Chapter 8 #2
As far as the shifter dissidents, they preferred chiding or pushing me into acting out of anger to catch my response on video. I had no intention of offering them the satisfaction.
That was one reason I’d chosen Melito’s. I’d yet to meet a single soul who either knew or gave a damn who I was. Or who my brothers were. Privacy had begun to be more important than fame.
“First, you anchor your feet,” I continued, using my knee to adjust her legs. In doing so, she turned her head slightly so my lips were centimeters from her flushed cheek.
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” I moved my hand to hers again since she had a death grip on the stick. “Take a deep breath. Use a firm but relaxed grip. Like a bird.” Once accomplished, I moved her elbow just slightly, which caused a shift in her hips, rolling them across my dick.
Now I was the one taking a deep breath. “What else?”
“Line of sight is important. Follow through even after you take a shot.”
“Okay. I think I’ve got it.” The vibration of her determined voice and the quick, shallow breaths were an indication she remained tense, but damn if her reaction wasn’t adorable.
“You’re just going to pull back like this,” I eased her arm into position. “And do a quick release.” I had no intention of leaving her in the lurch, waiting until I knew she was ready before nuzzling my lips against her ear. “Take the shot, Clementine. You’re more than ready. So am I.”
She did, completing it as if an expert in the game.
Or because she had a damn good teacher. After two solids fell into two different pockets, her subtle but sultry cheer vibrated in my chest. The way her body molded against mine was stimulating, way too much so, but I was enjoying myself and had no intention of letting it go.
Even her sounds of joy in achieving the goal were natural. There was nothing phony about the girl.
Something else that struck me was how different it felt in how she’d attempted to get to know me. The other chicks hadn’t bothered talking about anything else but my career, except for how big my stick was.
This girl likely hadn’t been to a single hockey game she hadn’t sung at and hadn’t been impressed with the size of my…
stick. Granted, I needed to remind myself that I’d put up a wall both in college and even before I’d played my first game with the team.
Hookups were fine on occasion, but anything else was strictly off limits.
Sure, my brothers had managed to successfully combine their professional lives with their personal ones, including with Ford having two kids on the way, but damn it. I had no intention of being tied down. That’s what made this so refreshing. Sweet Clementine felt exactly the same way.
Although I knew why my buddies would say.
Women were often quick to agree to nothing more than a fling.
A couple of hookups later and they were suddenly in love.
This was the point where I needed to remind myself of the rules, which included no touching.
I might not be an expert, but given the agreement in place, there was no way of having sex without some physical contact.
And wasn’t my tutelage technically breaking the rules?
We weren’t having sex anytime soon. Ergo, I wouldn’t need to worry about chiseling her fingers off parts of my body.
Something else I liked and appreciated.
She had no freaking clue who I was.
Wasn’t that an arrogant statement?
“Does this mean it’s your turn?” she asked, breaking my philosophical personal conversation.
“Nope. You make a successful shot. You continue until you miss.”
“Cool.”
I didn’t move and neither did she, although she flipped her hair against my face and I did feel obliged to take a deep whiff. Even her hair smelled like fresh flowers.
“You know what,” she said, her tone more in keeping of how she’d been at the gym. “I think it might be a good idea if I took this shot on my own. I mean I wouldn’t want to be accused of cheating.”
With her lips being so close, I had an insane urge to kiss her. But not just any kiss. I longed to throw her up against the wall and shove my tongue down her throat. I’d never had such a reaction in my life. The vibrations lingered along with way too much testosterone.
I backed away with a jerk, immediately rubbing my hands down my jeans. “Sure. Yeah, not a bad idea. You’ll need to do this on your own at some point.”
The way Clementine tipped her head just so before taking a shot and how she offered a smile was fascinating. Forget the kiss. I’d go straight for fucking her like a wild animal.
Oh, that was classy as fuck.
I purposely took another step away, shoving my hands into my pockets as I did. Even they seemed to have a mind of their own.
When she took another shot and it actually rolled cleanly into the upper right pocket, I was thoroughly impressed. Huh…
“Do I get another shot?”
“Yep.” I said, barely able to keep a grin off my face. Should I consider myself an evil man for allowing her to continue without exposing the truth? Well… “You do. Let’s see how far you can go.”
By the time she popped the next one into a side pocket with a spin on the ball, she was jumping up and down. Now this was getting to be too much fun. I allowed her to hear a heavy sigh in expressing my disappointment.
Correction. My supposed disappointment.
“Go again, Clemmie baby. You are on fire.”
“Hmmm… That’s Clementine to you, Roy boy.”
I could barely believe it when she cleared the next shot as well. Maybe I should learn to be very careful around this girl. The success caused a little dance that was way too provocative. She managed to draw the attention of the brutes playing pool at the next table.
When they started paying more attention to how she looked in painted-on jeans than their game, that’s when the possessive man deep within made his appearance.