I could lose one hundred times over and be fine with it because this is easy. Being with Jasper like this gives me a look into our future. Quiet nights spent together doing silly things. Nights going to his hockey games. Him watching me perform.
Hopefully.
I push that thought away. I don’t want any of the upcoming trial to ruin our night together.
“Okay.” Jasper rubs his hands together. “Think you can get a strike?”
I rest the football against my hip. “If you help me.”
“Alright.” He sets his drink down and hurries over to me. “Let me see if I can make this easier for you.”
Jasper stands behind me, adjusting my hips. His one hand stays on my hip while the other trails up and down my bare arm.
“You’re going to want to pull this arm back,” he continues.
“Uh-huh.” It’s hard to concentrate with the soft touch of his hands on me.
“And once you’re ready, turn your hips and put some power into your throw before releasing.”
“In my hips?” I wiggle them against him and feel his cock harden. “I think you’re saying these things on purpose.”
“Oh, yeah?” He brushes the hair off my neck and drops a warm kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. “And what do you think I’m trying to do?”
“I think you’re trying to help but really don’t want me scoring any points.”
“But according to you, we’re playing lowest score wins.”
I feel his smile against me.
“And if we’re playing by your rules, you’re crushing me.”
“I haven’t been keeping track.”
“Of course not.”
“I’ll give you some motivation if you want to try and get all of these pins knocked down.” He slides his hand up to my stomach and pulls me back flush against his front.
“I’m listening,” I whisper, sinking into his warm hold. A cool breeze sweeps through the backyard.
“If you knock down every single pin, I will take you to your room and do whatever you want me to do to you.”
“Whatever I want? Hmm.” I tap my finger against my chin.
“Whatever you want, Bella. Anything.”
“Okay. Then get out of my way.”
He steps back, taking his warmth with him. Jasper-free air lets me breathe so I can cool my racing thoughts.
A strike to go inside with Jasper?
I concentrate with all my might. Pulling my arm back, I toss the ball as hard as I can. Eight pins knock over, with the ninth spinning before tipping over into another before it falls. The last pin bobbles but stays upright.
Before I can say anything, Jasper runs over and knocks it down.
“Looks like you got a strike to me.”
Chapter Seventeen
