Page 38 of Dirty Player
It was the first time I’d seen her seem truly free since I’d met her. Her pride in her brother seeped out of every one of her pores, almost making her shine.
It made me feel like an asshole for being rude to her about him.
I quickly pulled around the corner and placed my hand over hers before she could get out. That heat that was always between us grew and inflamed in the cool car.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me, holding her steady as my lips pressed against hers. She opened for me immediately, her tongue seeking mine, and it wasn’t just me kissing her…but her kissing me back. She wasn’t just taking it, allowing it…she wanted it.
I swallowed her soft whimper and pulled back before I had the overwhelming desire to fuck her in my car.
Honesty spilled from me before I could stop it. I blamed the sexy-as-hell kiss and her soft, pouty lips. “I had a good time with you.”
She licked her lips before answering. “Me too. But I should go.”
She turned to open the door, and something about the moment—her hesitance in wanting me while she made it obvious—had me reaching out to her, the only way I knew I could get her attention.
“I’ll try to be less of an asshole to Beaux.”
She grinned at me, looking over her shoulder as she opened her door. “I’ll tell him to throw faster.”
“When can I see you again?” And why did I feel so fucking desperate for it?
“I don’t know.” She winked and slid out of the car, bending over to face me once she was on the curb. “Call me.”
“I don’t have your number.” I smirked, holding out my hand to ask for her phone.
She smiled at my hand and then sent me a devious look—one I wanted to spank off her before I fingered her to the brink of orgasm. “I think you can figure out a way to get it.”
She shut the door then, but I heard her laughing as she walked away. When she reached the door to Beaux’s place, she waved at me, the smile still ingrained on her cheeks.
She was going to make me ask him for it if I wanted it.
She was going to make me work for her.
As I pulled out into the street after she disappeared inside, I realized that I was okay with it.
I hadn’t had to fight for anyone I wanted in years, and she’d be worth it.
At least for a month.
***
“Don’t fuck her over,” Beaux whispered as he handed me Shannon’s number.
Sweat still dripped down my back. I still had my pads on. For once it wasn’t Beaux moving slow in practice; it had been all me.
I couldn’t find a fuck to give. I’d been waiting for this moment the entire practice. Waiting for him to threaten me or punch me in the face.
I’d deserve it, and I’d take it, once.
“She understands where we’re at,” I told him. I hoped like hell she did.
He made a gagging sound and held up his hand. “Please. Fucking spare me. She told me the same thing earlier, and I almost puked all over her. I don’t want to know what’s going on between the two of you. I just don’t want her heart broken again like her fiancé just did to her.”
“Understood.” I did, too. I sort of wanted to beat the asshole up, too. I reached for his shoulder as he turned away from me, stopping him until he spun back around.
“Yeah?”
I swallowed the criticism I wanted to give him. He’d played a great day. I’d been off my game. He was still moving too slow. “Good practice today.”
