"Asshole! Fucker! Stupid moron!" I mutter under my breath as I walk down the street. "Fucking jerk! Idiot! Gibberish narcissist!"

I'm fuming, ready to kill anyone right now. Never in my life could I imagine being kicked out of my first college party! Never! Not by that stupid bull! Ugh! I'm going to be a laughingstock on Monday! People will be gossiping, telling tall tales about his reasons... which are simple, he's an arrogant prick!

Gritting my teeth, I look around. Where the fuck am I?! Did I take the wrong turn? I was sure I needed to go to the right, but what if I needed to turn left instead? I barely hold myself back from screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm frustrated beyond anything and totally alone.

That thought settles and I bite my inner cheek. It sucks honestly. I would have loved some help, yet I don't want to trouble Layla. Especially not when she's with Tray. They were so into each other I preferred to scoot away from them and go dance on my own. And away from Tray's friend. Dick or Dirk. Doesn't really matter because he isn't my type at all. He's sleazy, and I don't like sleazy. Though as my best friend reminded me, I don't like anyone recently. Maybe because the guys I like are the ones who hurt me the most? And the guys who like me are boring me to death?

Shaking my head, I resume walking. At this point the only thing I want is to be back in my room. Alone. Just lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling until Morpheus lulls me to sleep. I regret going to that party. I should have stayed back at the dorm watching the third season of You. That tv-show is epic, and I ditched it... for this shit. Ugh! I really hope that idiot will get what he deserves, a broken nose for example, or a black eye. Anything!

"Ava!" I halt in my tracks, spin around and gawk at Drake. What is he doing here? Layla's brother stops in front of me, breathing hard. "Dammit! Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"My phone?" I frown, unzipping my belt bag and taking out my iPhone. "Well..."

"I called you five times! Five!" He snaps, towering over me. "I was worried sick about you, imagining worst case scenarios."

"Which are?" I hide my phone back into my bag, arching an eyebrow at Drake.

"That you got lost. That you were raped."

"Lovely." I mumble, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. The guy is like a fucking wall, and I always feel small when he's around. It's not even about my height. It's about my senses.

"Where were you going?" Layla's brother tilts his head to the side, grinning at me. Since he found me alive and unharmed, he allowed himself to relax.

"To my dorm." I gyrate, intending to continue my walk, but a palm on my wrist doesn't let me take even one step further. "What?"

"Your dorm is in the opposite direction." He muses, and I let out a loud groan. "My house is this way."

I scoff, remembering Jordan. She was at the party, dancing with some dude and later, I didn't see her at all. What if she went back to our room again? Sitting on the floor near the door doesn't sound so appealing. I grasp my hand out of Drake's hand and start walking.

"Where are you going, Ava? Didn't you hear me?" Drake sounds surprised.

"I heard you perfectly. We're going to your house." I don't expect him to argue, and he doesn't. He speeds up and catches up with me. We stroll close to each other, not saying anything at first. I know him too well, and he knows me too well. He has questions, and he's going to ask them... now.

"Okay, first, I'm sorry for Thompson's behavior. I have no idea what was wrong with him tonight. Usually, he doesn't have problems with listening to me. We actually have a rule inside the team, we always support each other. No matter what we think. If our fellow players need help, we're there for them." He hides his hands in his pockets, as I glance at him.

"He has a problem with me." Our eyes lock for a few moments. "It's not about him looking for trouble with you, it's me."

"Why?"

I shrug. "I walked in on Clay and him in my room, having sex with my roommate. I messed up their plans, ruined their night... and all sorts of other shit." I keep my mouth shut about me slapping him. "They called their night short, and it was all my fault."

"Shit... I'm sorry, Ava. Thompson isn't the best guy to have around or have him as your enemy," Drake says quietly, lifting his hand as if he's going to hug me and then reconsidering. "What he did tonight was wrong, and I told him that. I'll talk to him. Again."

"Not sure if he will care about any of it." To tell the truth, I don't really want to have anything to do with the idiot. And I don't want him to apologize to me. His shitty words won't mean a thing and won't change what people might think about me.

