The Good Intentions

Chapter 22 - Kaden

Kaden

I can't say a single word. I can't even wrap my brain around the words that just came out of her mouth. Meanwhile, my mouth is hanging wide open.

"Kiss me," she murmurs again.

I heard her the first time. Her saying those two words again, well let's just say some pretty inappropriate things are happening below the waistband of my shorts. And the fact that her t-shirt is soaking wet, clinging to her torso, giving me a nice view of how round her breasts are, isn't helping.

Fuck. How am I supposed to control myself?

She's Coaches daughter. Did I want something like this to happen? Probably. Subconsciously. But I would have never acted on these impulses that I'm feeling. But hearing her say those words, demanding it, how can I resist?

I think I know Bethany. We've spent a lot of time together. It's never gone past a certain point. And I know when she's unsure of something. But this, right now, she wants this. Even as I stand here like a fucking idiot, she's not taking it back.

Her plump lips part slightly like she's about to say something. But I cut her off. Not allowing her the chance to take back her request.

"I heard you," I manage to murmur out.

She takes a step back, her legs brushing against my bike and I step forward, not taking my eyes off of hers.

"You want me to do this?" I ask, but I'm already reaching for her.

She nods. "I need to know."

My hips brush against hers and a shallow gasp staggers out of her throat. But before she can complete the single breath, my lips barely graze her and all goes silent. A stillness washes over us and we both freeze. Uncertain of our next move. The kiss dangling in front of us like a bone in front of a starving dog. We want this. But how do I proceed? I pictured myself slamming my lips into hers, letting my hands explore every inch and curve of her body. But now, I can't. I don't want fast and out of control.

Her breath tickles my lips.

The feeling makes my eyes roll back behind closed lids and a growl trembles in my throat.

No. Not fast. Not ravenous. I want to feel her. All of her. Every heated breath from her lips. I fucking need it.

I reach up, entangling my fingers in her hair. Another gasp. God damn what is happening to me. My dick strains against my pants and I haven't even made contact with her lips yet. It's been a long time, so I guess this is expected. Being this close to any girl right now would do this to me, I'm sure of it.

Without a thought, I press my lips to hers, softly, barely, practically giving her a chance to back out. But she doesn't. Moistened lips press deeper against mine as she takes over control and I let her.

My entire body relaxes as she works her mouth against mine. Her hands find my waist and rest loosely against my hips, though gripping my skin tighter with each passing second. Heat slithers down to my groin at the feeling of her skin digging into mine. And, oh fuck, as her tongue brushes across my bottom lip.

I can't take this anymore. I might crumble. I take back control. Nudging her with my hips, she steps back and knocks into my bike again. I deepen the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip, getting reassured with a sweet delicate moan. Warmth fills my chest and my hands slide down the sides of her body, grabbing her hips, pulling her against me, right where I need her to release all of my tension.

Her breathing picks up.

What is she feeling? This is just supposed to be a kiss, but shit, this is about to be more. I can't control myself. It is killing me not to reach between us and feel how wet she is right now.

But then she kisses me with more force, more hunger. She's pulling on my shirt like she wants to take it off.

I could fuck her. Right here. Right now. I want to fuck her. Right here. Right now.

But I can't. If I know her like I think I do, there's a voice in the back of her mind yelling at her, begging her to stop even when her body is so clearly saying otherwise.

"We—" I choke out, her lips still on mine, pulling all the air from my lungs. "We should stop."

Our lips part and my forehead rests against hers. I can finally hear the sound of my rampant heartbeat over my once deafening thoughts. What the hell is wrong with me? I would have never had an issue ripping a girl's clothes off and getting down to business. I never used to be so wrapped up in my own head.

I open my eyes as I realize they're still closed and look down at her. Big mistake. Her nipples are peaked under her shirt. It takes everything in me to not reach up and brush it with my thumb. To hear the sweet noise she would make at the sensation.

I've been with virgins before. It's always an... experience. Most of the time for me, it hasn't been great. Mainly because I was always selfish. Never really took the time to give them what they want.

But something about her. I want to know what makes her toes curl. Her cheeks flush. God damn. Just the thought of her, of Bethany, is making my dick hard again.

"I'm sorry," she says breathlessly.

I spin on my heels so my back is towards her. Fuck, just the sound of her voice. I hate this. I hate what she's doing to me. I need to get over this. This temporary feeling. The feeling that I haven't had sex in a very long time and I'm probably just jumping at any opportunity within reach.

Just shake it off, dude.

We are friends. Kind of. I'm the kind of friend that is helping her get with another guy. Shit. That's all this was. Helping her out so she can get with Wilson. Teddy fucking Wilson. Yeah, he's an okay guy. But is he worthy of her?

I turn back around and she's fumbling with one of my helmets. She glances at me and when we make eye contact, red rises to her cheeks and she looks down at the helmet in her hands again.

No fucking way.

But what am I supposed to do about it?

"We should go," she murmurs out, words not steady at all. She swings a leg over my bike and adjusts the helmet on her head.

For a moment, some relief is given back to me while not being able to see her face. I suck in a breath, holding it in my chest, willing it to take away my remaining arousal. A fable task because as soon as I get on my bike and her arms wrap around me, her body pressed against mine, I'm instantly turned on again.

Clearly, there's nothing I can do about the Teddy situation. She wants him. I decided to help her. I fucked myself big time. I just need a distraction.

Bethany has definitely been a good distraction away from baseball, my dad, hell, even Coach. But now, I need a distraction from my distraction. This is so messed up and I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

The easy thing, for my sanity, would be to back out of this whole arrangement. But then I don't get her at all. And that might hurt worse than seeing her try to be with someone else.

"Ready?" she calls to me, words muffled by the helmet shielding her face.

I grit my teeth, clench my eyes as that single word rips through me, and try to gain some self-control. My breath rattles out of my throat as I start my motorcycle and drive us home in complete silence.