She swayed that sweet ass of hers inside.
I bit my bottom lip. “You’re not protesting or running.” I followed her into the jock-, sweat-, and feet-scented room.
Austin popped up from the weight bench, lifting an eyebrow.
“Hey, man. Can you give us a minute?” I asked my best friend.
He grabbed a towel. “The room is all yours.” Then he hurried out.
Montana crossed her arms over her tight tank top. “So what do you want to talk about?”
I stalked up to her. “Who said anything about talking?”
She giggled as she inched back until her body was up against the punching bag. Her chest rose and fell as she batted her long lashes at me.
I snaked my hand around her head, grabbed a fist full of her thick hair, and tugged gently so I had full access to her delicate face. Her sweeping mascaraed lashes fluttered as her blue eyes sucked me in. She gulped loudly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, and within a flash of a second, my gaze dropped to her mouth. I lowered my head until my lips were barely touching hers. Her breathing increased, as did mine. I anchored my free hand on her hip to keep myself steady, but my fingers had a mind of their own, shaping the curve of her waist. I wanted to explore every part of her.
Dial it back, dude. You’re forgetting you don’t want to get involved.
My hand slowly traveled around her waist to the small of her back, where I dipped my fingers underneath her top. As soon as I touched bare skin, I lost control. I jerked her to me until she was flush against my sweaty body. She moaned, a sound that made my groin react instantly. I dragged my lips along her jaw, down her neck, and settled on that sensitive spot behind her ear—the spot her mom had described in that sex scene in her book.
As though one of the guys dumped a cold bucket of Gatorade over my head, I released her and backed away.
She stumbled slightly before she angled her head. Her cheeks were beet red as she lasered her angry but disappointed gaze on me. “What’s wrong? Afraid? Not sure what to do?”
I spun around so my back was to her and adjusted my boner. I conjured up images of football and ramming our opponents, but that did nothing for relief.
She came around, glanced down at my crotch, then back up to me before she rolled her eyes. “Please. I’ve seen a hard-on before. What spooked you?”
Oh, the fact that I was trying out one or two moves from your mother’s book made me feel weird.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “You’re not my type.” I headed for the door, itching to turn around and take her on the weight bench. But that would have been a colossal mistake for both her and me.
She muttered expletives under her breath. “I told you you’re not my type, either.”
She had said that on the first day of school.
“Then we’re in agreement.” I stalked out and found Austin and Derek and a couple of other guys with different expressions that I didn’t have time to figure out. Then I noticed Drew among the players.
“Man, that was hot,” Derek said. “You learned those moves from the scene in that book.”
I clenched my jaw. “You ever hear of privacy?” I’d forgotten that the door to the weight room had a window. “And what are you doing in here?” I asked Drew. Again, he was a nerd into science shit, and the locker room was definitely not a science lab.
On second thought, I didn’t want to know. I darted into a bathroom stall until Montana left. Even then, she didn’t really leave. Her coconut scent lingered in the air, and I swore it made the guys act weird. My mission after the football game was to burn that book, burn any memory of sex, girls, and especially Montana. Which would be impossible after that hot scene in the weight room. With her flush against me, my hands on her, her thick bottom lip between my teeth, all I’d wanted to do was suck the sweetness out of her.
“Bye, Montana,” Derek said loudly.
“Train,” Drew said.
Fuck.This kid had hardly spoken to me in school, and in the last thirty minutes, he was in my face.
I threw open the stall door. “Make it quick. I’ve got to suit up.”Or jack off first.
He looked away, nervous. As Austin had said, Drew did shop at a different mall. “I need some advice. I want to ask one of the cheerleaders to the debutante ball. But I’m not sure if she’ll say yes. So maybe you can give me some pointers.”
I almost busted out laughing—not at him, but because he thought I could help him. I was the worst person to ask for advice. “Drew, roll your shoulders back, keep your head up, and make eye contact. Then ask her.” I didn’t want to know who the chick was. It was none of my business, and I didn’t want to get involved, considering Drew was related to Nina. “I’ve got a game.”
He nodded his head a few times. “Thanks.” Then he rushed out.
