Page 68 of Breaking Rules
By nine that night, I was walking into Train’s bedroom at his house on the golf course. Unlike his room at the beach house, this one had more than a bed. A desk with a high-backed chair sat under a shutter-covered window. A dresser lined the wall opposite the bed, and the walls were covered with posters. One in particular caught my eye. The poster was of a girl wearing a parka with a furry hood, and her long blond hair was windblown around her face.
“Who’s the girl?”Please don’t say you have another former girlfriend.Otherwise, I was out.
He turned on the stereo that sat on top of his dresser. “Skylar Grey. She was at the Music Farm a few weeks back.”
That was the weekend my mom dumped me. “I’ve never heard of her.”
He sat on the edge of his bed. “She kind of looks like you, although she’s older.”
I studied the poster. I didn’t see the resemblance, not in that one, but the poster next to it had another photo of her. She did have striking eyes, but I couldn’t tell if they were blue or green. No matter. The girl was pretty with the way she had her braid draped down her chest.
“Montana,” Train said in a soft, raspy voice.
I swung my attention to the bare-chested quarterback. “When did you take off your shirt?” I licked my lips, and Skylar became a distant memory.
He closed the distance between us. “Do I detect nervousness?” He tipped up my chin with his fingers. “You sure have different sides to you.” He leaned down, his breath tickling my neck. “Rather sexy to see you a little apprehensive.”
It wasn’t that I was apprehensive. I also wasn’t all talk, either. I wanted Train badly. We’d practiced enough foreplay that theGuinness Book of World Recordswould have been impressed. I knew myself. I knew going all the way would take our relationship to a deeper level, and I was afraid. I was afraid of him, of us, and of heartbreak, which was why I hadn’t pushed to do more than just grope each other. Above all else, I had to make sure he didn’t want to rekindle his relationship with Nina. Ninety-nine percent of me believed he had no desire to return to his ex, but that one percent shone brightly.
“Montana,” he whispered in my ear. “Where are you?”
I blinked as I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “I need to ask you something.” I shrugged away from him and went to sit on his messy bed.
“Since when do you have a serious face?”
I was probably about to screw up the night and the fun we were supposed to have, but I had to know. “We have a great time together. You’re yin to my yang. You get me. You don’t mind that I’m wacky or bold or say or do stupid things. And I think I know the answer to this, but I don’t want to assume. Do you still have feelings for Nina?” I held my breath.
His brows furrowed. “For real?”
Silence thickened the air.
Train wrenched a hand through his brown locks as he squatted down in front of me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. When I’m not with you. When I am with you. In the shower in the mornings.” He plastered on an impish grin. “At dinner earlier tonight, I couldn’t tell you what half the conversation was about. I hardly heard a word. All I kept thinking about was you.”
“That’s because you knew you would play with my jumanji tonight.”
His hands coasted up my thighs. “Maybe that and I love spending time with you. But we don’t have to bone if you don’t want to. We can make out until our lips are red and raw and my balls are blue.”
I busted out laughing.
He started to crawl up, causing me to lie back. “I have no feelings for my ex.”
I believed him. And at some point in my life, I had to take a chance with my heart even if it meant letting him in in a tiny way.
I planted a hand on his super-sculpted chest. “Not so fast. I want you to do a striptease like you did at the beach house.”
He chuckled. “Only if we replay that entire scene.” He dragged my hand down to his hard-on.
Even though I’d had quite a bit to drink that night, I hadn’t forgotten what I’d done or how I’d enjoyed having my mouth around his penis. “You’ve got to strip first.”
He jumped off me and went over to his stereo behind me. Within a second, a slow and sexy song filled the room. “In case you haven’t heard her music, this is ‘Come up for Air,’ by Skylar.” He helped me off the bed. “Dance with me.”
“Wait. I thought we were—”
He touched my lips with his finger. “Shh.”
He wrapped one arm around me and put his hand on the small of my back, then he crooked his elbow so his other hand was in the air, waiting on mine.
I pressed my palm to his.
