Page 48 of Foolish Games

Not that I skip all the games. I come to the important ones with my parents, but Robert has given me full permission to skip any games played in nasty weather, away games, and those against unevenly matched opponents. I may want to support my brother, but football isn’t really my thing, and he knows that. He doesn’t come to any of my events, so it wouldn’t be fair to expect me to come to his. After he told me he felt sorry for me sitting with our parents “like a loser with no friends,” I felt justified in hanging out at home with Chaz and his friends instead of enduring this discomfort.

But Sebastian has played his role beautifully, and coming to the game is the least I can do. Technically, this is all just part of my plan to show everyone that Sebastian Swift is smitten with me. He’s getting so little out of it I’d feel guilty if he weren’t such an insufferable ass ninety percent of the time. I only gave him a suggestive picture with cleavage and a sexy smile because I’m afraid he’s going to turn around and try to blackmail me into sleeping with him if I give him the kind of photo he asked for. I’ve known him for a few years now, and I just don’t believe he’d do something out of the kindness of his heart—especially not for a nerd he used to bully for no other reason than that his social status allowed him to.

I wait around in the parking lot with some other fans until the team comes out, all of them looking a bit worse for the wear after the game. I make my way over to Rob and Sebastian, who came out with a few other players.

“Aww, don’t you look cute as hell?” Sebastian says, tugging at the hood of my raincoat. The rain has mostly stopped, only spitting a few drops now and then, but the jacket is still keeping me warm.

“Come on,” Rob says. “I’ll give y’all a lift to the party. I’m ready to get toasted after that game.”

“Nah, we’ll ride with Billy,” Sebastian says, sliding an arm around me. “Won’t we, babe?”

Robert frowns, but it would look funny to the other guys if he insisted I couldn’t ride with my boyfriend, so I give him a hard look. Finally he shrugs. “Okay, but come find me when you get there. And let me know when you’re ready to bounce. I’m not letting his drunk ass drive you home.”

“I’m freezing my nads off,” Billy says. “If you’re riding with me, let’s go.”

He jogs toward his truck, and Sebastian pulls me after him. On the way, we pick up about half a dozen more people, who all somehow manage to squeeze into Billy’s Lariat. Sebastian pulls me into his lap, and Billy turns the defrost on full blast to clear the steam fogging the windshield from having so many people in the cab at once.

“Where to, captain?” he asks.

“Aren’t we going to the party?” I ask, twisting around.

Sebastian’s arms tighten in a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, let’s check out the party first, and then we can slip away for a little fun of our own.”

As the truck lumbers along, Sebastian’s icy hand slips under the edge of my raincoat and up my leg, lodging between my thighs. “Quit,” I hiss.

He just chuckles and nudges back the hood of my raincoat with his chin so he can rub his stubble against my cheek. “Just warming my hands, Princess.”

He gives a little squeeze, and I see stars. My whole body is tingling with his nearness, even with so many people around us. I’m aware of every bump that jostles our bodies together, the heat of his thighs under mine, the coldness of his fingers seeping through my jeans and stealing my warmth. I find myself shamelessly searching for signs that it’s making him as hot as me, squirming a little with each turn and bump, trying to feel if he’s hard.

No, trying to make him hard.

Finally he buries his face in my neck and nips at my skin. “If you keep that up, I’m going to pull down your pants and bury my dick in you right now,” he warns, pushing his hips up against mine.

A thrill of heat pulses between my legs at the thought.

“Quit,” I protest again, elbowing him.

He sucks my earlobe between his teeth, then skims his tongue along the edge. “Wear a skirt next time so I can finger your cunt on the car ride,” he murmurs.

I gasp as more arousal pools in my core at the thought.

“You like that?” Sebastian whispers, squeezing gently between my thighs.

I draw a shuddering breath, my knees opening. I’ve never considered doing anything in public, but the idea of doing it in a car always turned me on. Chaz was vehemently opposed, so it never happened, and I never thought much further than that. Maybe the danger of getting caught—the very thing that made him reject the idea—was part of the appeal for me. I never thought of myself as wild or even adventurous in bed, but picturing Sebastian’s hand sneaking up my skirt while his friends are all around us arouses me to an embarrassing degree.

“Y’all get a room,” says Lola, a cheerleader who ended up beside us, wedged into the bitch seat. “Shit, Sebastian. You were already late to the game because y’all were fucking. You can’t wait ten minutes to get your dick in her again?”

“Again?” I ask, trying to push Sebastian’s hand from between my thighs without being blatantly obvious. “We haven’t even slept together.”

“Sure,” Lola says. “And I’m a virgin like Madonna.”

A handful of guys in the back seat howl with laughter at that. I’m seething mad. Did he tell them I already gave it up? Or was he with some other girl before the game?

Technically, I told him that was allowed, but he’s not being very careful about it if he was late to the game because of her. When I push with my hips, he pushes back against my center with his fingers, massaging me while I squirm.

“You told them we slept together?” I hiss.

“I didn’t say a word, Princess,” he drawls aloud, continuing to work me with his fingers. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

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