“How did you know my dick was big?” I ask, feigning astonishment. When he grunts out a curse word and flips me off, I say, “You just leave yourself open for these things, don’t you? They’re perfectly served up for me.”
He grabs the door to the gym and opens it, allowing me to go first. My heart foolishly skips in my chest at the gallant, gentlemanly way he opened the door for me. I don’t think he even realized he did it. I’ll be damned if I call him out for that, though, since I clearly enjoyed it a little too much, and that could be used against me.
“I’m not intimidated by your flirting and sexual innuendo, Sommers.”
I bite my bottom lip, winking at him. “Then I’ll have to dial it up a few notches, bro. When you’re begging for my dick between your lips, remember this moment. You started this war. I’m just going to win it.”
Canyon
I was right.
Without my cleats and gear, I am faster.
What I wasn’t expecting was for Alis to up his game. The bastard can run faster and harder than anyone on my football team—ex-team now—and that includes me. Since I beat his time yesterday, I haven’t been able to do it again.
Doesn’t stop me from trying.
We’re both panting and dripping with sweat by the end of practice. Coach Davies calls it for the day, but Alis and I are nowhere near finished.
“Again,” I rasp out.
Alis grimaces but nods. We find our marks and count down together. On “go,” we both tear off down the track. With everyone gone and no one to time us, we just race. Over and over and over. Even after the sun disappears behind the bleachers as twilight chases it away. My quads and calves are on fire, but I’m not giving up.
Unfortunately, neither is he.
It’s not until it begins to truly get dark and my lungs feel like they’re collapsing that I realize we’ve been out here for hours. There’s a person in the stands watching us. When I glance up and see Naomi, I cringe.
Fuck.
“Babe,” I croak out, but my throat is too dry to make the sound carry.
After my asshole behavior yesterday, I promised to take Nae out to dinner after school since it’s her only day off.
I’m such a dickhead.
“Goddammit,” I mutter as I wobble over to my empty water bottle.
“Did you forget something?” Alis doesn’t sound one bit winded, unlike me, which only adds gasoline to my fire.
I glance at where he motions to Naomi. As though I’d forget about my damn girlfriend.
“Go home, Wonderland.”
“Maybe your daddy will read me a bedtime story.”
My fist flies through the air before I can even think. I expect to connect with his jaw, but Alis ducks just in time and shoves me. Stumbling back, I fall hard on my ass, making my teeth snap together painfully. He launches at me, his features twisted with rage, as he straddles my stomach.
“Don’t. You. Ever. Hit. Me!” he screams, his fingers gripping the front of my soaked shirt and yanking me toward him so our noses nearly touch. “Ever.”
The storm of fury and shame and fear in his bottomless dark eyes catches me off guard. All I can do is stare into his haunted gaze. I sit up more, which basically forces him into my lap. We’re both panting and boneless from our running. It probably looks bad the way he’s sitting on me, but the only witness is Naomi, and she knows better than to think there’s anything wrong about it.
“Your dad hit you?” I blurt out as though I care. I don’t.
He recoils as though those words are the most ridiculous ones he’s ever heard. “No.”
I study him for a beat. His bleach-blond hair is soaked with sweat, matted down against his forehead. Perspiration drips from his jaw. I note that his sweet scent remains—lime and coconut—but it’s a little salty too. Like maybe he bathes in margarita mix or some shit. I lick my lips, catching some of my own salty sweat on my tongue. His brown eyes are suddenly warm as they track the movement. The heat that burns in every muscle, bone, and lungs now travels to my groin. An uncomfortable twist in my stomach has me gasping in shock. As my dick thickens in my shorts—and he can clearly feel it—his eyes widen, and his pink lips part.
“Are you going to kill each other or what?” Naomi’s voice cuts the tension like a hot knife.
Alis slides off my lap as I scuttle backward away from him. My dick is hard and obvious as hell. Thank fuck it’s getting dark.
“Stay away from me,” I croak out at him, pointing an accusing finger his way. “Just because you like dick doesn’t mean you can try and force yours on me.”