Page 23 of Bad Teammate
I stared at a ceiling that was fifteen feet high, maybe taller.
That’s right,I thought, my panic subsiding.
I wasn’t in Moscow. I was in Texas, visiting Sasha.
And I’d just had the deepest, most rejuvenating sleep of my life.
In Derek’s king-size bed.
Derek.
A flash of memories from last night came rushing through my mind’s eye, like a surging wave breaking over a dam. I remembered it all in an instant: his hot gaze searing into me from behind as I took off my sweater. I’d never meant to tempt him. But once I realized I had his attention, I didn’t want to let it go. I let my hair down and teased it out; I teasedhim.
I heard his slow, purposeful footsteps as he prowled behind me. When I felt his manly presence just at my rear, looming over me, I knew we were both in trouble. There wasn’t any turning back—I knew he’d try to kiss me, and I wouldn’t stop him.
His muscular arms were so strong and protective, I’d fallen to pieces just being held in his grasp. My knees went weak when his lips touched mine. His face felt so prickly, his stubble like a rough sandpaper grit. Yet his kisses were so smooth, so confident. My whole body began to glow and tingle as our mouths embraced.
Tingles.
God—that’s right—there were tingles, even! Just like Alina had said.
I remembered how it ended, too; the shame and disappointment of it all still burned at me the morning after. I suppose I hadn’t expected him to be so forward; perhaps I’d thought he might stop after a single kiss. Looking back, ofcoursehe wouldn’t quit. At the same time, I loved his aggressiveness—he was like an animal, he couldn’t control himself. His titan hands made me feel so small—they made me want to submit to him. I even loved it when he reached under my shirt, wanting to put his greedy hands all over my breasts.
But I knew, if I let him go that far, he’d just take and take and take until he’d taken everything.
And that wasn’t how I’d ever imagined my first time going. Not in secret. Not in a rush. Not with one eye on the door, hoping we wouldn’t get caught.
Sigh.
Even still. The morning after, he was all around me—his bed, his belongings,his smell.
I buried my nose in my—his—pillow. A faint trace of his cologne, woody like oak but sweet like honey, mixed with the salty scent of his sleep musk. One whiff of that, and I melted.
Mmm.
Smelling him was a mistake. It made last night feel evenmorereal—especially the disappointment that we didn’t get to do more.
A wet warmth began to throb between my thighs.
Shamefully, I bit my lip. I felt so dirty and wrong as I pulled my panties off my legs.
I didn’t do this often—and Icertainlydidn’t do it in beds that weren’t mine. But I couldn’t help myself. Last night had gotten me too worked up. Ihadto get this out of my system before I did something worse. Something I’d regret for the rest of my life.
I touched my finger to my mound and gasped—I was dripping wet. I closed my eyes as I touched myself, fantasizing what last night would’ve been like if cooler headshadn’tprevailed:
Derek tore off his shirt, his muscles flexing and heaving. Heshushedmy halfhearted protests and yanked my panties to the side. I whimpered, submitting to his strength, as he mounted me raw. His big dick slid through my entry, stretching me wide for the very first time.
As I imagined all the assorted naughty details, I rubbed my swollen and sensitive clit back and forth, faster and faster, a sense of urgency rising within me as I climbed to the peak of pleasure.
I wasjustabout to get there when the bedroom door burst open, without even a knock to warn me.
With a shriek, I scrambled upright, pulling the comforter up to my neck.
My brother came strutting in. “You’ve slept for long enough, Katya! It’s almost noon, get up!”
I threw a pillow at him. “Sa~sha!”
He caught the pillow and zipped it right back at me. “What?”
