I leaned back onto Shane’s pillow, and when I inhaled his scent I felt heat build between my legs. My heart fluttered just imagining Shane’s mouth on my neck, just like he’d kissed me in the sportsplex.
He had this ability to be both ferocious and gentle at once, like he had this streak of wild in him that he knew he had to control.
Wild Man.
I giggled thinking of his old nickname.
As I slid a finger up my legs to my mound, I imagined it was his. Playing with my clit, my chest ached and I could feel the heat growing stronger in my core.
Forcing heavy breaths in and out, I closed my eyes and just let myself go, imagining what it would be like with him.
He’d play with my clit gently at first, pressing his finger into the perfect spot.
My hips tightened, and I bridged my hips upward.
What would he want to do?
He’d tease me, stop and watch me throb for a few moments, then he’d take off his boxers and kneel next to me, letting me slide a hand down his abs until it landed on the base of his cock.
Get inside me already, dammit.
I didn’t want to be a virgin in my fantasy. I wanted to be eager and comfortable with him and know what I was doing. I didn’t want him to think he had to go gentle, I wanted him to fuck me and take me just like he wanted.
I slid my panties partway down my legs, like a messy, rushed hookup. My head started to get light and a little dizzy. Exhaling a hard breath, I felt the excitement rushing all under my skin. I drove my shoulder blades into the blanket and lifted my hips up further.
Pressing harder with my finger into my clit, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I writhed and slid kicked my panties completely off and onto the floor.
How would he want to take me? I wondered.
Eyes. He’d want to see my eyes the first time.
Crooking a finger inside, I imagined the weight of his body pressed on top of me. I let out a soft moan and, when I imagined his clear blue eyes staring at me from one inch away, my orgasm ripped through me.
I came so hard my body convulsed, my limbs became spaghetti-like, and my mind turned to mush.
As I stared up at the ceiling in my post orgasmic haze, I felt dazed and confused. I’d never come that fast thinking of a man I knew, and certainly not of a man who I’d kissed.
My fantasies had been relegated to celebrities and romance novels before Shane.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps on the stairs and my insides flipped as I sat up.
Holy shit he cannot see me in here.
My heart beating like mad, I jumped up and pulled my skirt down. I could already hear his feet hitting the second to last step before the floor changed to shag carpet again. If I ran into the hall, he’d see me for sure, and would know I’d been snooping in his room.
So I did the logical thing. I grabbed my phone where I had set it on the nightstand, ran into his bathroom, jumped behind the shower curtain, and hid.
Two seconds later, I had the thought that I could have just closed the door to his bathroom and pretended mine was broken, or made up some lie.
It was too late for that now.
I heard him call my name in his room, then he walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, sniffing. “What the...? Why does it smell like sex in here?” I held my breath and didn’t make a sound.
I felt something like a punch in the gut when I remembered what I forgot to pick up before I dashed into his shower.
My panties.
13
Shane
THIS WAS the second practice in a row that she’d somehow managed to invade my sacred space, the hockey rink.
The first time had been my fault. I’d let myself keep flashing back to thoughts of how stunning she looked with her sandy blond hair done up, wearing short shorts and a tight tank top.
But this one was her fault.
Why did she feel entitled to tail me to practice? Why did she have to know every single damn move I made?
Not to mention the fact that I was beginning to think Natalie had a definite crazy streak. I tried to, but I couldn’t fully blame her for it. Apparently cheating assholes messed with people’s minds pretty bad. As someone who’d been cheated on in the past, I knew.
I parked in my garage, happy to be out of the snow with how thick the flakes were beginning to fall. They’d been saying this could be the worst storm this winter. I stomped my feet before I headed inside, and my mouth spread into a smile as I thought about Natalie wearing something sexy for me. Did she perhaps have a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit in that bag of tricks of hers?
At college, I had gotten pretty good at sizing girls up. I could just look at them and know if they were sexually experienced or not. It was in the eyes. It was in the walk. It was in the way they talked.
But above all, it was in the eyes.
With Natalie, though, I couldn’t tell if she was totally inexperienced, or a one-night stand veteran.
Tonight, I was going to find out.
We were getting snowed in by an act of God. Twenty-nine inches--if it came true--meant that tomorrow we wouldn’t even be able to drive anywhere. Hell, we’d be lucky to walk down the street. I would have to shovel just to get to the sidewalk. And with the way snow drifted, we might have three feet or more piled up at our doorstep.
I felt good that the snow would keep Jared and Bob at bay for at least a couple more nights. They talked a big game but were shit at follow through. Good, because I wanted no part in whatever silly revenge they were still thinking about. My mind was only on Natalie.
I’d blown my top at her in the sportsplex when I knew it was her following me all that way. That was totally unacceptable.
So I told her to wear something sexy. I would have my revenge on her tonight.
I was going kiss her until she turned to butter, then spank her naughty ass until it burned pink. Maybe then I would finally get through to her.
Ah, yes, this was going to be a fun experience for Florida.
Pushing the door open, I was a little surprised when I didn’t smell any chili heating, or see plates out with peanut butter and jelly.
I took the pot out of the refrigerator, turned the stove on the lowest setting before I glanced outside.
Her car was in front of the house. Had she gone for a walk?
A pit formed in my stomach, and I thought about what Jared and Bob had said today at work this morning.
We’re going to give her a little scare.
Aww, you getting soft, Shane?
The mine had been inoperable for a couple of years now, so it wouldn’t be hard to sneak in and do what we’d talk about.
I was all about pranks and practical jokes, but putting her in the mine where our parents died right after her dad died? That was morbid.
I knew I couldn’t lift a finger to hurt her. I’d showed my reluctance to go along with my friends today. They didn’t say it, but I could tell it was on the tip of their tongues. Benedict Arnold.
I should have known this day would come. Ever since I got back from college, there had been a growing chasm opening up between the three of us. I could feel this jealousy from them that I’d succeeded at hockey in college.
When I flashed back, I realized they hadn’t even seemed disappointed that I didn’t get my degree. They were happier to have me back, and introduce me to the new EDM scene they were getting into and tempt me with all of the drugs that went along with it, despite knowing I didn’t do any.