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“Did you get what you want, so now you’re not interested?” I narrowed my eyes at him. The look that flashed across his face as he reached back to rub his neck told me I’d hit the nail on the head. “You know, if you’d just wanted a quick fuck, you should have just said so. We could have both saved ourselves some time.”
He had the good sense to look embarrassed. “I thought you’d like a little…romance, first.”
“So, you did only take me out so you could sleep with me?” I crossed my arms over my chest, pushing my breasts up in my little pink cami. As I thought they would, his eyes darted to mycleavage so I could suck my teeth in annoyance and divert his attention back to my face.
“Oh, come on Elle.” Some of his contrition fading away. “You’ve slept with half the rugby team, I kind of just wanted to see what the fuss was about!”
My cheeks flushed and my rage simmered. “Eurgh. Get out!” He went to protest but I swung my bedroom door open and gestured for him to leave, my face telling him I wasn’t interested in whatever he was planning to say.
He hung his head and shook it before leaving, passing Lance on the stairs, nearly knocking him over. I grabbed his wallet from my dresser, the original reason he’d come over, and threw it at him, hitting him square in the back of the head.
“Ah, fuck.” He nearly fell down the final step but managed to correct himself and turned to throw an unimpressed look back at me.
Lance looked highly amused as he reached the landing to the sound of the front door slamming. He smirked at me. “Everything okay?”
“Do you think I’m a slut?”
All humour fell from his face and was replaced by rage. “Is that…?” He pointed after Steve. “Did he…?” He turned to head back downstairs in hot pursuit, but I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
When he was stood in front of me once more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rose to the balls of my feet in an attempt to level with him. “As hot as I find it when you try and defend my honour, it’s not worth it.”
Lance’s warm hands stroked up and down my back in gentle caresses and I stepped closer to press my body against his. “Are you okay?” He asked gently.
I huffed out a laugh. “I’m fine, I didn’t want to go out with him in the first place. Just wish stupid boys could just be honest about what they want in the first place.”
“If they did, they wouldn’t be so stupid, huh?” He smiled in amusement while I grinned back.
“Hey, how many guys in a rugby team?”
He jerked his head back in surprise at my sudden, seemingly random, question. “Er, fifteen? I think it’s fifteen…why?”
Huh. Okay, so notquitehalf. “No reason. Please tell me you don’t have plans tonight, or if you do, I can crash them?”
He chuckled. “No plans, I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” I wriggled slightly to push my breasts further into his chest and he raised his eyebrow.
“We could go annoy Hayden at the bar?” He suggested, and I lit up with excitement.
“That sounds perfect. You always know how to cheer me up.” I glanced at his lips while biting my own, shamelessly flirting. Lance wanted me, he didn’t try to hide it and I wanted him, unabashed. There was an unspoken rule that we did not push our relationship beyond friendship. Hayden had been right, as much as I wanted it, the risk of ruining what the four of us had was too high. In our time together, we had become close. Closer than I’d considered any friends before, they were my family, and I couldn’t lose what I’d come here to find.
Lance and I teetered on the edge of flirtatious often, but I liked to push it; I liked his unfettered reactions. The flare of his pupils and the tick in his jaw did funny things to my lady parts. It was probably unfair, I should have probably backed off, but I was selfish and I wanted to feel good about myself, something Lance never failed to do.
“You’d still want me after the first date, wouldn’t you, Lance?” I pouted and batted my lashes.
He let out a low growl and slid one hand into my hair, gripping tightly and tugging so I was looking up at him. His hips pressed into mine and I could feel the growing hardness between us. Lance bowed his head until we were a centimetre apart. “How many times have we eaten together? Watched a movie? Grabbed a coffee? I’ve already stuck around after manydates, sweetheart.” He moved his lips to my ear, skimming his nose against my cheek on the way. “I know your game, Elle. But I don’t think you realise you’re not the only player.” He nipped my lobe, and I gasped as the pinch sent shockwaves all the way down to my pussy. He smelt of expensive cologne and his hard warmth surrounded me in a vice-like embrace. “You keep pushing, sweetheart and so will I. But one day, one of us is going to snap. When that happens, we will come together, and it will be fucking beautiful. And if you think for just one second that Iwould be satisfied having you once, you have another think coming. I will lock you away if I have to, I’ll keep you in my bed until your bones are jelly and you forget any other name but mine, including your own.”
“Lance,” I breathed his name, it was a plea but I couldn’t say exactly what for.
“But,” he continued, “that’s not tonight.” He kissed my neck and pulled back just as the front door opened and Brent walked in, coming straight up the stairs to where we stood on the landing. Lance stood back as casual as you like, slipping his hands in his pockets and offering his cousin a bright smile, like he hadn’t just made earth shattering promises.
“What’s going on?” Brent asked. He was in his gym clothes; a loose tank and board shorts. All of his exposed inked skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat and his face flushed from exertion. I always enjoyed taking my fill when he got back from the gym, the tank top that does nothing to hide his chest, allows me to see the tattoos covering every inch of him. They seem to disappear under his shorts but he doesn’t have any on his legs, so I often try to imagine exactly where they stop. His arms are sleeved in ink and each knuckle adorned too, some Celtic looking design snakes up his neck and so many times I’ve wanted to trace the lines…with my tongue. Right now, he looked like a warrior. Brent, scantily-clad and sweaty, was a favourite for the wank-bank.
“We’re heading to Hayden’s, you coming?” Lance offered.
“Obviously,” Brent grunted, as though he was the life and soul of the party. As far as I could tell, he hated being out, he hardly drank, and he loathed people. Why he insisted on coming with us each time, was beyond me. Maybe he really didn’t like being left out? “Just give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”
“Whoah, whoah, whoah,” I protested. “First off, it’s seven-thirty, don’t get too eager. Secondly, I need at least an hour to get ready.”
