Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Forty-Five

    "Are you ready?"

    "Are you ready?" Mia tilted her chin up.

    Drake chuckled and leaned across the table so he could set the puck in the middle. Steady streams of air blew up from the tiny holes on the surface of the table, causing the puck to shift slightly across the line. "You remember the rules?" he asked her.

    "Yeah, I got it."

    He was the first to score. He cleared his throat loudly and looked expectantly at her.

    She pouted her lips and looked down at her outfit. She kicked her shoes off and set them aside.

    "Are you sure you don't want to take your t-shirt off first?" he asked. "Taking off your shoes first...isn't that too predictable?"

    She rolled her eyes and smiled. They went at it again, sliding their pieces across the table, defending their goals. She was the next to score a point. She placed a hand on her hip. She lifted her air hockey piece and dramatically blew on it. "That's how it's done, in case you didn't know."

    "All right, I see you." He looked down at himself. "I'm not taking off my Timbs first. That's weak shit. Predictable shit. People always take their shoes off first. So um, let me see..." He grabbed the bottom of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He tossed it on the back of one of the bar stools several feet away.

    She stared at his chest and abdomen.

    They started playing again. Their skillset was pretty evenly matched. One of them would score, then the other would score. After removing her shoes, her socks came off, which he gave her grief for. After his shirt came off, he finally decided to take off his Timbs. She scored again, and he'd taken his socks off, just to spite her. He scored, and she'd removed her fitted t-shirt. He scored again and she'd taken her jeans off. Before starting to play again right away, he had stared at her. For quite some time. When he finally lifted his eyes back to her face, lust was in his eyes. He dragged his tongue across his lips. Borrowing a page from his playbook, she'd cleared her throat loudly.

    He started to really bring his A game. "Men are always at a disadvantage in these games," he told her. "Women wear so many articles of clothing, it's ridiculous." The only clothing left on his body were his boxer briefs, so he played like his life depended on it. And he continued to score.

    She had to take her bra off, which he enjoyed. He didn't bother trying to hide his enjoyment. Then it was do or die. She only had her panties on, and he had his boxer briefs on.

    "You haven't talked shit in awhile," he observed. "Are you okay?"

    "Shut up and play," she told him.

    He laughed and leaned forward.

    With razor quick reflexes, she made the final shot.

    He ran a hand over his head with his brows raised.

    She gave him a satisfied smirk.

    He kept his eyes on her while he walked around the air hockey table. He lifted his hands to the waistband of his boxers as he came to stand in front of her.

    The smirk was wiped from her face as she watched him pull the boxer briefs down his legs.

    He tossed them aside and stood before her. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.

    She stepped back against the air hockey table and grabbed onto the edge of it.

    He lowered his eyes to her breasts, reached out, and cupped one in his hand.

    She gasped and tightened her grip on the air hockey table.

    He took a long look at the air hockey table. "I don't know how sturdy this is," he muttered, pushing at it with his free hand. He moved both of his hands to her waist, lifted her up, and carried her over to the pool table. He sat her on the edge of it and stood in between her legs. Placed his hands on either side of her, leaned forward and kissed her.

    She grabbed onto his upper arms while they kissed. Then, she wrapped her legs around him and lost herself in the passionate depths of his eyes.

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    "There's something about you," Drake said later on, lying beside her with a hand resting behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling while he talked. "I'm supposed to be good with words, but I can't find the words to explain it."

    "'It's like I've been holding my breath for two full minutes and you're that breath of fresh air,'" she said softly, blinking her eyes slowly. Sleepily. She was stretched out on her side beside him, dreamily studying his profile while trying not to fall asleep. Sheets clutched to her chest, briefly wondering why she even bothered with decency anymore when he'd seen her at her most indecent.

    He turned his head and looked at her. "Did you just come up with that?"

    She smiled with her eyes closed. "It's my favorite line that I ever wrote," she said before falling asleep.

    He watched her sleeping for a few moments, repeating her words in his head. Then he touched the side of her face with one hand, leaned over, and kissed her on her forehead. He pulled the covers up over them and wrapped an arm around her, positioning his face in front of hers. "You are truly a talented writer," he said before yawning and falling asleep himself.