Denying the Bad Boy:Tattooed and Pierced, 2

By: Jenika Snow

Chapter One



The asshole clocked Alex in the jaw, and immediately a tangy, metallic flavor filled his mouth. He turned his head, spit out the blood, and turned back to Karson. Alex shouldn’t have had so much to drink, and he certainly shouldn’t have hit on the beefy wrestler’s girlfriend, especially when he knew Karson had one hell of a temper, but damn she looked good and had been eye-fucking him the whole night. How could someone expect a guy not to notice a girl wearing clothes so tight he could see her fucking nipples through her shirt, or practically make out the outline of her pussy when she bent over? He was only human for fuck’s sake.

“You’re a stupid fucking prick, and I’m going to enjoy knocking your ass down.” Alex hadn’t been aiming to fuck her, but shit, a little flirting never hurt … not until right now. Karson rolled his head on his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Alex may have a good three inches on the wrestler’s six foot frame, but Karson was a thick asshole from four years of college wrestling. Hell, the guy didn’t even have a neck.

The frat house party was in full swing still, but a horde of people had congregated around them. Their excitement to see more bloodshed was tangible, and the pounding bass of the rap music, and the spectators’ hollers and yells for them to throw another punch, had adrenalin pounding through Alex’s veins. The alcohol became a dim entity inside of him, and he straightened to his full six-foot-three height, rolled his shoulders, and got ready to get dirty. Yeah, he started this shit, but he was about to end it. He would not look like some kind of pussy, not when he could hold his own.

“Well, come on then.” Karson’s face turned a deep shade of red, not something that looked particularly good with his bright red hair. The burly fucker charged him and started swinging, his anger causing his movements to be sloppy and uncoordinated. Alex may have had a good buzz going on, but he had gotten into enough fights to do this shit in his sleep. A fist came at him, and he blocked it. Bringing his arm back and then forward, he slammed his knuckles into Karson’s jaw. The asshole’s lip split, and blood started a slow trail down his chin. The crowd went wild, and Alex would be lying if he said he wasn’t getting off on it. Their chants for more became a rhythmic movement inside of him, and he went after the wrestler. A right hook to the chin, and then a punch to the gut had Karson doubling over and grunting in pain.

“You fucker.” Alex grinned when the wrestler stood again and bared his red tinged teeth. “You walk around here like you fucking own the place.”

He swung, and Alex moved out of the way a millisecond before his fist connected with the side of his head. They did this several more times until the crowd got restless and Alex had enough of this fucking dance. He moved to the right to block Karson’s blow, and then followed up with two hits to his kidneys. Karson went down like a big fucking sack of potatoes, and Alex knew he’d be pissing blood for a week. He groaned and grunted, trying to rise but instead wrapped his arms around his waist and stayed in the fetal position. Karson’s girl came running up to him, dropped to her knees, and started petting his bloody chin. Alex didn’t stay around and watch, and instead spit out another mouthful of blood and spit and pushed his way through the crowd. Several of his fellow teammates slammed him on the back and started giving him a play-by-play of the fight, like he hadn’t been in the thick of it. He just kept moving.

The frat house was filled to the brim with students from OSU as well as a few of the smaller colleges in Columbus. A girl wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tits into his side.

“Alex.” Her whiny, slurred voice and the stench of the buttery nipples she had been downing told him she was drunker than shit, which was an immediate turnoff. Unhooking her arms from him, he gently pushed her away. She pouted her red painted lips and took a step closer to him. He shook his head. “But why? You’ve slept with half the girls here. Am I not hot enough?”

So what if he liked to fuck? It was a natural desire for humans, but the chicks he slept with had never been drunk. That was where he drew the line. For one thing it shriveled up his dick when they were sloppier than shit, and for another thing he had heard of several guys getting accused of rape during parties like this. He didn’t want to be associated with any of that shit.

“I’m not into doing it with girls that can’t stand up straight without weaving to the side.” It took her a few seconds to understand what he was saying.

“I’m not drunk.” She said this at the same time she weaved to the side.

“Kait.” A little blonde came walking up to the drunk chick, whispered something in her ear, and scowled over at him. He held up his hands, not about to be accused of taking advantage of anyone, and turned to head back into the kitchen.

The kitchen was packed, and a small line was formed for the keg. He didn’t want any beer, but a shot sounded like it might hit the spot, especially since he had just finished that fight and his blood was still pumping. He probably could have found a sober chick to screw, but a shot of whiskey sounded more appealing at the moment. He really should just go pass out in one of the rooms since he had to be up early for football practice, but fuck it.

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