Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
ZANDER
A date?
Kerian did all that in front of Luca for a date ?
Ugh, he’s fucking infuriating.
“Come on, Kerian,” I say with a sigh, shoving my hands in the pockets of my shorts before I walk ahead of him. I’m not dressed for a date, having just come from practice, but I need to get him out of my dorm. Whatever he has in mind better not have a fucking dress code.
I hear his heavy footfalls behind me, as well as a soft chuckle.
God, he’s frustrating.
He ignored me for fucking days, then sent me stupid messages asking if I missed him. Then he has the nerve to show up to my room and muscle me into a date?
I refuse to admit how my body bloomed under his hard demands. He’s already taken enough of my mental energy over the past few days.
I’ve never been as desperate to hear from someone as I was to hear from Kerian. Every day that went by, I was more and more keyed up, more on edge, more in my head. All because he ignored me after I made him come.
God, that blow job is still fresh in my mind, the memory of it so intense that I’ve had to adjust myself in my pants every time I think about it, even now.
Especially now, walking next to Kerian, breathing in his intoxicating scent and glimpsing his profile. I need to stop being so fucking unbalanced around him. After this date, we’re fucking done. No more. The few days he ignored me had me so off kilter that I almost fucked up at practice. And if there’s one place I cannot fuck up, it’s when it comes to football.
It’s my ticket out. The NFL means a better life for my family. My way to give back to my mother, who sacrificed everything for me. Who is still sacrificing. She still works her fingers to the bone to make sure I have money for gas, food, my cell, and my car insurance. The least I can do is take care of her, pay her back for everything she’s done for me and Colson.
But I can’t do that if I’m distracted. Kerian is a distraction. If I weren’t worried about the bullshit he’d pull in my room, I would have told him to fuck off when he pressed me for a date. But Luca was there, and there was no telling what would happen with Kerian and his psycho behavior.
“The silver car,” Kerian says, pointing to the only silver car in the lot.
I whistle low in my throat when I see the car. It’s nice. Much nicer than my beater. “Must have cost a pretty penny, Richie Rich,” I mutter, stomping over to the car and waiting for him to unlock it.
Kerian’s jaw is tight and his eyes blank as he looks over at me. It’s the same expression he had in the alley. I’m not sure what it means. I want to ask, but I don’t need to learn more about him. I don’t need to learn anything. After this… date , I’m fucking done with him. I’m going to block his number and only see him when we face off against each other on the field.
“Inside, Dimples.”
Rolling my eyes, I slide into the car, avoiding slamming the door like I want. This car is so gorgeous, I don’t want to do anything to hurt it. It’s not the car’s fault its owner is a dick. “Where are we going?”
I turn to Kerian in time for his lips to land on mine, hard and demanding. Against my better judgment, I moan and thread my hand into his blond locks. My brain fuzzes out and completely goes offline as he kisses me. I know I was supposed to tell him… something, but I can’t think. All I know is how his mouth feels on me, how his tongue slides against mine, and how his strong hand holds me in place.
My breathing comes out in pants when he releases my mouth. I whimper and lean in for more. I don’t feel ashamed of it because Kerian dips back in and gives me what I want, kissing me with abandon.
Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see us in his car, making out like fucking teenagers. Anyone could see me making out like a fucking teenager with my biggest fucking rival. They could see and…
I don’t care. I can’t care. Not while Kerian has me like this, his hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, and his scent in my nose.
I’m fucked.
This time, when Kerian pulls away, he puts a hand on my chest with a grunt. “Behave, Dimples. We have a date.”
Swallowing my protest, I nod and sit back in the comfortable leather seat, hoping my face doesn’t show how impressed I am with his ride.
Kerian drives closer to his campus and pulls into a pizza place.
“Fancy date,” I mutter, getting out of the car. I do slam the door this time.
“Don’t like pizza, Braithe?” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “We could always skip dinner and go back to my place.”
I roll my eyes and hurry into the restaurant. Go back to his place, my ass. That’s a fucking trap if I’ve ever heard it.
The host tells us to sit wherever we’d like, and Kerian leads me to a booth near the back of the restaurant, close to the emergency exit.
I slide into the booth, facing the front door, and instead of Kerian sitting across from me, he scoots in at my side.
“The fuck, Slade? There’s space on the other side of the damn booth.”
“Why move over there when you’re over here?”
My eyes will become permanently stuck to the back of my head during this conversation. “We’re too big to sit this close. You radiate heat.”
He grins smugly, but still doesn’t move.
Reaching around me, he grabs the menus that are in the holder and puts one in front of me. “Order whatever you want.”
“Yeah, thanks. Such a fucking gentleman.” I peruse the menu and order a twelve-piece mild wings, a large pepperoni pizza, and a large salad. I won’t eat all of it, but I can spend his money. “And I’m not sharing.”
Kerian chuckles darkly. “Whatever you think, Dimples.”
Our server comes by and we place our orders. She smiles suggestively at both of us, though she gives a pointed look at the empty side of the booth. Kerian looks unfazed while my cheeks heat and I busy myself putting the menus back in their holders.
“She your type?” he asks, checking the girl out, but not in a sexual way. More like he’s sizing her up as competition.
I should tell him yes, that women are my type, not him, but the way he kissed me in his car and the way I was fucking desperate for it, I have no leg to stand on.
“No.” I don’t expand. I don’t tell him that I barely noticed her past being polite to a server. She may have been pretty, but I didn’t notice. Because he’s sitting so close to me.