"I'll make sure he cares." Drake points out, and I smile involuntarily at him. It's nice to know someone is worried about me. Like really nice. I look down, biting my bottom lip, and then I remember.

"Thanks, Drake." I take a deep breath, peering at him. "I'm not okay with you making decisions for me. I'm not Layla. I'm just your sister's friend, and you can't forbid me to do something I want."

"Do you want to date someone from the team?" He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I only shake my head.

"It's not about dating. Or anything. I want to be free to do whatever I want." I lick my lips nervously. "With whoever I want."

Drake holds my gaze, not saying anything at first. Then, he just nods. "Okay. I will make sure to let guys know you are available."

"Hey!" I smack him in his shoulder. "You make it sound like if I'm a free seat on the bus!"

"You took that all wrong." He winks. Layla's brother is impossible, honestly. "We're here."

I look at the building in front of me and feel envious. My dorm is okay, but this one looks much much better. It's cozier and brighter. "Do you have a roommate?"

"Nope."

"Do you have a counselor who checks visitors and forbids girls from coming inside?"

"He's at the party right now." Drake laughs heartily. "Besides, he knows I'm not a troublemaker."

"Yeah, you're the nicest one of Benson's siblings." I nudge him in his ribs with my elbow.

"Should I tell my sister that you called her mean?" He heads into the building, and I trail after him.

"Don't put words into my mouth." I warn him, drawing a chuckle out of him. It's always like that with Drake and me. We are easy. We get along. We don't fight and have a lot of things in common. I like having him near me. In a friendly way.

"I never put anything into your mouth you don't say or want." I freeze, hearing this. Is he going to remind me about that any chance he has?

"I thought we had a deal." I rasp angrily.

He stops in front of the door on the third floor and looks at me. "We did. It was just a joke."

"It didn't really sound like it." I narrow my eyes, pouting my lips. Drake snorts and looks away.

"Come on in." Opening the door, he lets me in first. I edge into the room and stop not very far away from the door. It's dark and I have no idea what his room looks like. Or where his stuff is. Falling flat on my face doesn't sound so appealing, even if it's just Drake.

I hear the door closing and then lights go on. I squint my eyes, looking around. It's a tidy and spacious room with a table, a bookcase, a closet, and a bed. It's welcoming and comfortable, just like Drake is. He's a softy, and for most part, he doesn't even try to hide it.

"Do you like my room?" He asks, and I glance at him over my shoulder.

"Yeah, it's nice. It's way better than mine or Layla's."

"Don't fret, Mason. I lived in your dorm too." Drake smirks, ambling past me and heading to the beanbag chair on the floor. He slumps down on it, takes off his sneakers and shoves them aside. He wiggles, making himself comfortable and then just peers at me. Here I am, the biggest idiot on the Earth. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to go to his place?

"Erm..." I chew on the inner side of my bottom lip. "Are you going to sleep on the beanbag chair?"

"Do I have other options?" He laughs. "There is only one bed."

I blink and then burst out laughing. Drake looks at me in amusement. "It's like the book tropes, you know. Enemies to lovers, when they stay in one room and there is only one bed, and they need to share it." I thread my fingers through my hair, as my laugh dies in my throat. Why the hell did I mention it? "I'm sorry for this."

"Ava, it's not a big deal. Truly. It's just one night." He shrugs, taking off his cap. His short curls fall on his face, covering his eyes. He's cute. "Besides, I will have the entire day to catch up on my sleep."

"If you say so." I stalk to his bed and slowly take off my belt bag. I toss it on the floor, ready to climb the bed, but then I veer around and go to turn off the lights. "Do you mind if I...?"

"Turn it off." Drake folds his arms across his chest and closes his eyes. I freeze on the spot, looking him over. He's a handsome guy, incredibly popular with girls. Somehow... somehow, they all are bitches. No matter what, Layla was right. He has very bad taste when it comes to women. "Ava?"

