Stealing Kisses (Bridge Point Bears Baseball #2)

Prologue

Age Eighteen

“Fuck, Indy, we should stop.” My calloused hands cradle her hips, fingertips teetering between her soft skin and her jeans as I gently press against her. Having a mind of their own, my hips thrust upward again, grinding our bodies together through our clothes.

“Why?” A breath of air pushes past her lips as they hover over mine. Her hands trail under the bottom of my shirt, and she glides them over my abs.

The feeling makes my stomach clench—my dick hardening further in reaction to the touch I’ve craved for so long.

She moans, and it’s like everything I’ve ever imagined.

I’ve wanted my best friend’s sister for the better part of my high school years.

As Irish twins, Dylan and Indy ended up a grade apart, but my birthday falls between both of theirs.

Being so close in age, they’re inseparable, but they also have a classic sibling relationship, and somehow I always find myself being the middleman.

Forced to pretend like I always agree with Dylan.

Expected to aways be on his side.

Hide the fact I’m completely entranced by Indy.

The older we’ve grown, the harder it’s been to not take notice of her. Dylan’s sister has always been an alternative bombshell who seemed to want nothing to do with me, and it's only piqued my curiosity further.

In my eyes, she’s perfect. The girl I’ve pined over for the last four years, unbeknownst to my best friend—her brother. But to everyone else in Ridgewood, she’s…quirky.

Her style's a little bit punk, a little bit goth. Her naturally dirty blonde hair is now jet black with strands of pink. She wears combat boots, holey fishnets under everything, and her middle finger’s in the air more than it's relaxed.

She’s an anomaly.

But she’s my anomaly…at least I want her to be.

Her shit attitude matches the I don’t give a fuck persona she developed to complement her dark, dreary clothing choices. I’ve been chomping at the bit to peel off the layers of black and reveal what is underneath.

Dylan would lose his shit.

But we’re both legally adults now, and high school’s ending in a couple weeks. Who cares if we’re polar opposites. All bets are off, and it doesn’t matter what people think.

Not anymore.

Over the years, I’ve gained the nickname of the Golden Boy of Ridgewood, and frankly, I wear it proudly—but I’m also ready to shed it like a layer of clothing.

I’m the best baseball player on the team. I volunteer at the animal shelter, homeless shelter, and once a month I drive my ass out to the ranch my family owns in Deerbrook to tend to the land and the horses. I have perfect grades and a full-ride scholarship to play ball.

There’s nothing standing in my way, and if I want to explore this attraction I have to Indy, the one I’ve had for four torturous years, I’m going to.

But the potential of jeopardizing not one but two friendships, makes me hesitate.

“Get out of your head, Golden Boy,” Indy groans, breaking our kiss entirely. Her hand brushes over the bulge in my jeans. “We’re both consenting adults, what’s the problem?”

“Your brother.” I suck in a sharp breath as she somehow manages to fondle my balls through my pants. God, that feels fucking good.

Pausing, she straightens and lifts her shirt overhead. Her purple lace bra leaves little to the imagination, and I forget how to speak entirely. “You want to talk about my brother while my hand is on your dick?”

“No,” I growl, my fingers biting into her side.

With hardly any effort, I flip our positions.

Indy’s back hits her black moon and star patterned duvet cover, and I straddle her waist. “What I want is to do this right. I like you, Indy. I don’t want to just hook up with you.

Especially not with Dylan asleep in the next room and your damn parents down the hall. ”

“It’s fine.” She pushes up, connecting our mouths again and licks my bottom lip. “Just fuck me, Gareth. We can be quiet. Please.”

Rearing back, my brows furrow as I stare down at her in disbelief. “Is that all you want? For me to fuck you?”

Is there not more between us? All the times we’ve locked eyes across the room. The accidental touches. Passing notes in class even though the guys on the team gave me hell for it.

The friendship we’ve built.

The sneaking around.

I thought she liked me too, but maybe I’ve misread everything over these last few years.

“That’s all it can be. My brother…” Her voice trails off as she pushes up to kiss me again. Her eyes are full of sorrow, but her words have finality to them, and they ignite something inside me.

She wants me too, I know she does. She’s scared—doesn’t want to hurt her brother, and I get it, fuck do I get it, but I love her. And I want all of her, not just a secret fuck on a random Friday night.

Pulling away, I crawl off her, my bare feet hitting the floor before I take a step back, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Okay.”

That’s all I can manage to pluck from my jumbled mind.

Indy rears back like I’ve slapped her, confusion washing over her beautiful face. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I scoff, shaking my head. How the hell did we find ourselves in this situation? “I’m not just going to fuck you, Indy. You mean more to me than just a quick lay while your family’s asleep on the same floor as us.”

