Page 63 of Scoring the Player
Her smile drops instantly and rage wraps around my spine.
“What did she say?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Her words tumble out and her face tilts down, breaking eye contact.
I slide my fingers along her neck and lift her chin with my thumb, so she’ll meet my gaze. “What happened?”
“She was trying to hurt my feelings or make me mad, so it would come between us and ruin our night. I’m not going to let it. You shouldn’t, either.”
“What did she say?” My tone is hard, but I run my thumb along her cheek softly.
“That I would never look as good in your jersey as she did.” She tries to hide it, but I see the spark of hurt those words caused. She covers it by faking a smile and adding, “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“It’s not fine.” I scan the yard looking for my ex. Surely, she isn’t dumb enough to show her face at my house after saying something like that to Dahlia. Except, of course she is. I find her on the dance floor with a couple of her friends.
“I’ll be right back.”
Dahlia latches onto my arm. “No. That’s what she wants.”
“She doesn’t get to say shit like that to you. Nobody does. Do you understand?”
“People talk shit. I’m hardly the only person that Bethany has been a bitch to, I’m sure.”
“I don’t care what she says to other people. She’s not saying shit like that to you.”
“You know what I want?”
“What?” I ask, voice still tight.
“I want to enjoy tonight. No drama, just the full Felix Walters experience. I want to celebrate like the guy I’m with just won his first football game of the season.”
“We can do that as soon as I tell her to get the hell out of my house and never come back. That’s whatIwant to do.”
She closes the gap between us. Her tits pressing into my chest momentarily distract me.
“No, I want the real experience. You treat me like you’re afraid I’m going to break. Would you run over there and chew out your ex for some random girl?” She shakes her head. “I’m stronger than you think. I can handle a mean girl and I can handle you kissing me again without thinking it means something more than it does. So, for tonight, can we just hang out, celebrate, and you treat me like you would any other girl you were dating?”
“You aren’t any other girl.”
She groans. “That’s exactly what I mean. I really am. Less experienced, yes, but it doesn’t make the things I want any different.”
I hear what she’s saying, but I can’t pretend that I don’t know that I’m the first guy she’s kissed or that she hasn’t had sex. And I definitely can’t pretend like she’s just some random girl I’m hanging out with for a night. Or that my ex didn’t try to hurt her to get back at me.
“You said that we would do all the things I wanted to do but hadn’t yet. That you would help me do them. I want to be a girl hanging out with the guy she likes at a party.”
It’s my turn to groan. I don’t think she knows just how much I’ve held back.
Her navy blue eyes widen and her voice lowers. “Please?”
“All right,” I agree. I’m positive this is a terrible idea, but it would be nice not to triple check every thought or action when I’m around her for one night.
The huge smile she flashes at me and the immediate lust that shoots through me in response make me second-guess my decision. I’ll aim for somewhere in the middle of what she wants and what I want to do. Slinging her over my shoulder and taking her to my room for a quick fuck is the latter, so I lace my fingers around her lower back and look down the front of her tank top.
“What are you…” she starts and then laughs. “Are you looking down my shirt?”
I bring my gaze back up to meet hers. “I’ve been trying not to stare at your tits all night, hot stuff.”
She laughs again.
