Page 26 of Playing for Keeps
I knew that dinner at my parents would be no different; of course, it would be a test. Marty and I arrived at the house, cars lining the driveway and street. With a smile, I ran my fingertip along Cameron’s car as we stepped toward the door. Dressed in a long black dress, my hair pulled up in a messy bun, I readied myself to put on my happy face, and the long stalking of my father.
“Honey, welcome.” My mother greeted us as we entered. With a smile, I hugged her, stepping back as my father walked into the room.
“Hannah, sweetheart.” He spoke with such a caring tone, I was sure he hadn’t expressed his suspicions to my mother.
“Hey, Dad.” I stepped into his arms; my gaze lifted over his shoulder at everyone.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Marshall,” Marty said quickly.
“Looks like a packed house,” I said. “I didn’t know everyone would be here tonight,” I added, a lie, as Cameron had told me of his invite days before.
“I thought it would be good, we are more than a team after all.” My father answered me with a smile and a nod. I got you, I thought as we stared at one another.
“Well, I’m going to go find my guy,” Marty said. “Excuse us.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my parents, me with a thank-you glance.
We walked into the living room, my eyes scanning each person. Maximus was there with Lola. Austin with some random girl I’d never seen before, sure, some bunny. Peyton stood with his girl, locked in conversation with two running backs. I found it funny before Cameron; I knew nothing about this team, now I knew each one as if I’d known them all my life. Marty and I stepped through the room, greeting the players and their companions, followed by other coaches and their wives. I took a glass of wine from one of the servers my mother had hired and continued into the den when I saw him.
Saying he looked handsome wouldn’t have done him justice. He stood in a black suit, with a white button-up shirt left unbuttoned around his neck, no tie. I could have torn his clothing off right then and there; just seeing him caused my body to grow hot, a tingle between my thighs. This was going to be more complicated than I thought. Downing the sweet liquid, I grabbed another as Easton came walking toward us with a wide grin. That man was always in a good mood.
“There’s my girl.” He said, wrapping his arms around Marty, kissing her as he lifted her from the ground. I was jealous theycould be so free, often telling my friend just that, but I lived with it.
Cameron made his stride toward us, with a grin on his face as he looked up and down my body. He shook his head, leaning in to give me a quick hug. “You look good enough to eat.” He whispered. I blushed at his words, noticing his eyes lift over my shoulder before he stepped back and instantly moved to Marty, giving her the same type of hug. Turning, I saw my father had entered the room. Here we go, I thought with a roll of my eyes.
“Hannah, hi.” I heard Lana’s voice as she walked up to me, quickly pulling me into a hug. “Cameron thought it would be best to bring a date.” She spoke softly in my ear.
“It’s great to see you,” I replied as she stepped back. I looked at Cameron, him with a crooked smirk as he lifted his wine glass to his lips, wrapping his arm around Lana’s waist. She was the one woman I trusted with him, the very woman I had been jealous of in the beginning. I nodded, letting him know I was impressed by his level of commitment.
The party went smoothly. I mingled, spending time with both my parents, and only a few minutes with Cameron, although our gazes met constantly from across the room. It was hard to have him so close and yet so far away, like a fight between his pull and my self-control. We brushed past one another, our hands touching at the food table, a whisper here and there, but we managed to behave…for the most part.
“Excuse me,” I said softly to my mother, placing my sixth glass of wine on the table, and I made my way toward the guest restroom. I waited at the locked door, leaning against the wall, when I felt a light brush against the small of my back.
“I can’t keep my eyes off you.” He spoke softly behind me, and my lips curled into a smile. I glanced at the party, searching for my father, anyone who might be looking in our direction.
“You’re being dangerous,” I said teasingly.
“This isn’t dangerous.” He replied, the door opening with Austin’s date walking out. She smiled and nodded at us, moving past us when Cameron grabbed hold of my waist and pushed me into the restroom. “This is.” He closed the door, locking it.
There was no hesitation in his movements; he was a man on a mission. I had no time to wrap my mind around what he was doing or even offer a word of rebuttal if I wanted. I fell into his control, happily. His lips moved under my chin, his hand a firm grip on the right side of my neck. My body reacted, igniting in fire from his eagerness. He gripped the material of my dress and started to yank it up, sliding his fingers under the hem of my panties. He yanked them off and slid them into his pocket. I moaned softly, trying to get my brain to catch up with where my body was.
He lifted me from the ground, popped me onto the porcelain sink, parting my thighs. My breathing was heavier, already close to exploding, and he hadn’t even touched me. He lowered down before me, his head buried between my knees. I nearly screamed from pleasure. My hands gripped the sides of the sink, my body leaning backwards until I hit the mirror. I lifted my legs, placing my feet on his shoulders as he lifted slightly. His tongue worked a magic indescribable, sending me into a wave of pleasure. He lifted his hand, placing it over my mouth as I started to moan, my body shaking, as he brought me to climax in record time.
A knock on the door, Cameron stood up, looking into my eyes. I sat up, grabbing at the back of his neck, and pulled him into me. I could taste myself on his lips, his tongue, which only caused my body to react again. I wanted more; I wanted him. A louder knock at the door, followed by Lana’s voice, our kiss broke.
He smiled, then spoke with a raspy tone. “Your place tonight?” As if he had to ask, I thought.
“Soon,” I answered. He smiled at me, kissing me once more.
I jumped from the sink, fixing my dress when Cameron held out my panties. “You don’t want to catch a cold.” Smiling, I took the thin material and pushed it back into his pocket.
“No chance of that long as you’re around.” We kissed once more, Lana with another knock. Cameron made his way to the door, unlocking it, and opened it, stepping out with Lana, glancing at me.
“Are you fucking insane?” I heard her ask as he closed the door. With a light laugh, I fixed my hair, exhaling with a smile, my body light and relaxed.
The party ended just an hour later. Cameron had already left with Easton and Lana thirty minutes prior, which was a good thing. It gave me time to say my goodbyes to my parents. Marty and I arrived home not long after, only to find Cameron and his brother already waiting on the front porch. Parking, Marty made a mad dash to her boyfriend, both kissing and laughing as they moved into the house without a word. They had a relationship more based on fun and play, which was more in line with who they were. Cameron and I were different. There was passion, raw, animal-like passion.
I stepped onto the front porch; my movements stopped just before him. We locked gazes but said nothing. There was nothing to say. I lifted my hands to his shoulders and ran my fingers down his neck. He stood still, as if frozen, my fingers sliding under his shirt button, undoing them one at a time. Opening his shirt, my palms ran against his bare skin, and a breath of serenity exhaled from my lips. I needed to feel him, his warmth; I had been without it far too long. We remained on the porch for a few more seconds, and everything stopped; even the wind seemed to halt.
Until…
