Page 30 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Sure there is," said Kristen. "We can just sit on their laps."

"Works for me," said Bryce.

Tim got in first, followed by Kristen. She sat on his lap way more seductively than was appropriate.

"What about seatbelts?" I asked.

Kristen gave me a death stare. "I'm sure Bryce will be happy to put his arms around you."

I glanced sideways at Bryce to try to catch his reaction, but he was already climbing in after Alex. There really wasn't any room to sit besides on Bryce lap. I slowly got in, trying not to expose myself in my tiny dress, and sat on Bryce's lap. He put his hands on my hips and the smell of his cologne filled my nose. God, he smelled so good. His right hand left for a second to close the door, but then immediately gravitated back to my hip.

I swallowed hard. I was sure I wouldn't have felt what I was feeling if there hadn't been a sex ban. There's no way his touch would send shivers down my spine. There was no way I'd be noticing how big and strong his hands were. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head and stared out the side window.

"Where to?" asked the driver in a thick accent.

"Carne Deliciosa," said Tim.

The driver nodded and pulled into the street. I lurched forward slightly, which caused Bryce's fingers to dig into my hips. It didn't matter what I tried to tell myself. I liked the feeling of his hands on me and I liked the feeling of his fingertips digging into my hips even better.

His grip eased up on me, but every time we hit a bump or came to a stop, his fingers would dig into my hips again. My body stiffened when he started to trace small circles with his thumb along my lower back. I wasn't sure if he was doing it absentmindedly or on purpose, but it was making my heart race. I put my hand on the armrest on the door to steady myself. If I wasn't careful, I'd melt into that touch.

"Alina?" Kristen said.

"What?" I turned away from the window.

She was staring at me like she had been trying to get my attention for awhile. "Do you have any guesses?"

I cleared my throat. "Um...what are we guessing?"

Alex laughed. "She's been trying to guess what sport the three of us are here for. Basketball, cycling, fencing...nope, nope, and nope."

"Oh." I turned around to see Bryce's reaction to those guesses.

He was staring at me so intently with his blue eyes that it made me gulp.

I immediately turned back around and stared at the headrest in front of my face. It seemed like he was doing that with his hands on purpose. Maybe he was trying to see how I reacted to his touch, and I was certainly reacting to it. "Do you guys play tennis?"

"I already told Kristen that we don't play with balls," Tim said.

"Right." I coughed awkwardly. "Soccer? I mean, not soccer. There's balls in that. I mean one ball."

Bryce laughed behind me. His laugh was electric. It was like I could feel it radiating through me. His right hand had slipped down when he laughed and now his thumb was dangerously close to my ass.

"You two have one more guess," Alex said. "Make it a good one."

"What happens if we get it wrong?" Kristen asked.

Alex shrugged. "What do you guys think we should make them do?"

"So many options," Tim said.

Bryce's hands were making it hard to concentrate, but I didn't want to lose any more bets. I was still worried Kristen was going to force me to have sex in public. There was no way I'd have another punishment hanging over my head. As if the last couple days weren't punishment enough for awhile. I thought about how fast Bryce had run during Operation Red Rip. All the athletes in the ITA were in incredibly good shape. But they weren't all that fast. "Track," I said, before they could even come up with a punishment.

"Bingo," Tim said.

Kristen almost looked disappointed that she wouldn't owe Tim anything. She was totally crushing on him.

The car came to a stop outside of the restaurant and Bryce's fingertips dug into my hips one last time. "Thanks for being my seatbelt," I said and lightly touched his hand. I immediately removed my hand from h

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