AllFreeNovel
Share Us
8
Carm
What is it about Bella Scott that grabs hold of me every time she’s around? I hate her as much as I want to fuck her. I need to get it together.
Since Annie pretty much told me I’m a douche, I’m trying to be civil and not flirt, but when my hand landed on Bella’s knee, a current of warmth shot up my arm. I remember what Annie said about how I come off, but even so, I’ll admit that I wanted to grab Bella’s hand and take her away from here, press her against the wall outside the bathroom, slide my hand down to her ribs, and grab her ass as I thrust forward so she could feel how hard I was. The dark pink color on her lips would look incredible around my dick.
Nice daydream, but I need to deal with reality.
I pick up my ball, unnerved by how much headspace Bella has been taking up over the past few days. I throw the ball and try to get a strike. Not just because I need to beat my brother, but because she’s watching.
Enzo laughs when my ball goes into the gutter. “I have to bring you around more often.”
I turn around only to see Bella’s eyebrows raised. “Now get a spare,” she says, throwing my words back at me.
I laugh and pick up another ball, throwing it up and catching it in my palm. There’s no way I’ll allow myself to be distracted and lose to Enzo. Thankfully, Annie only got four pins down.
When I let it go, this time it rolls down the center of the lane, and I throw my hands in the air right before the ball makes contact. It crashes into the small pins, and every one goes down except one on the far right. What the hell?
Enzo’s laugh is all I hear when I turn to face them.
Bella’s eyebrows are still raised. “Spare would’ve been nicer.” She sips the wine she got from the bar a few minutes ago with a blank expression.
The fact she can keep her smile at bay tells me she’s a woman who holds her own.
I shake my head, and Enzo takes my spot in the lane as I fall in next to Bella on the bench. Her perfume reminds me of walking through Central Park when spring is in full bloom after the rainfall has helped every flower sprout throughout the vast acreage.
Wait? What the hell was that? Since when do I compare the way a woman smells to… well, anything?
Is this how it starts?
I should ask Enzo.
I adjust in my seat and pick up my beer.
Enzo gets a strike before I can initiate any conversation with Bella, and she’s out of her seat before Enzo has a chance to leave the lane.
The entire game goes back and forth. I underestimated Annie and Bella, because they hold their own, all of us getting a feel for the game after the third frame. But now we’re tied, and it’s come down to the last frame.
Bella spared, and now she’s on her last ball. I stand as it heads straight between the front pin and the one behind it. She did it.
“Shit,” Enzo says next to me.
“Relax,” Annie tells him.
Every pin falls and Bella turns around, both her arms up, and jumps with an exuberant smile. Before I can think better of it, I run over to her, pick her up, and circle her around. There’s no way Enzo and Annie can beat us now. Yeah, I may be underestimating Annie, but what Bella just did is hard to replicate.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she laughs in my ear. Goose bumps travel down my spine. She feels soft and secure against me, her silky cheek pressed against my neck. Of course the congratulatory hug turns me on, and that vision of us I had earlier reappears like an unwanted nightmare.
This woman will never allow me to sleep with her, and even if she did, I’m not cool with the idea of running into my one-night-only affair across the hall every day.
I lower her, and she tucks her hair behind her ears. There’s a slight blush on her cheeks now. Did that hug affect her like it did me?
“Way to go, Bella!” Annie high-fives her.
Enzo mumbles something, but I can see it on his face. He’s pissed. We don’t even have anything riding on this game. But he knows the best part is the bragging rights I’ll earn by beating him.
Bella and I do end up winning, but only by five pins.