"S-sorry. Got lost in my thoughts," I hurriedly exclaim and turn off the lights, drowning the room in the darkness.

"Go to bed and you can get lost in your thoughts about whatever you want." He jokes and I snort. Moron. "Night Ava."

"Night Drake." I plop myself down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours... I just can't sleep. I lie there with my eyes wide open. My mind drifts to the asshole. His brown eyes taunt me, as if he's a Demon himself. So, alluring and tempting. His long dark eyelashes frame his beautiful eyes, and I can't look away. What scares me the most...? I don't want to look away, and it's wrong on so many levels! He's a seduction in its finest form, full of dark secrets and promising adventures. Adventures I want to go on, secrets I want to discover. His gaze coaxes passion, heat, and I feel lost when he looks at me. Lost in him. In that moment. Somewhere in the middle of the universe, where there is no one else except us.

My palm drifts under my skirt, almost inside my panties, but I stop myself. I'm in Drake's room, fantasizing about the jerk who treated me like garbage. What the fuck is wrong with me?! I huff, chewing on my bottom lip furiously. My heartbeat quickens and all that I want is to forget. Forget his calloused palms on the small of my back, the goosebumps that spread all over my skin as soon as he touched me. I want him out of my system. Immediately.

"Drake?" I call out quietly. I have no idea how much time has passed. I don't really care. "Drake, are you asleep?"

I hear him sigh. "No. You?"

"Nuh-uh." I wheel on my right side and peer at his form in the darkness. "What time is it?"

Drake reaches to the floor and grabs his phone in his hand. "It's 3:30." An hour. I spent an hour thinking about that asshole. I almost growl in frustration.

"I can't sleep."

"Is my bed not comfortable enough for you, princess?" He teases, and this time I don't laugh with him. Thoughts are circulating in my head, and I feel tempted to succumb to them. "Ava?"

"Can you... um... Can you come here?"

"Why?" His voice suddenly drops to barely audible whisper.

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"Ava, we've been there." Drake sighs.

"I know... it was good. Wasn't it?"

"We said it would be only once." Okay, point taken. Sex with me wasn't good enough for the great Drake Benson. I roll on my back and close my eyes, disappointment seeps in my veins.

I remember that Saturday last April. I went to the store and saw Drake standing near the alcohol aisle. I was incredibly surprised, since Layla didn't mention they would be home. They weren't. He came alone. His team lost some stupid game, and he wasn't in the mood to stay on campus. I was going to go to a party with my classmate, Thea, but... he looked so damn lonely, so I canceled my plans and went to his parents' house to hang out with him. I knew him my whole life and wanted to support my friend. My father didn't see any problem with me staying at the Benson's place, even if he was perfectly aware that Drake and Layla's parents were out of town.

We got drunk and it kind of happened on its own. Like, one second we were just sitting on the couch in the basement, watching a movie, and the next - we were all over each other. I was bored. He needed to vent. Win-win. It didn't mean shit, for either of us. Just sex, pure pleasure, and nothing else. There wasn't even any awkwardness the next morning. We woke up under one blanket on the couch, agreed not to tell Layla anything and continued with our lives as if nothing ever happened. Easy. Just like I imagined myself having a friend with benefits if I ever would need one, just not Drake.

I'm an idiot.

Suddenly, I feel his presence. I open my eyes and see Drake standing near the bed. He looks down at me, as if I'm the most precious thing he has ever seen. He bends down and gently places his hands on my legs, moving them up until he's up under my skirt. His lips curl into a smile, as he tugs on my panties and drags them down. Drake slowly kneels and grabs my hips in his hands, moving me closer to him. My skirt goes up to my waist and I'm totally exposed in front of my best friend's brother. I should probably feel ashamed, but I'm not. It feels amazing.

"You asked if it was good..." His hot breath on my thighs sends tingles down my spine. "It was fucking perfect..."

