Chapter 12 #2
Blair grinned and kissed Drea before turning to head to our side of the court. “Good luck, you two. You’re going to need it,” I teased.
“Don’t go easy on me, princesa. I can take it,” Vera said with a wink.
I plastered on a smile and touched her arm, forcing myself not to squeeze the muscle there. She was ripped as shit and I had to clench my teeth so I didn’t let out a whimper when she purposefully flexed that toned arm.
“Oh, I know you can,” I answered with a wink of my own.
Okay, so I was already dangerously close to breaking one of my own rules, but to see the look of shock on Vera’s face was totally worth it.
I turned around without another word and we made our way over to our side of the court.
Blair smiled and nudged me. “I’m glad you guys could make it, babe. I’ve missed you.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“They’re so going to lose right?”
I laughed and nodded. “Oh, definitely.”
I did some light stretching before asking Drea and Vera if they were ready. I made sure to touch my toes for a little longer than was necessary, hoping Vera might’ve been watching me. When I came back up, I noticed I was right and tried not to smile.
I rolled my shoulders and gave the first serve of the game, which Drea bounced back to our side of the net.
No one scored a point for the first five minutes until finally Vera’s last swing actually caused my brain to short circuit and miss the ball. Okay, so this was the top terrible idea of the day.
It was those damn arms. It wasn’t my fault I was having sexual PTSD.
Was that even a thing? If not, it was now.
Every time I saw a muscle in those arms twitch, I had flashbacks to our night together, and my thighs started sweating.
That’s what I told myself, anyway. I wasn’t so easy that I got that turned on by a pair of biceps. I wasn’t.
I shook my head and readied myself to serve the ball. I needed to pull it together. I couldn’t be focusing on any part of Vera right now. I needed to focus on the ball and winning. That’s it.
“You doing okay over there? I don’t want you to slip and hurt yourself on your own drool.”
I let the ball drop to the floor and turned to Blair who was looking at me with the widest grin on her face.
“What?” I was not drooling over Vera.
“Oh come on, babe. I think it’s cute you can’t stop staring at your girlfriend. Even I can admit she is easy on the eyes, and the arms, and—”
“And you’re marrying one of my closest friends, pervert. Stop staring at Vera.”
“I am indeed. I’m allowed to look. Drea has too, it’s okay. We’re both very confident in our relationship. She can look as long as the only ass she touches is mine, and same goes for her. Besides, no one can do the things she can do. Especially over a—”
“Please, I am begging you. Do not finish that sentence. I love you both, so fucking much, but I do not need a mental image of either one of you in any position.”
She shrugged. “Don’t be a hater. I’m sure you end up in all kinds of positions with that one. Those arms look like they could take you to new heights.”
Her laugh was menacing, but my blush was unmistakable. She probably thought it was from embarrassment, but it was not at all. It was from thinking of what those positions would look like, and where they would be.
“So, tell me how this happened again? Don’t get me wrong, I’m super happy for you. It’s just… I’m having a hard time understanding. You’ve never dated someone like Vera, and always swore you never would. Yet here you are, bringing her to my wedding and drooling over her.”
Shit. I hadn’t expected her to call me out so soon in our ploy. I needed to come up with something to say that was believable.
“First of all, I wasn’t drooling.” I definitely was drooling, but I mean, come on. I couldn’t help it. Her arms were calling to me, and I had to hear what they had to say.
“Second of all. People can change. Did you forget who you’re getting married to? The person you hated for the past five or so years?”
“Fine. Fine. I see your point. Speaking of, serve the ball please. I’m afraid my fiancée will start shit talking us if you don’t, and I really don’t want to hear it.”
I grinned, happy to have averted the conversation. Drea and Vera were now looking at us with inquisitive expressions, and I waved before serving the ball.
At the end of the game we won by a landslide and tried not to rub it in their faces. We were respectful, after all, and it wasn’t about winning.
“What was that about needing equal muscle on each side, baby?” Blair teased. Okay, so some of us cared about winning.
“I’m sorry, love. Good game.” Drea brought Blair in for a hug and she accepted Drea’s kiss with a smile.
“Congrats, babe. That was a great game. Lo siento, Drea. I’m sorry we lost. I’ll practice so I can get better for next time. Congratulations to you too, Blair.”
“Oh, don’t even worry about it. Vera. It was a good game.” Drea smiled and brought Blair in for a sweet kiss.
It was a really good game. I was surprised at how much fun I had. Maybe it was because Blair and I won, but we did have some good competition.
I froze when I felt Vera’s strong arm grip me by the waist and pull me in for a hug from the side. I instinctively braced myself with one arm on her back and the other on her chest.
I looked at her, wondering what she was going to do next. She felt so warm and comforting, I found myself leaning into her touch.
I expected her to place a kiss on my cheek, or try to take a risk and kiss me on the lips, but what I didn’t expect was myself to lean in and touch my lips to reach the corner of her mouth. It was brief, only lasting less than a second, but the spark that it ignited lingered.
I told myself it was the high from winning the game. Spending time with my friends, I just wasn’t thinking clearly.
When I forced myself to tear apart from Vera, she was looking at me, licking her lips. No, no, no. Do not look at her lips, Cara! That is the absolute worst place you could look. Well, not the worst place—Stop thinking about her body!
“We should play again soon. Vera, what do you think?” Blair’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“That sounds good,” she said without taking her eyes off me.
After a few more agonizing seconds of eye contact, she finally turned her attention to Drea and cleared her throat. “Thank you guys again for letting me tag along.”
“Of course, love. Anytime. I’m really glad we could all get together.”
Blair nodded her head in agreement. “Definitely. It was nice to spend time with you two.”
I frowned when I noticed she kept looking between us, like she was looking for any little thing that told her it was all a lie.
I decided to ignore it and we said our goodbyes. I took Vera’s hand and let her lead me back out to my car. She held the door open for me again and I couldn’t help but smile. I definitely could’ve gotten used to the chivalry part of our plan.