Page 10 of Stick Games
It was a no-win situation, and she was better off without me in her life. But I hated hurting her. Hated the way she left with her friend, and then spent the next few years avoiding me. But there’s no avoiding each other now. I see her every day and not being able to touch her, or kiss her, has been messing with my game.
No wonder she always wants to work on my skating skills. I’m two left feet out there during practice and games. But every time she pushes me, all I want is to push back, or rather push her against the boards and kiss the fucking hell out of her.
My fingers continue to brush against hers and yes, my board shorts are growing tighter. Hopefully the first thing she’ll ask me to do is take a cold swim. If I’m going to make it through this day, I can’t start out this fucking aroused.
“You want me to get you a drink?” I ask, as she wipes her forehead and eyes my frosted glass.
“I’ll just have yours.”
“Yesterday you didn’t want to drink after me.”
“That was yesterday.” I hand her the glass and as she puts her lips around the straw, a groan crawls out of my throat. She momentarily stills, her gaze cutting to mine. Yeah, I get it. We started down this path before, and I doused it with Jenny’s tongue. This time, I don’t plan on dousing anything and I really hope this game takes us to where we both need to go.
Consequences be damned.
Then again, we did agree that what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean. I don’t want to do anything to fuck with my relationship with Ryder. Which means I shouldn’t be doing this at all. Maybe I should stop it before it starts. Jesus, if I do that again, she’ll likely drown me herself. But it’s for the best right? I should just get up and walk away.
“I think I need lotion.” She pulls a tube of suntan lotion from her bag and hands it to me. “Would you mind?”
“Are you asking me to put lotion on you, Millie?”
“Yes.”
“Then I can’t say no.” I take the tube from her and she stretches out on the lounge chair. My dick thickens as I admire her curves and sun kissed skin I want to taste with my tongue. She moans as the sun beats down on her. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
I walk to the foot of her chair, and she watches me carefully as I straddle it. She shifts like she’s going to sit up but stops when I grip her legs, widen them and put them over mine.
“Oh.”
That one breathless word is like a hot caress to my throbbing dick. “This okay?”
She clears her throat. “Yes, I suppose.”
“It’s your day. If you don’t like this position, you can put me in any other position you want.”
Her cheeks warm. Is it the sun, or is she thinking of other positions she’d like me in? “This will do.”
I nod, squirt a generous amount of lotion into my palm and start at her calf. I rub it in, slicking it all over her skin. My hand goes higher, and higher, and as she lays there, like she’s completely unaffected, it occurs to me that she might know exactly what she’s doing—might be trying to mess with me.
Revenge.
Maybe she’s going to let me think something is going to happen between us, and then walk away to find another man’s tongue. I probably deserve it, but maybe I can do something to ensure this game plays out to completion because, from the soft mewling sounds she’s trying to muffle with her throat clearing, there’s no denying she likes the way I’m touching her.
I guide my hand higher, moving to the insides of her thighs, and I clench down on my jaw to stop myself from bending forward and taking a delicious bite. A seagull squawks in the distance, and I lift my head, as my fingers accidentally—on purpose—brush against her sex. A small gasp catches in her throat and I continue to watch the bird, like I’m completely oblivious to what my hands are doing.
“This is way better than Boston,” I begin, striving to keep my voice even, despite the fact that I’m sporting a major hard-on. “Ash texted and said they got a huge storm.”
Even though I’m on a tropical island, with a clear blue sky, I’m experiencing a storm too. In my damn shorts.
“Yeah, I heard from Tanner.” She looks out across the beach. “He told me it was bad. I’m sure glad I’m here.”
“I’m glad you’re here too.” Her gaze flies to mine as my fingers once again brush her sex, and this time I make it perfectly clear that I’m conscious of my movements. “Other than your friends here, you don’t know many people in Boston yet, and I wouldn’t want you alone on your birthday.”
“I guess I could have spent it with Tanner and Maeve.”
“They’re busy with a new baby.”
