Page 54 of Challenge
When I come out, he’s propped up on the counter by himself as if he was waiting for me.
“Your sister leave?” I ask, looking around the room.
“Yep. Her and Hayden are going baby gear shopping or something.”
I nod and stare down at my feet. “I think I need to go home and get some clothes and, I don’t know…just relax a bit.”
Camden frowns. “We don’t have a lot of time to waste here, Specs.”
“I know but…erm…”
“What?” he prods.
“Well, I’m sore for one.” I feel a flush of embarrassment move over me. There’s an ache between my legs that is not all together pleasant. I’m afraid that if I stay we’ll only make it worse.
The corner of his mouth tilts. “Where exactly are you sore?”
“Shut up, you know where.” I adjust my glasses. “And I’m not sure we should do this Tower Park thing your sister suggested.”
He shoves himself off the counter and folds his arms over his chest. “Why not?”
“Because it sounds like a date and that’s not what we’re supposed to be doing here.” My lips form a thin line as I try to gain some semblance of control back over this plan of mine.
“I’m aware of what we’re doing.”
“Oh…well—”
“I have plans for you, Specs.” He moves toward me and pushes me up against the frame of the doorway. Back in my heels, I reach just below his chin now. One of his hands cups my waist and the other snakes around and palms my arse, bringing me into him. “You see, football and sex are interchangeable for me, and fucking you at Tower Park is going to be fun…for both of us.” He waggles his eyebrows, barely lightening the mood of his hot hold on me.
My groin actually pulses with need and it hurts. The wickedness of his mouth, the promise of his firm grip, and the challenging twinkle in his eyes excites every part of me.
I smile. “Well, when you put it like that.”
AFTER MAKING FIRM PLANS FORtomorrow and leaving Camden’s flat, I couldn’t wait to postmortem things with Belle. Growing up, I never had friends to confide in so she has certainly become my sounding board. Plus, since she created the Penis List with me, it’s only natural that she earns some dirty details.
“Oh my God, you look different,” Belle says as she slides into the velvet green booth of our favourite pub in Bethnal Green, Old George. It’s a renovated 18th century pub with exposed brick, mismatched furniture, and a cool, dark atmosphere. The hipster bartenders with swirlie mustaches fit right in with the vintage décor.
“I do not look different, do I?” I hold my cheeks because I can feel the heat of my blush.
Her dark eyes widen. “I bet if you stood up and walked, you’d look like one of those cowboys fromBrokeback Mountain.”
I frown. “Why would you sayBrokeback Mountain?”
Her shoulders lift. “I dunno. It’s the only cowboy movie I can think of that has a lot ofriding.” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.
I shake my head at my severely strange friend and hand her my glass of red that I ordered while waiting for her.
“So how was it? How did you leave it? How big is he? Did you spend the night? Or did you go home right after?” She takes a big gulp and hands my glass back to me while gesturing to the sever to bring another.
“Down, Sheba,” I jest. “Let’s start with what’s most important.” I lean in and whisper over my wine glass, punctuating every word, “The sex was intense. Intensely good. Intensely fun. Intensely hot. Intensely overwhelming. Just…very intense.”
Her eyes are on fire with barely contained excitement. “Sounds intense.”
“But it was also sweeter than I expected.” I take a sip, contemplating everything in my head. As mind-blowing as everything was, he did confuse my Penis List a bit.
“What do you mean?” Belle asks.
“He was gentler than what I expected. I’m not complaining, but in the hospital, he was all cocky, arrogant, demanding playboy. This morning when we did it, he was patient, calm, and attentive. There was no spanking or throwing me up against a wall…or anything horribly naughty like I thought a typical Penis Number One would be like.”
