Chapter 13 #2
Set myself up for that one.
My eyes roll. “Not at all what I meant, but good to know you wanna perv out on me.”
“Is it really perving when we both know you’d like it?”
Nope. It’s not. And apparently, I’m as transparent as cellophane if that’s his first response.
Clearing my throat, I reroute the topic ever so slightly. “You know, models have to trust their photographer implicitly if they’re shooting nudes.”
He arches a brow. “Are you saying you don’t trust me, Kohl?”
I trust you enough to get naked with you when I’ve never messed around with another dude.
“Oh, fuck off. You know I trust you. Way more than anyone else.”
The arch in his brow increases. “Enough to take pictures of you naked?”
My fingers dance on the comforter before messing with the dial again. “As long as you never show them to anyone, I don’t see why we can’t…maybe discuss it…one day.”
He bursts out laughing. “That was the most roundabout no I’ve ever heard.”
I look up then. “If it’s that important to you, I’d do it.”
His expression sobers. “Same goes to you.” Then those sinful lips twitch into another smile. “Just make sure it’s after a workout if we’re doing nudes, ‘cause I wanna look good. Even if you’re the only one to see them.”
“That’s so cheating,” I say with a chuckle.
“Coming from the biggest catfish I know? Please.”
My brows shoot up. “Come again?” He gives me a filthy smirk, and I realize my poor choice of words before correcting. “I mean, how am I a catfish?”
“Look at what you look like,” he says, motioning to me.
I look down at myself, finding my regular black jeans and a black hoodie, completely missing his point. “Okay?”
“Your looks don’t match your personality at all.”
Has he lost his damn mind?
I frown. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t a ray of fucking sunshine, Kee. Black matches my personality perfectly.”
“Maybe, but you’ve got the whole bad-boy persona when you’re also a massive nerd.”
Now he’s really lost me. “I’m a nerd because I like photography?”
I grab my camera again, snapping more pictures of him to prove a point. And, no surprise here, he flips me off in every single one.
“And videogames. And anime. And you’re going to school to build buildings.” He smirks, yanking my other sock off my foot before tossing it at my face as I click the shutter. “Nerd.”
Lifting my eye from the viewport, I scowl. “You really wanna start calling out stereotypes, macho-jock face? Because two can play that game.”
His hands raise in mock surrender. “I’m just speaking the truth. You’re the biggest nerd I know, and if any of those girls got to know you one iota, they’d realize you’re just an e-boy genius disguised as a degenerate.”
My mouth opens to toss a rebuttal back at him, but my mind gets caught on what he said, and—
Hold the goddamn phone.
“What did you just say, Waters?”
He grins. “You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did over the shutter,” I say, clicking the button and holding it while I glare at him. “Maybe you should say it again.”
“Take your finger off the button.”
“Still can’t hear you,” I tell him, shaking my head, my face the picture of innocence.
I see the words challenge accepted written in his eyes as he vaults from the chair to the bed, tackling my ass backward as soon as he hits the mattress.
We’re both laughing as we roll around, wrestling for a hold of the camera. My finger is still pressing down on the shutter button as I try to keep it from his reach, so God only knows what my SD card will be full of after this. Definitely a good time to sort through.
I flip him over, and he flips me right back. Elbows and knees are flying everywhere, and it takes me right back to when we were kids and would wrestle for the TV remote or the last PopTart for breakfast.
Only, my cock never used to take notice of the way his body presses against me when we were younger, and he’s definitely never had this look on his face as he straddles me and pins my hands above my head with a vice-like grip on my wrists.
It’s a look that says he wants to devour me whole. Leave no inch of me untouched.
Right now, I sure as hell wouldn’t stop it from happening.
In fact, my dick keeps thickening against his thigh, wanting to get in on some of the action. Just like the ridge of his erection presses into my stomach as he leans over me and gently removes the camera from my trapped hands.
His eyes never leave mine as he slowly sets it on the bed beside us.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, along with enough lust to put a brothel out of business. And I don’t know what to do with it.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper, licking my lips.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me alive.”
His lips twitch slightly before he leans and brushes them over my throat. “Maybe I do.”
I turn my head away in indignation…which only gives him better access to my throat. And fuck if he doesn’t take advantage of it, nipping and licking at the skin there.
“You’re not getting lucky after calling me an e-boy.”
His fingers slide between mine, clasping tightly as his lips skim over my jaw. “Don’t get mad, Pen. You’re like my own, personal, sexy-as-sin e-boy.”
“Call me that again and I’ll—”
I don’t get to finish that thought because Keene decides to crush his mouth to mine, spearing my lips apart with his tongue to put my own to much better use than arguing.
And yeah, I guess I was wrong about sex stuff overshadowing our friendship.
Friendship is a lot more fun when kissing’s involved.