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“We’ll call it a tie.”
His hand slides down to my hip, thumb tracing the line of my shorts. I still, absorbing the thrill of his touch. “Sure. It’s not like I was ahead or anything.”
“Don’t be a sore winner.”
“I thought we tied?”
I start moving my hips again, a soft gasp leaving my mouth when I’m rewarded by his reaction.
“Cassia.” His other hand lands on my hip, caging me in place. “Are you okay?”
“Move your hands lower, and I’ll be amazing.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
His chin brushes the top of my head as he looks around the empty court. “What do you want me to do? Fuck you on the ground?”
“I have my car.”
There’s a pause before he replies. “Car sex, huh? I don’t know if I should be flattered or concerned that you’re so desperate for my dick.”
“You get drunk and fight people when you’re upset about something. I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t do that anymore.”
“Please, Holden.”
I don’t want to talk about my parents. I can’t talk about Sydney. Instead of thinking or worrying or feeling sad, I want an escape. And nothing—no one—has ever distracted me the way Holden Adams does.
“Okay.” He releases all of me except for my hand and leads me over to the bleachers, snagging our two shirts and my phone and keys before we continue to my car.
He tosses everything he’s holding into the front seat and then opens the door behind it and nods to the backseat. “Get in.”
I crawl in, expecting him to follow. But he only leans in, his hand landing on my thigh and pulling me back toward him. I reach for his shorts and he shakes his head. “This is about you.”
Like I’m going to argue with that.
He tugs my shorts and underwear down. Tosses them into the front seat, leaving me wearing just a sports bra and socks. Not exactly a sexy outfit, but the heat in Holden’s gaze makes me feel like it is.
We’ve fooled around in Holden’s truck a few times before, but never in my car. I’m not sure I’ll be able to drive this sedan again without picturing this scene playing out in the back seat.
His fingers find the sensitive spot between my legs, his touch light and teasing.
I shift closer, trying to force more contact.
“You’re so wet,” he tells me, watching his fingers tease me.
“You took your shirt off.”
Holden chuckles. “Thought that wasn’t distracting.”
“I lied,” I breathe.
“Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you started rubbing all over me.”
A low buzzing begins by my ear. I swat toward the sound. “Mosquitoes found us.”