I watch her mask slip. The one of a confident, controlled goddess replaced by a sad, timid girl.

A brief moment passes between us where we realize we’ve reached a crossroads—we choose us or our relationships with her brother.

My heart twists inside my chest, fingers twitching as I restrain myself not to reach for her.

Then I witness the exact moment her demeanor changes, watching her stack brick by brick of a protective barrier between me and her heart. It slices through me like a knife.

She’s chosen Dylan.

But didn’t I choose him too, in an indirect way?

Her jaw tics, and it looks like she’s holding back tears. “Not everything has to have sentimental meaning behind it,” she snaps, unable to keep the quiver from her voice. “We can just get this out of our systems, and—”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” I choke on my words. It feels like we’re both causing each other unnecessary pain.

“Get what?” she asks while lifting her hips to unbutton her jeans.

I track the movement. “What are you doing?”

“What?” She shrugs, looking at me from half-hooded eyes.

“I’m horny, Gareth, but you need more. You’re welcome to stay and watch, though.

” Her words are venomous as she tries to hide the emotions I know she’s fighting—desire, sadness, longing.

I know she’s fighting them because I am too, and I’m not so sure I have the restraint to walk away.

But one time with Indy would never be enough. I want a lifetime.

Shimmying out of her pants, she kicks them off the bed, and her smooth, delicate legs bend at the knees as she thrusts her hips up to slide her panties over her curves.

My mouth goes dry. I can’t peel my gaze from her.

When the black scrap of fabric reaches her feet, she leans over and balls them up, then tosses them at me.

Catching them midair, her arousal immediately soaks my fingers.

“Indy—” I groan, my voice strained and hardly audible.

Her voice is barely a whisper as she locks her gaze with mine. “Don’t overthink it, Golden Boy.”

Reaching between her legs, Indy moans as her fingers find her clit. They move in precise circles, her back arching as another moan pushes past her lips.

My mouth falls open, and I find myself moving closer again until my shins hit the edge of her mattress.

“Go on.” She whimpers as she pushes a finger into herself, pumping it slowly. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, then she tips her head in my direction. “Use them.”

For a second my brows furrow in confusion, then I realize what she’s talking about.

Rubbing the fabric between my fingers, I swallow thickly, glancing down at her—her eyes closed tight, her back arched against her duvet as she pleasures herself—then I lose my last strain of control.

Bringing Indy’s panties to my nose, I inhale her scent and use my free hand to undo my belt. Metal clanks as I work to unclasp it, then yank on the button. By the time I push my clothing down far enough for my dick to spring free, I’m harder than I’ve ever been and leaking precum.

The lace from Indy’s panties is rough against my shaft as I wrap the fabric around it, using it to stroke from root to tip just like I have a thousand times before.

Only this time—fuck, this time—incredible.

Watching Indy chase an orgasm I can tell is getting closer, while feeling her wetness on the fabric—it’s unreal.

“Fuck, Indy.” My head falls forward as I groan, forcing myself to be quieter than I would be if we were alone.

“You could have,” she reminds me breathlessly, letting her knees fall open.

My gaze snaps to her glistening pussy, full with two of her fingers. In and out, she pumps them, giving me the perfect view now that her legs are spread.

“You still can,” she adds. “Gareth, please.” Removing her soaked fingers, she trails them up the inside of my thigh before ghosting them against my balls.

I suck in a sharp breath, hips thrusting forward harder into my hand on instinct, and then I see fucking stars.

Pops of white and indigo burst through my vision as I come harder than I have before, and I force myself to not completely lose myself in the pleasure.

My heart hammers in my chest, feeling like I’ve run a marathon, and I buckle over, my palm hitting the bed. I steady myself with my head hung low on my shoulders, still keeping Indy’s panties wrapped around my half-hard dick.

Through the hair that’s fallen into my face, I look at Indy. My soul leaves my body as I’m met with an icy glare.

In seconds, she’s off the bed and heading toward the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shares with Dylan.

“Indy, wait—” I plead, head still hung low because I suddenly feel like shit, but I don’t even know what for. More time with her? The chance to do this right? Forgiveness?

With her hand on the door, she looks back at me with tears lining her lashes. “By the time I’ve finished in here, please be gone.”

For the first time in the four years I’ve known her, I hurt her.

Something I hoped to never do.

The door closes softly behind her and seconds later I hear her shower turn on. Shaking the hair from my eyes, I stand, glancing back at my cum pooling in the black lace—her panties stained with my shame.

I screwed up.

I never pictured a moment like this being our first sexual experience together.

Anger boils through me as the realization of what just happened comes stampeding through my mind.

Indy Archer and I just crossed a line we needed to tread carefully over, except we completely destroyed it.

And now there’s no going back.