And it happens. His tongue brushes my clit, and I clutch the sheets in my fists. Yet, it is all he gives me. Instead, he focuses his attention on my inner thighs, licking and tickling me with his tongue. I am a hot wet mess. I pant, my heart races in my chest. I want his lips on my sex, his fingers inside my pussy. I want him to fill me.

"Drake, please..." I beg, setting my legs apart even more. "Please..."

"Such a good girl, you are." He whispers against my sex, and gives in. He moves slowly, eating me out like no one had ever done before in my life. It's almost painful how good it feels. He's lapping his tongue over my swollen sweet spot, making me moan and arch my back. It's fucking heaven. I dig my fingernails in his hair, roughly twisting it between my fingers. I lock my eyes with him, and it sends me over the edge. I orgasm, my insides spasm and I squirm, allowing the waves of pleasure to lull me back to reality.

Drake stops only when he licks me dry. He stands up from his knees and slumps on the bed. His bulge under his jeans draws my attention. I bite my bottom lip and sit up. "Take off your shirt." I command quietly. He holds my gaze for a few seconds, and then his tee falls on the floor.

"You too. Your top is in the way." Drake arches his eyebrow, waiting for me to obey. I chortle, pulling my crop-top over my head and tossing it to the floor. "Your bra too. It's a crime to hide your beautiful tits."

"Do you want everyone to see my boobs? Is that what you're saying?" I taunt him, not ashamed of myself even for the tiniest second.

"Definitely not." He murmurs, and instantly leans in as soon as my tits are naked. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it a bit harder than I am used to. My head bobs back and I moan. It's so much better than what we had done last time. We aren't drunk and are driven by our desire and not just uncontrolled passion. I like it more.

"Take your jeans off," I breathe, while he continues his assault on my breasts, swirling his tongue over and biting my nipples. "Drake, take your jeans..."

He finally does as I ask him, unzipping his fly and carefully taking off his jeans along with his briefs. His long dick is ready for me, and I can't help but smile to myself. Last time he made me come four times in his not very sober state. How long will he last now?

"Give me a condom." He starts stroking himself, staring me right in the eyes. "It's in the top drawer of my bedside table."

I hop to my feet, push down my skirt and saunter to the bedside table. Deliberately, I take a few and put them on the surface. Twirling around, I return to Drake and extend a condom to him. He tears a wrapper, quickly rolls the cover over his dick, and looks back at me. He doesn't need to say anything. I already know what he wants.

Holding his gaze, I straddle his legs and take his cock inside me. He groans in pleasure; his hands cup my ass at once. "You're so fucking warm... and so wet..."

"How could I not be? You work miracles with that tongue." I sigh, riding him leisurely. I don't want to rush anything, enjoying the moment and how he fills me completely. His length and thickness are perfect for me.

"You taste so good, I could make you come like that all night." He bends his head down to my breasts and whirls his tongue over my nipple. I moan louder and start moving my hips a bit faster. Just a little bit. We are in no rush, and I intend to savor every moment of this.

We fuck slowly. Our bodies are covered in sweat and my hair sticks to my forehead. What amazes me... we just continue looking at each other, letting out sweet sounds and groans. I feel at ease with him. I trust him, and it's something that matters the most.

"Move faster for me, Ava..." Drake leans to my ear, his teeth scraping my earlobe. "Can you do that?"

I wind my hands around his neck, pressing my boobs into his chest. His hands on my ass help me to speed up my movements, deepening them. His breathing hitches and his growls fill the room. It's nothing in comparison to how loud I am. I ride him rougher; my clit rubs over his skin and I'm on the brink of my second orgasm.

"Don't stop, babe... Please, don't stop..." He begs, and I'm losing my mind. I inch my face closer to his and kiss him. For the first time tonight. I taste alcohol on his tongue, but it doesn't push me away. His mouth is soft against mine, and his stubble tickles my skin. The feeling is divine, combined with my almost there orgasm. I drown my screams in his lips, just as he squeezes my ass hard. Drake bites my bottom lip; a groan of pleasure escapes his mouth as he comes. "Oh, shit, babe... You're perfect... your fucking pussy is perfect..."