Page 72 of Sweet Surrender
The next example of blatant cheating came from Justine when she bent over in front of Blake to ‘tie her shoelaces’. Her little skirt flipped up, giving Blake the perfect view of her panties. Taylor made the most of this distraction and scored.
Beau shook his head at Blake in disappointment. “Walk it off, man,” he mimicked Blake’s earlier words. Blake flipped him the bird.
The ladies won the first round but by the second round, the men were on to their tricks and had pulled back a victory. Midway through the final round, Justine had to bow out, feeling tired so Blake sat out with her in solidarity. Christy and Dean had been so successful at turning each other on that they had disappeared.
It was down to Taylor and Beau.
“You can do it, Taylor, you know what the stakes are!” Justine shouted from the side-lines while Blake fanned her with his shirt, trying to cool her down.
“So do you, Beau, don’t let me down,” Blake called.
Taylor dribbled the ball up the court and Beau chased after her, wrapping his arms around her, caging her in as he tried to block the ball. She stumbled but he caught her, pulling her against him. Her eyes glued to his chest, her tongue ran out over her lips like she wanted to taste him before she broke away to get the ball. He figured out how to get under her skin.
He came up in front of her, invading her space. “You like what you see, Taylor?”
She faltered, her eyes darting away.
“Is this what you picture when you touch yourself, sliding your fingers in deep and wishing it was me?”
She gasped at his words but the heat in her eyes didn’t lie. She wanted him but she wouldn’t give in. Looked like he had to take one for the team. She tried to get round him, but he blocked her, pulling her against him and batting the ball away.
He nipped her ear. “Shall we stoppussyfooting around?”
“What do you mean?” Was she breathless from the game or from their closeness? He really hoped it was the closeness. He released her and grabbed the ball.
“One more basket, sweetheart. If I win, we get a do-over on our night together. If you win, we have it your way and we don’t do it again,” he said.
She snapped her teeth at him. “No way!”
“You scared?” He bent down putting them nose to nose. “Scared at how much you want more?” he purred, and she shoved away from him.
“Fine, let’s do this and Iwillwin. Now I have two reasons instead of one, you just made me more determined,” she smirked, all sass.
They tore up and down the asphalt. Justine and Blake were screaming from the edge of the court. Beau managed to get the ball off of Taylor and ran full speed down the court, Taylor hot on his heels. He leapt into the air and her body crashed into his side, throwing him off-balance. He missed, the ball going wide of the basket. He was so stunned she managed to move him that he was too late. She grabbed the ball and was halfway back up the court. His pulse pounded in his ears, his heart in his mouth as he watched her shoot in slow motion and the ball sailed through the net.
“Yes!” she yelled, and then Justine was hugging her. High fives went round as Christy and Dean reappeared. Then she grabbed him and dropped a kiss on his cheek.
“Don’t be salty,Teddy Beau, it’s better this way,” she murmured.
He remembered he was meant to be pretending to be her boyfriend which was why he pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her neck, not for any other reason.
*
Later that week Taylor burst into the cabin, slamming the door shut and scaring the shit out of Beau. He leapt to his feet, his heart in his mouth as he pulled her behind him, ready to take on whoever was coming after her.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, peering out the front door, the sun low behind the trees as it kissed the sky goodnight.
“Nothing, I’m good.” She jumped in front of him, her eyes bright. “Get changed, I’ve got a date for us to go on.” All smiles and excitement, she raced into the bedroom.
“Jesus Christ Taylor, you scared the crap out of me!” he shouted, following her. He watched her skipping around the room as she grabbed clean clothes. He noticed that she got them from the dresser not the floor, sticking to her promise to be tidier. She quickly changed in the bathroom and then came out to find him still standing there. As she brushed her hair, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Where are we going?”
She spritzed herself with perfume before turning to face him with that dazzling smile. “It’s a surprise.”
He frowned and she spotted his reflection in the mirror. She came and stood in front of him, the cloud of her scent wafting over him. “What’s wrong with surprises, Beau?”
“You know I don’t like them,” he sulked.
She rolled her eyes and punched him playfully on the arm. “I know but it’s a good surprise, I promise.”
