It’s on last night.
Canyon still wears the self-assured, untouchable godlike expression that he did when he pinned me down and made me come. Like he’s the king of my world. It’s infuriating.
“Again,” I blurt out, ending Coach’s incessant talking.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Coach grunts out. “I’m not going to have the two of you pulling something before our first meet because you’re so goddamn competitive.”
I scowl, crossing my arms over my chest. “You happy?”
“Completely,” Canyon says with a wide grin. “You look as though you need some cheering up, though, bro.”
Coach chuckles. “Enough, you two. Get showered and hydrated. I’ll see the both of you tomorrow.”
I take off back to the locker room, eager to wash the sweat off my body. I’m scrubbing shampoo through my hair when I hear Canyon’s annoying whistling. The tune sounds familiar. G-Eazy, I think. I ignore him to rinse off. After drying off, I wrap my towel around my waist and walk back into the locker room. All the other athletes are still practicing, so it’s just the two of us. I sit down on the bench and wait for him to finish cleaning up so I can ask him the inevitable.
I’m jittery and trembling until he rounds the corner, his towel loosely tied low at his hips. My mouth goes dry as I marvel over his defined oblique muscles. The trail of hair from his navel to beneath his towel just begs to be licked. I force my stare up his body, drinking in each beautifully hardened ab and his muscular pectorals. His dark-tan nipples are peaked. I’d give both my balls up if he’d let me suck on them.
Fuck.
I press my palm over my dick that’s trying to escape my towel. Canyon’s brow lifts in amusement. He crosses his bulky arms over his chest and takes a step toward me. Water drips from the dark hair that hangs in his eyes, temptingly rolling down his cheeks.
I want to lick him.
Every last inch.
“Can we talk?” I rasp out, unable to keep from sweeping my stare over his sexy abs once more.
“What do you want to talk about, Sommers? Your cum-covered underwear that are still sitting in my hamper.”
I glower at him. “You said you’d wash them.”
“I said no such thing. Besides, I’m still contemplating how to get them attached to the flagpole.” He winks and fuck if fire doesn’t shoot straight to my balls. “What’s on your mind besides my dick in your mouth?”
“I fucking hate you.”
“I’d believe that if you weren’t desperately trying to hide your erection, man.”
Smug bastard.
“I want you to come to the wedding,” I blurt out.
“As your date?”
“W-What? No.” I run my fingers through my wet hair. “For your dad.”
His humor is wiped from his face as a scowl takes over. “No.”
“Canyon, please.”
“Fuck no.”
I stand up and walk over to him, my knees wobbly. “Maybe we can negotiate. You and Carrie agree to go and—”
“You’ll give me something in return.”
“Something like that,” I grumble. “What do you want?”
“That’s a layered question.” He steps closer until we’re nearly touching. I’m forced to angle my head up to see his face. “I’d say a blowjob, but that’s what you want to give me. I need something you don’t want to give.”
“You want me to let you win at the meet?”
His lip curls up, clearly offended by my question. “No. And that’s awfully arrogant of you to think you’d win in the first place, especially since I just beat your ass out there.”
“What do you want, Voss?”
“Collateral.”
“Elaborate.”
“On your knees, Wonderland.”
I gape at him. “But you said—”
He presses a thumb to my lips. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re not sucking my dick.”
I roll my eyes, and he chuckles.
“What then?” I demand, my tone testy and impatient.
“Give me a picture.”
“Of what?”
“You. On your knees. Begging for my cock.”
“So you can spread it to everyone we know? Fuck that.”
He cocks his head to the side, studying me with devious intent. “It’s just for collateral. Only if I need to use it.”
“No.”
“Fine. You can attend the wedding alone.”
I close my eyes and swallow down my anger. “You’re such a fucking bitch.”
He steps close enough to me that our chests brush against each other. I shiver, which makes him grin in triumph. “Please.”
Nice Canyon is dangerous.
“I’m doing this for my dad, not yours,” I mutter. “So if this gets back to him, it defeats the purpose.”
“Your dad will never know about this picture.” He licks his bottom lip. “I can promise that much.”
“So you want me to get on my knees and what?”
“I’ll show you,” he rumbles, his voice deep and husky with what sounds like a want that matches mine. “Get on your knees while I grab my phone.”
I’ve lost my mind because I obey my enemy, dropping to the floor. My gaze is trained on the way the towel hugs his firm ass. I’d love to bite it.