“How was practice?” he asks in a teasing tone.
“Cut the shit, Slade,” I say, turning to face him. “Why did you ignore me for days? You left me high and fucking dry in an alleyway. Tell me what happened. I deserve some answers.”
His jaw ticks as he stares at me intensely. “Is that what you want to talk about? Now?”
I jump when his hand lands on my thigh. I swallow hard, watching that mischievous glint dance in his eyes when I don’t move his hand. But I still answer. “Yes.”
He grins, letting his fingers dance up my thigh until he reaches the head of my dick through my shorts. I turn wide eyes on him, but I don’t ask him to stop. Instead, I spread my legs so he can have better access.
His grin turns into a dark smile as he grabs my cock through my shorts. “Nah, you don’t want to talk, Dimples. You want me to touch you. You want me to make you come in your pants. Right here in front of an audience. Don’t you?”
“Stop, Slade,” I whisper, forcing my eyes open as I look around the restaurant. “There are people around.”
“Then you’ll just have to keep it down.” He slides closer to me and sinks his teeth into my neck. “Or you can scream for me, I don’t care. Want a repeat of Nirvana? I can get you on your knees under this table right now, can’t I? You’d love me to stuff that slutty throat with my cock.”
His hot words against my skin have me shivering. “Kerian…”
He takes my hand and puts it on the fly of his pants, his hard length twitching under my palm. “What is it, Dimples? You don’t like me touching you?”
I’m panting, my head spinning with arousal. I need to stop him. One date and that’s it. But fuck, Kerian’s skilled hands on me are everything.
Still, I wrap my hand around his shaft as best I can, rubbing slowly, loving how hot and hard he is. Hot and hard for me .
Kerian hums, nosing along my jawline before he moves back. “Yeah, I knew you liked it. No matter who’s around, you like my hands on you. You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?”
Quicker than I can think, Kerian has his hand up the loose leg of my shorts, grasping my naked dick in a firm grip. Precum leaks from my cockhead, lubing my shaft so he can jerk me teasingly.
He’s not done. His words send a jolt of arousal through me and I’m helpless to stop him. “You want to stay and eat, Braithe, or do you want to come home with me?”
“Tried that,” I whisper groan, still stroking him through his jeans. I feel validated when he fails to bite back a moan. “You ghosted me for almost a week.”
“I’m here now. And I want you.”
His easy admittance makes me jump, my eyes wide as I stare over at him. I see the lust brimming behind his gaze. He may be able to fake a lot of things, but he can’t fake the emotion I see.
Kerian’s expert hands play with me under the table, with a restaurant full of people around us. And I can’t bear to tell him to stop. All I want is for him to touch me until I explode, even in front of a restaurant packed with customers.
Sliding closer to me until not even air can pass between us, Kerian nips my ear, sinking his teeth almost painfully into my lobe. “Say the word and I’ll have you at my place on your back, screaming my name.”
“Dinner, Slade,” I breathe, the rumble of my stomach long forgotten with how his hand is jerking me in firm pulls. This is how he touched me in the club bathroom, the sensation making my head swim.
That dark chuckle sends pings of ecstasy dancing down my spine. I flick my gaze to his and open my mouth to tell him to stop. All that comes out is a faint moan. In front of dozens of people, I’m so close to coming I can taste it.
“We can have dinner after.” He grips my dick and a loud gasp leaves my throat. “I can make you come so hard, I’ll make what happened at Nirvana look like child’s play. I want to see you undone, Dimples. I want to have you coming apart for me.” His hand slows down on my dick, bringing me close to orgasm but leaving me on that razor’s edge.
“Kerian…” I sound like a broken record, only capable of saying his name. I want more, I want him to finish what he started. Even if it’s just one time. Just this one night. I need it.
“Choose, Zandy. Either we stay and eat…” He rolls his thumb over my cockhead before he jerks me again, making my toes curl. “Or you can let me take you home so I can fuck you. What’s it going to be?”
I open my mouth to tell him I want to stay and eat, but instead, what comes out is, “Kiss me.”
Kerian doesn’t need to be told twice. He crashes our lips together, that same kiss of ownership from the car. And the club. And the fucking football field.
His hand digs into my hair and he pulls my head back, gazing into my eyes as I pant against his lips. “Choose, Braithe. Now.”
At just that moment, our server comes over with our pizzas and wings, a wide smile on her face as she slides our food onto the table. “Alright, here you go.”
Kerian moves his hand from my dick and it takes all my willpower to fight back the whimper of protest resting on the tip of my tongue. He can’t leave me like this. My cock throbs painfully, begging for Kerian to give it what only he can give.
Before he stormed off outside Nirvana, I was going to tell him yes, take me home. I planned to throw caution to the wind and allow him to do whatever he wanted to me when I got back to his place. If that meant I was going to be on my knees for the rest of the night or have my ass in the air while he plowed me, I didn’t care.
I’m nervous, not sure what to expect from a night with Kerian, but fuck it. After he ran off at Nirvana, this will be the only chance I have to experience everything with Kerian before I cut him off. There can’t be more than one night. I need to stay focused, and Kerian knocks off my focus.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t have tonight, of not being myself and letting loose just once. Of letting him take me apart like he wants. I don’t know what that means, and it’s scary, but I want it more than my next breath.
Without taking my eyes off Kerian and his smug expression, I ask the server, “Can we take it to go instead?”