making my body yearn for him even more.  Needing to satisfy some portion of my cravings, I pull him tight against me.  To my surprise, he doesn’t protest. After several long moments with Alex molded to my body, I can’t control myself any longer, as my body reacts to him.  His warmth fuels the growing bulge in my pants while I fight the urge to whip him around and capture his luscious lips right here in front of those nasty girls.  The look of lust in their eyes has my blood boiling.  He will not be theirs ever again, if I get my way.  I narrow my eyes at them, trying to burn holes through every one of them.  Finally, after a few more moments,

I collapse onto the couch and sigh.  I’m never going to do that again, even if I have to walk home.  I will not be alone with Brandon.  Fortunately, Paul was there, but he didn’t stop his boyfriend until after Brandon had grilled me for what felt like hours.  However, the gleam in Brandon’s eye tells me that this isn’t the last time he will quiz me about my relationship with David.  Luckily, I can honestly answer.  As of right now, there is nothing but friendship between us.  However, I’m not going to add anything about the glorious benefits we offer each other.  I toss my head back against the top of the couch as I take a deep breath.  Not only do I have to watch out for David and his intriguing hands now, but I also must keep a close eye on Brandon, too.  He is getting too close to the truth, and that must never come out.  Ever. What would it look like if a playboy suddenly comes out and

Ugh…  Why did I drink so much? A dull throb in my head reminds me of what I did last night.  I still can’t believe that I got drunk, but I rarely drink that much.  However, with the recent events, I couldn’t stop myself once I started. I slowly open my eyes.  Wait.  This isn’t the living room.  How did I get into bed? I run through my memories from last night, but nothing comes to mind.  The last thing I remember is the gay movie and the guys kissing on the TV.  However, some broken images of someone kissing me come to mind, but that can’t be right.  No one can get in unless I let them in. I glance around the room, and when I turn my head to my side, my breath hitches. My eyes run across the bare back and along his broad shoulders.  I don’t need to see his face.  I already know who it is.  David. The barbwire t

I glance next to me at David driving my car.  I still don’t really know how he got me talked into allowing him to drive.  I let no one drive my baby.  That is one reason why I refuse to lose this bet with Chance.  I’m not letting him drive my car, but for some reason, I let David.  I mentally sigh to myself.  What kind of excuse can I think up for my friends why he is driving me to campus?  Do I really need to think of something?  What am I thinking?  Yes, I do need to think of something.  Chance won’t let me live this down if he knows the truth.  Plus, he will claim to have won the bet, even though I remember very clearly, he stated I couldn’t have sex with a girl.  He never once mentioned not having sex with a guy.  Well, until this handsome head hazer came into my life, I would have never had the idea even flicker in my mind.  Now, though, it is a different story.  All I hav

I don’t wait around for David when my classes are done.  I also don’t go to study with my friends. The activities from the other day are catching up with me and all I want to do is sleep. I make my way through the building and the sea of students to my car and then head home. As soon as I get inside my apartment, I head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and then to the bathroom to get some more painkillers.  However, I don’t manage to do anything else, but to collapse onto my bed. I have homework to do, but my body has done too much already today.  It is screaming at me to rest. I kick off my shoes and socks before slipping off the rest of my clothes.  When I’m down to just my boxers, I climb into bed and snuggle into my pillows.  Luckily, I fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow. ***“Babe.  Time to get up.  Let&r