We’ve been playing this game for the past two years, sneaking around, stealing moments whenever we get the chance, and my obsession never wavers.
Blair has me hooked on her every word, her every movement, and it’s not even the fact that she knows everything about me.
She’s justBlair,my Blair,and I’m trying really hard not to fuck things up.
When she reaches the curb, I lean over to open her door, watching as she jumps in. Innocent smile gone, she rakes her lustful gaze over my body, and I force myself to look away, taking off before she’s finished buckling her seat belt.
“Looking good, Fitzpatrick.” Her hand curls around my bicep before she gives it a squeeze. “I noticed you’ve bulked up even more since Christmas.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. “Is that why you couldn’t stop touching me in the car?”
“Definitely. Why else would I do it?”
“Why else?” I huff. “I wonder… Anyway, back to me bulking up. It’s impossiblenotto with the amount of training we do. I’ve doubled my gym time since high school.”
“And it’s working for you.” She bites her bottom lip and I shake my head with a chuckle. I’m aware of what she’s doing, and it’s not going to work.
“Thank you.” I ignore her attempt at making me weak and squeeze her leg. “You look…” I trail off and she leans in, waiting. “Exactly the same.” I pretend I haven’t noticed her tits and she pouts. “Don’t be sad.” I lightly pinch her chin. “I’m happy about that. Never change. Promise me you won’t.”
“I promise.” Her cute little pout morphs into a smile, and she falls silent for a beat before twisting to face me. “Soo…”
“No, Blair. I havenotbeen hooking up with random cheerleaders while you’re stuck here finishing your senior year.”
She snorts, hiding her mouth behind her hand. “Good to know, Fitzpatrick.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “But I wasn’t going to ask that.”
“You weren’t?” I glance her way, my eyebrow cocked in disbelief.
“I was going to ask if you’d hooked up with anyone on thedanceteam. They’re usually more bendy.”
“More bendy, you say?” I bounce my eyebrows and she laughs harder. “Thanks for the tip, B. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Blair punches me in the arm just as we come to a stop in a deserted parking lot, and I can’t help but smile. Despite being months since we’ve seen each other, it’s still easy between us, like it always was.
I turn to face her, but before I’ve had the chance to unbuckle my seat belt, she’s leaping across the console, slamming her lips to mine. And God, does it feel good to have her back in my arms.
“It’s been too long,” she speaks against my mouth, her knees settling on either side of my hips as she straddles my waist.
I slide my seat back and groan. “It’s been an hour,” I mumble, trying hard not to smile. Teasing. Pretending I’m not as desperate as she is.
Blair pulls away, and if looks could kill… “An hour?” She huffs adorably. “We were in the car with my dad and brother. All I got was the occasional pinky touch.”
“It was a meaningful pinky touch though, full of feelings. And let’s not forget about the boob brush. Also meaningful.” She opens her mouth to argue but I stop her. “I didn’t realize you measured our quality time by how often your lips were attached to mine.” I raise a brow in challenge and she rolls her eyes, biting her lip again, this time to suppress her grin.
“You’re hilarious.”
“I try.” Grabbing her face between my hands, I pull her close again, biting her lip before sucking the flesh into my mouth. Blair rocks her hips as her impassioned moans vibrate against me, making my cock twitch beneath her. A grunt catches in the back of my throat, and I lose myself in the moment, savoring the kiss until Blair’s hand moves between us and she tries to unbuckle my jeans.
“Blair,” I warn, sinking my hands into her hair, deepening the kiss in the hope of distracting her.
Grabbing my shoulder with one hand, her fingers bite into my skin as she lifts off me, giving herself better access to my zipper.
“Blair,” I repeat, my tone stern as my cock involuntarily grows to greet her.
“I want it all, Zane,” she murmurs against my lips, ignoring me, rubbing her palm over the bulge in my jeans. “I want you to be my first. Tonight.”
“Fuck, Blair.” I break our kiss as my hips buck. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m killing you?You’rekillingme. You and your need to treat me like a princess.”
