Page 51 of Breaking Rules
I touched the sides of her thighs, soft and silky. “I’m not exactly in a position to do much.” Well, I could have, given my strength, but I would have been a moron not to listen to what she had to say or see how she was about to torture me. “The floor is yours.” Or rather, I was all hers. Maybe after she was done with me, I would realize we weren’t good for each other or, even scarier, that we were good for each other.
My fingers coasted up and down her thighs. Her eyes became heavy as she rubbed against my groin.
I lost my breath, my mind, and almost my vision. I shaped her hips before my hands were underneath her tank. “Um, is this your way of talking?”
“Maybe.” Her voice was breathy.
“I like it,” I said.
She stopped moving on me. “Tell me about the locker room door.”
“Someone tagged a heart and ‘Train sucks’ inside the heart. I assumed it was you. You asked me about tagging the first day of school, and then I saw you drawing in your notebook. But why are you worried if you didn’t do it?” Something wasn’t right.
She picked at her tank top. “Because one of my paint cans is missing. I think I left it on the floor outside the door.”
“When the team returned after the game, there wasn’t a paint can anywhere around there. Besides, it’s not like Principal Flynn will send the can to a forensics lab.” I chuckled.
“Maybe not. But he has my school records from my last school with how I defaced school property.” She dropped her gaze to my stomach, which was showing because my T-shirt had ridden up. “He might assume it was me, and I can’t prove I didn’t do it.”
“Why do you tag?”
Her gorgeous blue eyes flashed with excitement. “It’s my way of dealing with things. Plus, I get a huge adrenaline rush when I tag. Some people get high on drugs. I get high on graffiti. And you irritate me. There, I said it.”
The feeling on my part was mutual. I was getting high being around her. She was slowly becoming my addiction.
She slouched in my lap. “But I swear I didn’t do it. I almost did. I stood in front of the door with my paint can and realized I couldn’t go through with it. I got thrown out of my last school because I painted an entire wall in the gym. I also promised my mom I wouldn’t tag. Then I heard voices in the hall. So I ran. Do you have any enemies?”
I dropped my hands from her. “Everybody loves me,” I teased.
Her tongue slid out to lick her bottom lip. “I don’t.” She wiggled on me.
“Wait.” I smirked. “You must. You jumped my bones as soon as I walked in.”
“If that’s the case, then you love me since you were all over me in the weight room.”
I locked eyes with her. “I told you. You’re not my type.”
One side of her mouth went up. “So if I gave you a blow job right now, you would stop me? Or if I stripped down right now, you wouldn’t react or have your way with me? Or if I bent my naked body over the table, you wouldn’t do anything? You would simply walk away? Or—”
I grabbed onto her waist as I hopped up then threw her on the couch before I got on top of her.
She giggled.
“What do you want me to say? That I want to suck on your tits until you’re squirming and screaming? Or maybe you want me to drag my tongue up and down your naked body before I capture your clit in my mouth and tease you to an orgasm.”
Her cheeks turned bright red as her breathing grew shallow. The only thing red on me was my dick, or at least I would bet it was since my erection was straining to get out of my jeans.
A car door slammed.
We both looked at each other with horror.
“My mom’s home.”
We both vaulted off the couch. She smoothed out her hair, grabbed a laptop off the chair near the fireplace, then plopped back down on the couch. “Sit with me.”
I did as she said. I didn’t have to worry too much about my hard-on since the thought of getting caught had deflated any sexual tension in the room.
The door opened. “Montana!” her mom called.
