“What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving.”

“We can’t! Are you insane?”

He grabbed my hand, ignoring me until we were standing in the parking lot next to his car. “Get in,” he ordered.

“No.” I crossed my arms and stood in place.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, “he threatened.

“Kiss my ass.”

I was bent over the hood of car before I could blink with him pressed against my back breathing into my ear. “I’m more tempted to spank it right now if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

I fought against his hold, which was a mistake when I felt his erection grow against my ass. “Don’t touch me.”

“Why? Because you like it so much? I watched you squirm this past week every time I was even near you. You crave it don’t you?”

“You wish.”

“I do wish. Every fucking night I wish and I dream. I think about the classroom the most. Do you remember?” he taunted.  “Yeah you do.”

He lifted his chest off my back and ran his hand down my spine causing me to arch my back. His hand reached my ass, trailing lower until he cupped me.

“Would you like me to do it again? I could eat your little pussy right here on the hood of my car. It would be my pleasure…and yours.”

He rubbed his lower body against me creating a delicious friction and I moaned. “Please. Someone will see.”

“Let’s make a deal. You get your ass in the car or I give you what we both know you want, right here.”

I got in the car.

We ended up at Pies, Shakes, & Things to grab a few burgers after we left school. Well one for me and three for Keiran. I shook my head at his appetite. Men.

I couldn’t believe we were skipping. It was something I’d never done before and I thought about how many times my aunt would kill me if she found out. She writes sci-fi so she knows things.

“Can we go back now?” I finally asked after we finished eating.

“Just eat my food and ditch me huh? Heartless.”

“As I recall, you kidnapped me from school.”

He shrugged. “I could have eaten you instead of the burger.” My face grew hot and I tried not to melt in my seat. “You’re squirming again,” he observed with a smirk.

“Can you stop?” I was irritated that he was calling me out on my shit.

“Am I bad company?”

“You’re unwanted company.”

“Don’t be such a bitch.”

“I have every right to be! Or did you forget?” I didn’t care if I sounded like a shrew. How dare he call me a bitch after the hell he put me through?

“I didn’t forget. You remind me every chance you get. Can’t you let that go?”

“No. I don’t trust you.”

“I want to be friends.”

I laughed, “That won’t happen.” But it would. This was my chance.

He was about to respond when the chime over the door sounded and an expensively dressed woman with short brown hair entered. She looked out of place as she looked around as if searching for someone.

“Fuck. Let’s go,” he stated throwing money on the table.

“Keiran?” She stepped over to our table just as we were rising to leave. “I thought that was your car I saw outside. How are you darling?’ She moved to hug him but he sidestepped her bringing me with him and headed for the door.

“Take care of yourself, Joan,” he said not bothering to answer her question.

“Tell your uncle to call me!” she called out. I so wanted to know who that was and why Keiran was rude to her. Then again, Keiran was rude to everyone.

* * *

I watched his fingers clench and unclench the steering wheel as we drove.  His mood had shifted from playful to dark and I didn’t know if it was my refusal to have anything to do with him or his run-in with Joan. I was curious what kind of relationship she had with the uncle I have yet to meet.

“Does your uncle have work that keeps him away? I’ve never seen him around.” I decided to start off asking unassuming questions.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Think of it as an interview of sorts.”

“An interview? For what?” He briefly took his eyes off the road and regarded me with narrowed eyes.

“You said you wanted to be friends.” He grunted.

“You are something else you know that?”

I stared at him wide-eyed, projecting innocence. “What do you mean?”

He shook his head and licked those luscious lips and I instantly remembered the way they tasted. Like mint and sin. “Tell you what – we play for your answer.”

“Play?” I watched him warily.

“Basketball. One on One.”

“But you’ll beat me. It won’t be a fair fight.”

“I’ll make it easy.  If you can get two shots before I get ten I will answer your question.”

“It’s just a simple question that needs a simple answer.”

“I’ll sweeten the deal. I’ll answer one question for each additional shot you can make. Two shots get you your first answer. Every shot after that gets you an additional answer to any question you want to ask.”

This could work for me. “Any question?”

He nodded and waited for my answer. “What do you get out of it?” There had to be a catch, I thought as we pulled into his driveway.

“If I win then you give us a shot.”

He didn’t hesitate to answer and it was then that I knew I’d been setup.  My heart pounded in anticipation but it wasn’t for the game. “To be friends?” I clarified.

He looked into my eyes and I knew they were exposing my deepest desires and showing him exactly how much I wanted him. The forbidden was always the hardest to fight. I just hope he couldn’t also see how much I hate him.

“You know it will be much more than that but if that’s what you need to tell yourself then fine. Friends.” He sneered the word out, mocking me.

“I could say no,” I stated.

“But you won’t.” His jaw clenched and I could tell he was on edge. He was right. I couldn’t say no. I wanted answers.

“Let’s do it.”

* * *

I was growing frustrated but I refused to quit. Quitting would only mean he would win by default and I wasn’t about to just hand my sanity over to him. I managed to score one shot so far but Keiran had already scored seven. At this rate he would surely win but the fat lady hadn’t sung yet. No way.

I figured if I stopped staring at his biceps long enough I could score a few more shots. He changed into a muscle shirt before we started playing and I’d been drooling ever since. After seeing the fierce way he played with Keenan and the skilled way he way he played at the game I knew he was taking it easy on me but I still couldn’t deliver.

“Foul!” I called after he slapped my ass and took a shot. Eight. He grinned and dribbled the ball between his legs watching me.

“Doesn’t that mean I get a free shot?”

“Nope. That just means you get the ball. He passed it to me and I quickly took a shot before he could try to steal it from me. It bounced off the rim and he was there to catch it, dunking the ball and scoring his ninth shot.

So much for taking it easy.

“Why are you toying with me?” I heard the whine in my voice and cursed. I sounded like the numerous bimbos at school. I always thought they were born like that but maybe it was just male attention that made them act like that.

“I’m not. You’re giving up.”

“And you’re cheating.”

“I’m fighting for what I want. Are you?” He raised an eyebrow and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

I got a peek at his glistening abs and felt my own tummy flutter. I touched my stomach, feeling the soft skin. He was hard where I was soft. Sculpted where I was smooth. I longed to rub against him to compare the difference.

“I can always show you more. Just say the word.” Shit. He caught me staring. I dropped my hand and got my head back in the game.

I was dribbling the ball fighting to keep the ball as he kept guard on me. We were close. Real close. Our breath mingled and our bodies touched. I grew hotter from a different kind of heat when my hip lodged into his groin.