RILEY #2
I licked my lips, finding myself moving closer to him, and lacking a plan. “I don’t believe you,” I said.
A snort. Of course.
“You still don’t trust anyone around you, Cam,” I said.
“And I’m supposed to trust you? After you’ve marked me as your arch-nemesis?” The sarcasm was thick in his tone as he lifted his foot and dropped it near mine. “After you and Caden made half the team look at me like I’m a foreign spy.”
I’d gone into this conversation far more softly than I was feeling, now.
Every word he said hardened my resolve that yesterday could have been a horrible disaster had Coach not walked in.
And yet, each sandalwood spiced breath I drew affirmed Cameron’s monolithic presence in my life.
“You can’t blame me if people choose sides. ”
“I can do whatever the hell I want, Riley,” he growled. “And I blame you for making sides.”
“You obviously have no clue what my life was like after you left,” I hissed at him, lifting my head just enough to level our noses.
“And you have no clue why I left,” he said. “You’ve always liked playing the victim. Even then, it was your favorite role. Not that I’m kink-shaming. It’s mad fun turning your ass red…”
I grabbed his T-shirt so abruptly that it cut off the rest of his words. My body slammed into his, stomach against stomach, hips on hips. I felt him press against me and draw back, amusement in his eyes flaring in effort to disguise what I had just felt. He was hard.
It made my heart thunder, my ears ring, and my cock thicken as I desperately searched for a way to de-escalate this. But I was holding his shirt in my fists, glaring at him, deadlocked in this precarious place. There was a hair’s width between my wish to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.
We breathed deeply, quickly, as Cameron slowly put his hands around my wrists and freed his T-shirt from my iron hold. We swapped our places from yesterday, but I still felt just as submissive to his temper.
Every muscle in my body was tense. My soul split through the middle, two sides battling fiercely.
He held my wrists as I licked my lips, part of me desperate to have one more taste of him.
That part was winning the fight my heart waged against my brain.
I didn’t need a PhD to see this was a mistake.
But ten PhDs wouldn’t have shed light on a way to avoid it.
“What are we doing?” he whispered, leaning in as slowly and insecurely as I was.
I inhaled to tell him, although I didn’t know how to put any of this into words. Somewhere in the deepest corners of my consciousness, his question bought milliseconds of spare time that forced me to think it through. I couldn’t do this.
I shouldn’t.
Our past was way too complicated. We were on the same team. We lived in the same house. An entire year was still ahead of us. This was wrong no matter how good it felt.
I had to stop.
In less time than it took a butterfly to bat its wings, I slouched and stepped back. The disappointment was instant, filling the space between us. But, a fraction of a moment later, an alarm blared from his wrist watch.
We both looked at it.
Abnormal Heart Rate Detected.
Though it felt like a lifetime of weighing pros and cons, the next move had been written by the Fates and forged in a star an eternity ago. Cameron let go of my wrists and hurried to conceal what his watch had betrayed, but he didn’t get a chance.
My hands closed around his face. His eyes widened in a split moment that allowed him to react. Before either had a chance to change his mind, I let my wildest self take control of my body.
I leaped.
If there was any expectation of familiarity, it faded out of my mind as soon as my lips pressed against his.
This was nothing like it had been years ago.
Time and experience had taught us a trick or two; no teeth scraped and noses didn’t slam against each other.
Instead, I was submerged in the ecstasy that came with such intimacy.
His lips were softer than I’d imagined. Had I been imagining this? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had, this entire time. Every bark and snap of my jaw had been a symptom of the longing that his arrival had filled me with.
I sucked his lower lip between my teeth and leaned into him, still holding his face like there was a risk of him escaping.
But his startled pose was soon melting into one of embrace.
He didn’t flail. Instead, his hands rested on my upper arms and he thrust one leg between mine, preparing himself to take control.
I wasn’t going to make it easy.
His minty breath filled me with kinky aspirations. My heart stumbled over and over as I bobbed my head from one side to the other, sliding my tongue between his lips and tasting him like I hadn’t in forever.
Cameron’s throat released the gentlest of moans. My hands dropped from his face to his slender neck, then down to the collar of his T-shirt. I closed my fists around it, pulling him closer to me until our bodies were pressed so close it felt like I was about to tackle him.
It was as if Cameron needed a good, long moment for his body to catch up.
His arms wrapped around me with viper swiftness, sliding down to the small of my back.
The way he yanked me pressed our hips together, his crotch rubbing against mine.
He was as hard as marble, his cock bulging out of his cotton shorts, stretching the fabric of his underwear.
Mine throbbed hard at every touch, the pulse soaring through my body, pouring out of my fists as I tugged Cam’s T-shirt like I would soon rip it apart.
He spun us around until I bumped against the side of the sofa.
Cam’s hands moved lower, following the curve of my ass, until he cupped my cheeks and revealed all of his intentions. His teeth sank into my lower lip, pain almost dragging a whimper out of me.
I released his T-shirt, one fist sweeping around him and snatching locks of hair on the back of his head. I pulled him back, parting our lips and watching him growl. “You’ve made my life a misery, Cam,” I accused and watched the flicker of something dangerous burst to life in his eyes.
“Shut up, Riley,” he said, his voice huskier than ever. He squeezed my cheeks firmly, pinning me with his hard, fiery gaze. His lips hovered over mine as he slipped from my hold and leaned in.
“What if I don’t?” I whispered.