“And if I score?”
He shrugs. “You get a free pass and we’re stuck here cleaning up the mess.”
I glance at Jameia and an idea springs to mind. “Not good enough. I didn’t fork your field, your friend there can vouch for me.”
She bites her lip, the sight alone making my dick twitch.
“Okay. So if you score, what do you want?” she asks, joining the conversation.
I consider my options and decide I’ve got nothing to lose. “A kiss,” I tell her.
Her mouth parts and everyone around us makesooooOOOHsounds, getting riled up as they wait to see how she answers. She’s going to say no. I can see it in her eyes and for whatever reason, I don’t want her to. She’s hot as hell and while I’ve got my eyes on Kasey, something tells me Jameia would be a fun interlude.
“But if you’re afraid to risk it, I get it. It’s not like your boys here stand a chance.”
She snorts. “You’re that confident you can score against Gabe?”
I look from him to the field. I mean, I’ve never played soccer before, but how hard can it be? All I’ve got to do is kick the ball in the giant ass goal. It’s not like he can cover the whole thing.
“Yeah. I guess I am.”
“Come on, Meme. You know I’ve got this,” Gabe encourages.
She looks at him, her expression pinched before she gives a single nod. “I’m only agreeing because he’s not a student. You know my rules.”
“Yeah, yeah. No fucking the freshies.”
“Oh, so it’s fucking we’re putting on the table here?”
“Definitely not,” she snaps, but I don’t miss the heat in her gaze.
I lick my lips. “No worries. I’ll settle for the kiss.”
The boys lead the way to the field and Gabe grabs a ball and a pair of gloves from the gym bag he abandoned near the gate.
“You need any instructions?” he asks.
“I just have to kick it in the net, right?”
He nods. “It’s a little more complicated than that, but yeah. We’ll treat it like a penalty kick. You’ll start here.” He leads me to a line in the field and sets the ball down. “This is twelve yards from the goal line. You have to kick from here. You can’t rush me to score, got it.”
I nod. “Got it.”
He smirks, an arrogant swagger in his step as he positions himself in front of the goal. “Whenever you’re ready, man.”
I take a deep breath, focus in on that place inside myself where all I see is the ball and the end zone. This isn’t football, but the feeling is similar. The goal. The drive to score.
The girls offer encouragement from the sidelines, but for the most part, I tune it out. Taking a deep breath, I take a few steps back, giving myself some room to work with, and line myself up with the goal. I don’t want to come at it straight on. He’s expecting that. I don’t play this sport but I’m sure there’s more skill to it than I’m giving it credit. I take in the width of the goal and decide to aim for the top right corner. That will force him to lunge to his left and I have a feeling he’s right-handed and is stronger going that direction.
Inhaling deep, I zero in on the ball, bounce on my heels a few times and jog to close the small distance, pushing off and bringing my leg back before I swing forward. I power through the kick, following it all the way through. The ball sails through the air, arrowing right where I intended, in the top right corner at rapid speed. Gabe’s eyes widen a second before he lunges for the ball, but that split second of surprise costs him and he misses, his fingers not ever grazing the leather before it collides with the net.
Allie and Kasey are screaming, Bibiana bouncing up and down. A smile breaks out over my face and I meet Jameia’s stunned expression. Without hesitating, I head straight for her, my steps confident. She looks to her left and right, as if expecting someone to swoop in and save her. Sorry, pretty girl, not today.
When she’s a foot away, I reach out, pull her towards me with one hand on the small of her back, the other cupping the side of her neck, and I press my lips against hers. Hoots and hollers go up around us and she holds herself rigid in my arms.
That’s not going to work.
Pressing firmer against her, I nip at her bottom lip and she gasps, giving me the opening I need to sweep my tongue into her mouth. I stroke my tongue over hers and it only takes a few seconds before she’s kissing me back, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. Sparks of sensation race through my body and I groan against her lips. My dick hardens in my pants and I’m sure she can feel it, but it doesn’t look like she minds. Thank fuck for that.
