This could work for me. “Any question?”
He nodded and waited for my answer. “What do you get out of it?” There had to be a catch, I thought as we pulled into his driveway.
“If I win then you give us a shot.”
He didn’t hesitate to answer and it was then that I knew I’d been setup. My heart pounded in anticipation but it wasn’t for the game. “To be friends?” I clarified.
He looked into my eyes and I knew they were exposing my deepest desires and showing him exactly how much I wanted him. The forbidden was always the hardest to fight. I just hope he couldn’t also see how much I hate him.
“You know it will be much more than that but if that’s what you need to tell yourself then fine. Friends.” He sneered the word out, mocking me.
“I could say no,” I stated.
“But you won’t.” His jaw clenched and I could tell he was on edge. He was right. I couldn’t say no. I wanted answers.
“Let’s do it.”
* * *
I was growing frustrated but I refused to quit. Quitting would only mean he would win by default and I wasn’t about to just hand my sanity over to him. I managed to score one shot so far but Keiran had already scored seven. At this rate he would surely win but the fat lady hadn’t sung yet. No way.
I figured if I stopped staring at his biceps long enough I could score a few more shots. He changed into a muscle shirt before we started playing and I’d been drooling ever since. After seeing the fierce way he played with Keenan and the skilled way he way he played at the game I knew he was taking it easy on me but I still couldn’t deliver.
“Foul!” I called after he slapped my ass and took a shot. Eight. He grinned and dribbled the ball between his legs watching me.
“Doesn’t that mean I get a free shot?”
“Nope. That just means you get the ball. He passed it to me and I quickly took a shot before he could try to steal it from me. It bounced off the rim and he was there to catch it, dunking the ball and scoring his ninth shot.
So much for taking it easy.
“Why are you toying with me?” I heard the whine in my voice and cursed. I sounded like the numerous bimbos at school. I always thought they were born like that but maybe it was just male attention that made them act like that.
“I’m not. You’re giving up.”
“And you’re cheating.”
“I’m fighting for what I want. Are you?” He raised an eyebrow and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.
I got a peek at his glistening abs and felt my own tummy flutter. I touched my stomach, feeling the soft skin. He was hard where I was soft. Sculpted where I was smooth. I longed to rub against him to compare the difference.
“I can always show you more. Just say the word.” Shit. He caught me staring. I dropped my hand and got my head back in the game.
I was dribbling the ball fighting to keep the ball as he kept guard on me. We were close. Real close. Our breath mingled and our bodies touched. I grew hotter from a different kind of heat when my hip lodged into his groin.
“You know what I think? I think what you really want is to give in but you want the decision to be taken away from you so you won’t feel so guilty.”
I faltered and lost the ball to him as he effortlessly took a shot. I heard the telltale swish of the net signaling that he’d just won out match. The world seemed to stop until it was only us as we stared at each other. He was gauging my reaction and I knew he saw my need when his eyes darkened with lust.
“I win,” he gloated. The only sound that could be heard was the basketball bouncing in the background until that too stopped.
Chapter Nineteen
He drove me home to shower and change with a promise that we could return to school for third period. I was upset that I’d already missed Volleyball. Willow had texted me, wondering where I was, and I sent her the condensed version of what happened in English.
I left Keiran downstairs and peeled off my sweaty clothes, checking the temperature of the water before stepping inside. Our match was stuck in my head along with his everything he’d said. Did I want him to take the decision away? I still hadn’t accepted the reality of losing our deal and what it meant.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to run water through my hair when I heard the curtain slide back. I opened my eyes and found Keiran in the shower with me.
“I – what – you…” I lost the ability to talk when I noticed that he was naked.
The shower suddenly seemed tiny as he crowded my space and pushed up against me. My back was against the wall and his erection was pressing against my stomach.
“You got something you want to say?” He was daring me to protest even though he won the bet fair. I shook my head but thought seriously about kneeing him. “Good girl.”
He reached above my head to grab the shampoo and squirted some into his hands before lathering it into my hair. I tried to keep my eyes off the erection that moved with him, slapping my skin.
His fingers felt wonderful massaging my scalp. I reluctantly closed my eyes to enjoy it. I swayed toward him, feeling like I was floating on cloud nine and mistakenly grabbed his waist. I immediately withdrew my hand but he caught it, bringing it back.
“You can touch me anywhere you want.” His eyes were half-closed when he whispered those words.
His rod was thick and swollen and ready. Even though he had been in me many times already it wasn’t any less intimidating.
I chewed on my lip nervously as I reached to touch him. His fingers paused in my hair a split second before he resumed massaging my scalp and relaxing me at the same time.
A drop of clear fluid leaked from the tip running down the length and I swallowed and blushed when I realized where my thoughts had wanted to take me. I wanted to be on my knees taking him in my mouth.
“Does it hurt?” I looked up at him while wrapping my hand around his length¸ squeezing lightly to see if more would escape.
“Yes,” he answered his voice deep and low.
“Show me how to make it better.”
He watched me closely as he wrapped his hand over mine covering it completely. Together we massaged his length with a pumping motion. Our breathing grew heavier as we stared into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.
Our speed quickened and soon his body was jerking and his low moans turned into deep groans. I stood on my toes to bring our mouths closer, wanting our lips to touch. We breathed each other in, his scent driving me wild.
“Baby…fuck.”
I felt his hot release on my stomach as he gripped me, pulling me closer to his body. We stood there silently, the water cascading over our bodies as we used each other for strength. Once our breathing was under control, we quickly showered and dressed before heading back to school.
* * *
I was panicking. The entire ride back to school and throughout the rest of the day, I constantly thought about what it could mean for Keiran and I to actually be friends. Fucking hell.
“Dude, you’ve been staring at her with stars in your eyes or some shit. Spill. Was she good?” I heard Keenan pitiful excuse for a whisper and began humming to myself.
We were in fifth period now. I still sat with Willow and Sheldon although we were now in the row directly in front of the guys. It was the only way Keiran would allow me to sit elsewhere. Already his possessiveness was getting out of hand. I don’t think possessive is the correct word for him. Maybe crazy or psychotic.
Earlier today, a guy made the mistake of telling me my ass looked nice in my jeans. Luckily Dash was with us and pulled Keiran off the guy before any real damage was done. I didn’t know how to handle the look in his eyes so I remained silent while he led me to class before leaving for his.
Keiran saving me from Trevor’s assault was one thing. But the Keiran from a couple hours ago was an entirely different animal. I hoped I didn’t make a mistake by accepting his friendship even if it was for revenge. I was beginning to think Willow could have been right about it not being worth the risk.