“Ahhh…oh shit.” Her breathing became choppy, her hips riding the hand between her legs while the other played with her pebbled nipple. She held on to me, and dug her nails into my arms for leverage. I hissed, watching her mouth form an ‘O’ while I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I’d never seen something so devastatingly beautiful in my life – lips flushed, cheeks tinged with a rosy hue and eyes begging silently for release.

“You like that?” I asked, moving my fingers in a circular motion. “You like watching me do this to you?”

Her eyes widened, and I knew I had her. She liked the dirty talk, and her body reacted to every word.

I let go of her breast, and slid my hand around her neck. “Tell me you’re close,” – I ground my jaw, and inhaled her scent – “Beg me to make you come.”

She struggled, but I gave her the chance to work through her hesitancy to give in to her baser need. Or maybe it was her resistance to having me be the one to satisfy it. I felt the change, rather than saw it, when she relented.

“Dane, please. I need to…”

Her words trailed off as I increased my pace, and when she tightened around my fingers, ready to let go, I stopped.

It took everything in me to pull my fingers from her waiting body, to not drop my jeans and just thrust into her.

“I told you I’d make you pay.”

Kennedy’s eyes fluttered, giving away the exact moment understanding dawned. I was expecting her to cover herself quickly, maybe even get angry. But that’s not what I got.

She stayed on her desk, totally exposed to me and I held my breath.

“You did that on purpose,” she stated, her voice shaky and not at all surprised. There was a hint of fortitude there too.

“You should know I always win,” I replied, feeling rather smug. I watched her carefully. Something on her face changed, her features becoming resolute, and unwavering. It wasn’t much, just a hint, but it was enough to be noticeable.

“You’re right,” – she inhaled deeply. “You always win. But tell me, Dane, does this feel like winning to you?”

She leaned back on one hand, and used the other to massage her still-naked breast. Her eyes stayed connected with mine, and they challenged me, revealing a side to Kennedy I had never seen before. I couldn’t move.

Her hand moved lower, caressing the skin of her taut stomach, and disappeared into her shorts. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. I shouldn’t have been enjoying it, but, fuck, I was.

“What are you doing?” I asked, despising the husk in the tone of my voice.

She bit her lip, and sucked before replying, “Winning.”

My throat went dry, and I had to clench my fists to stop myself from going to her. I wanted to stop her, but at the same time I was too enamored with the way she touched herself to do it.

“Oh God,” she sighed, moving her hand in circles. “I’m so wet for you, Dane.”

My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. The words were lodged in my throat, despite my need to get them out. Jesus.

“I’m so close.” She panted, and after a few seconds, her head fell back, and her body quivered. I heard her shudder, saw her painted toes curl, my name falling from her lips in a breathy exhalation.

Motherfucker.

She looked back up, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over. Watching that had to have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Her mouth twisted into a self-congratulatory smile, and I recognized the challenge. I shook it off, reminding myself that I couldn’t give her the upper hand. I needed to be the one to deliver the final blow, even if it felt like she had in fact won this round.

“At least now I can tell Chase that you’re not as frigid as we all thought you were. I’m sure he’ll put in some extra effort if he knows you might put out.”

I all but spat the words out, but I had to see it through. The thought of Kennedy going on a date with Chase made me sick, even if I had no right to feel that way. Chase was the star quarterback, with quite the reputation, and the idea of him touching Kennedy riled me up. She wasn’t mine, and I had no claim on her, but that didn’t mean I wanted someone else, especially a douche like Chase, to lay a finger on her.

Her face fell, giving away the moment she understood that she’d still lost. The desolate look in her eyes showed me too much, and for the first time since we’d started playing this silly game I felt regret. But not enough to end whatever it was that we had.

For now though, I needed to walk way because she’d managed to fuck with my head, and I had no idea how to regroup.

There was nothing left to say, so I spun on my heel, and stormed out, leaving Kennedy and committing the way she looked on that desk to memory.

CHAPT ER ELEVEN

Kennedy

DANE LEFT MY bedroom, and I waited for the click of the front door. When I was sure he was no longer on our apartment, I pulled my tank top down, and sank to the floor.

What the hell had I just done?

I was mortified, and any sense of victory over Dane was short lived. Once again I’d played right into the palm of his hand, and when the moment was right, he retaliated. I waited, and waited for the bile to climb up my throat, a telltale sign that what I’d done with Dane, and then in front of him made me feel sick. But if I was completely honest with myself, I enjoyed it. The feel of his hands all over my over sensitized skin, and inside me. The taste of his lips. The heat of his mouth. The way his hips fitted with mine. And especially the way his eyes watched me while I touched myself.

The whole experience had my insides coiled tightly, both from disbelief, and a sick kind of arousal.

God. What the hell was wrong with me? I never behaved like that, like a hussy. I’d never been that girl, and one moment of weakness where Dane frazzled my senses and I was grinding on him, and making myself come with his eyes on me.

I shook my head, and held it in my hands. I was sitting rather uncomfortably on the floor next to my bed, but I couldn’t stand up just yet. I wanted to absorb the reality of what I’d just done to myself, and maybe it would be enough to make me steer as far away from Dane as I could. I’d done well avoiding him, barely glancing at him when we happened to pass each other in the hallway between our apartments, but we always ended up in the same place, like we were gravitating towards each other in some weird way. It was perplexing, and the more I thought about what it meant, the more it confused me.

He hated me, and I was supposed to hate him.

That’s the way it had to be.

** ** **

CHASE CAME BACK from grabbing us two chocolate shakes and cheese burgers with fries and placed them between us on the tailgate of his truck.

When he fetched me for our “date” thirty minutes ago, I hadn’t imagined coming out to a field with a food stand in the middle of nowhere. But I liked it.

The food stand was an old, refurbished metal caravan with a few tables and chairs outside. They only made burgers, and fries, and what Chase boasted were the best milkshakes in all of Brighton. He also told me the ‘pop up’ diner – the caravan – moved around, and only stayed in one spot for a week at a time.

Chase hopped up next to me, and immediately starting eating, while I sipped my shake. He was right. It was the best chocolate shake I’d ever had. Not that I was picky when it came to anything involving chocolate. I looked up at the sky, marveling at how clear it was, and how spectacularly the twinkling stars lit it up. The warm air ghosted across my skin, and I took in the surroundings. There were a few other trucks parked to the side, people laughing as they enjoyed their food, and even a few couples sharing romantic moments in what I thought of as the perfect country setting.