Page 90 of Sidelined Love

Hailey folds her arms over her chest. “I'm not doing a damn thing.”

“Three.”

“You can stop counting, Levi.”

“Four.”

“Make me,” she says with a smirk as she changes tactics.

The look on her face tells me she's proud of herself, thinking that she's winning because she refuses to obey my order. That's okay though. If she wants to act like a brat, I'll treat her like one.

“Five.”

The smirk on her face dims for a second, showing that she's suddenly not sure whether she's made the right choice or not. But she can't turn back time and now needs to deal with the consequences.

I don't waste any time unbuckling her seat belt and reaching for the hem of her jersey. She shrieks and tries to stop me, but I'm faster, yanking the offending article of clothing over her head and discarding it on the floor of the front seat.

She's left in the hoodie that she's worn underneath it and the rest of the clothes she wore to the game. They will all be gone soon enough too.

“Get in the back seat.”

“What if I?—”

“Now isn't the time to argue with me, Rook. Unless you don't want me to fuck you until you can't stand anymore.”

Hailey's eyes widen before she realizes that they are, and I'm left holding back a laugh because of the new expression on her face. I wonder if she's going to fight me on this too.

I'm shocked to watch her freak out briefly before almost throwing herself into the back seat, which I'm impressed she manages to do without stepping out of the car. I, on the other hand, know the chances of me making it to the back seat in the same matter are slim to none so I opt to use my doors.

I slide in beside her and once the overhead light is off, we're surrounded by darkness besides the lights that are coming from Crestwood. The only thing that matters is her.

I move a piece of hair out of her face, allowing myself to stare at her beauty that is illuminated by the soft lights from a world that seems so far away now. Her eyes showcase a mixture of softness and fire, something that makes Hailey uniquely her. I lean closer, letting my lips brush against her, giving her a taste of what is about to come.

“Stop playing with me, Jamison.”

I grin at her use of my last name. “Why, when it's so fun to do so?”

“Because I want to experience this payback that you speak of. Making me pay for wearing Asher's jersey.” Lust is evident in her eyes and now I'm more than determined to make her eyes roll into the back of her head before this evening ends.

“Remember you asked for this.” With that, our lips meet in haste as if we're trying to make up for lost time. Her hands roam over my chest, gripping the hoodie that I'd thrown on after the game while my hands land on her waist and pull her closer.

Hailey pulls away for air as she gasps for breath. “Someone might see us.”

“We're alone, Rook. And if someone tried to so much as glance at you at this point in our relationship, I'll knock them the fuck out.”

My mouth trails from her lips down to her neck, enjoying the little gasps and moans that flee her lips because of what I'm doing. My sole purpose right now is to make sure that I keep her on the edge of her seat and make her come.

The sounds she's making urge me forward and all I want to do is hear her get louder and louder. “Lose the jeans.”

“You can at least say please. Manners are important.”

“The only manners I care about is you screaming ‘please’ while you beg me to fuck you. Lose the jeans, Rook.”

She gives me a look that screams defiance and desire at the same time. She’s not one to back down easily, but tonight, I can tell she's into playing this game as much as I am. With a playful huff, she undoes her belt and jeans in slow motion, drawing out the moment. Her jeans slip down inch by agonizing inch, but I don't say a word. Soon, the buckle of her belt clinks faintly as it hits the floorboard, and her pants and shoes are off her body.

Since she's determined to test my patience, this time I use my hands to move to her sweater and it takes me a second to find the hem and start pushing it up. Hailey is more than willing to help me because she lifts her arms without hesitation, and soon I'm throwing the piece of clothing somewhere else in the car. What I don't realize until a few seconds later is that I took off the t-shirt she had on underneath as well, saving both of us even more time.

I grab her around the waist, and she squeals as I gently lift her and place her on my lap. Her breasts are now inches from me; the white lace bra cups aren't doing a thing to hide the fact that her nipples are already hard and begging for my attention. I hook my fingers on the straps, pulling them down with ease and exposing her perfect breasts.

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