AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Eli- 19
“Hell no, Hotshot. Those points don’t count; you were traveling. My ball,” Quinn says, all out of breath.
“Was not. Don’t be a sore loser, Queenie.” I smile at her, knowing she won’t give up the fight.
“Whatever, keep the points. Just pass the ball to Q,” Sloan says from under the hoop, already over our shit.
“Mads, what's your call? Wasn’t he traveling?” Quinn eyes her where she's sitting on the front steps, pretending to pay attention. Her head is buried in a book, so I highly doubt she saw anything.
“Sorry, I missed it.”
“Ugh, fine.” Quinn takes the ball to the top of the key and stares me down. She checks the ball with more heat behind it, and I chuckle, knowing she will make me pay.
She licks her lips slowly as I approach her. The devilish gleam in her eyes is all the warning I get before Quinn starts dribbling with her back to me, trying to protect the ball as she inches toward the hoop. Her tight body is pressed firmly against mine, and I fight the urge to grab onto her hips. The last time she was this close to me, I found out what her lips tasted like. And I knew instantly that I needed to be careful around her. She’s too tempting. But that doesn’t mean I’ve been able to stop thinking about it.
Especially not right now.Fuck.The way her ass is bouncing against my sweats has me freezing in place. She feels so damn good rubbing on me, too good. If she keeps this up, I won't be able to hide the semi that’s already twitching behind my sweats.
As if knowing exactly what she’s doing to me, Quinn peeks over her shoulder with a smirk plastered across her face.
God, she’s beautiful.
It's not that I've never noticed it before. I'm not fucking blind. It's just that I chose to ignore it.
I hadn’t realized I stopped defending her until I hear Sloan’s cheering behind me. Spinning around, I find Quinn with a smug as fuck look on her face.
Wes comes up beside me, knocking into my shoulder as he passes. “Tied game... come on, man, if we lose and I don’t get one of Lo’s famous sundaes, it’s your damn fault.”
“It’s in the bag. Let’s do this.” I smile as I jog back to the net, settling next to Quinn.
“I see what you did there. Pretty clever, I must say,” I whisper into her ear, letting my lips gently graze her skin. Goosebumps erupt over her neck and collarbone, and I smile. She turns to meet my stare, her palm pressing into my stomach. Almost as if she’s warring with herself about whether she should pull me closer or push me away. A feeling I’m becoming familiar with.
I'm too lost in her green gaze to fully comprehend what’s happening. Q has distracted me again, leaving the court wide open for Sloan to slip by with a layup.
As Wes jogs up to me, I raise an eyebrow at him. “How the fuck did she steal the ball from you?”
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe the same way you didn’t even see her charging the net.” He smirks right back.
And with that, the conversation is over.Touché.
Thankfully, I don’t have too much time to dwell on anything when Sloan chimes in. “Can we be done now? I'm sure dinner is almost ready, and the sooner we eat, the sooner we can have dessert for Queenie’s birthday. Believe it or not, I’ll even make sundaes for you losers, although that wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Hell yeah!” Wes cheers, excited to eat whatever feast my mom cooked up for Quinn’s special day. Since Wes, Maddie, and I will be away for her eighteenth birthday, we decided to have a pre-birthday celebration while we’re all home for spring break.
Gauging everyone’s reactions, I think we’re all ready to end the game. “All right, let's head in,” I say, scooping the ball up under my arm to place it back in the garage.
Before the girls walk away, I grab Quinn by the arm, rubbing my thumb along its smooth skin, and whisper, “I have something for you. Come see me later when sleepyhead passes out.”
There’s a spark of something in her eyes, and I stop myself from grabbing her and pulling her closer to me.
It's your best fucking friend, Eli. Stop thinking with your dick.
* * *
After a big family meal,and by family, I mean all our families… The Bartons, the Kings, and the Turners, we played a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity. Let me tell you, that game was fucking hysterical. I don’t think we’ve all laughed so much as a group in years. It also gave us all a front-row seat to our parents’ warped sense of humor. I think my dad may be the worst of them all. No real surprise there.
After we wrapped up the game, the girls stayed upstairs, and I went to shower. Fresh and clean, I head downstairs to put on a movie. Anxiously awaiting Quinn’s arrival.
The light click of my door closing alerts me to her presence, then I hear her footfalls sound down the staircase.
