Smokin' Hot

Chapter 6: You Can Bake Cookies On Him

“Oh my god” was all Brittany managed to get out once I explained to her in full detail all the events of the night before.

We were sitting in her car with the top closed because I didn’t really want to have this conversation in my room. Ben’s room is right across the hall, and if he tried, he’d easily be able to spy on our conversation.

“I know! Seriously Britt, this is NOT good. What the hell do I do now?”

“Well, he’s your neighbor and Ben’s best friend so there’s no avoiding him. Stay on your toes. DON’T fall for his charm, and above all else, DO NOT KISS HIM!”

“Yeah I know…last night was a close one”

“Cause your boyfriend is like, Dylan Johnson. DYLAN FREAKING JOHNSON, JENNY! If word gets out that you cheated on Dylan with Matt, you’re so screwed, and Matt wins…that is, if he’s actually out for revenge like you claim.”

“You’re right, but like have you seen him? He’s a fucking stud!”

“Ooh, I know what you mean…” she trailed off staring past me out the passenger window as if in a trance.

Confused, I turned to look at what she was staring at, and sure enough, out walks Ben and Matt, basketball in hand, and both shirtless. Oh great.

“I’m in Calvin Klein catalogue heaven” she sighed.

“Ew, Britt. My brother is one of the underwear models you’re drooling over”

“Huh…well I guess little Benny isn’t so little anymore” she smirked and stepped out of the car. Um EW! I tried to erase those words from my mind as I climbed out of the car and followed her across our driveway to the house.

“H-hi Brittany!” Ben called out and waved. I always knew he had a little crush on Brittany, but we all knew he didn’t have a chance.

I mean, Britt is the head cheerleader, and basically the queen of the Populars. Ben was just a soccer goalie. He hung out with the C-list jocks.

Since football was our best sport, all the other sports like soccer, basketball, tennis, etc. didn’t really get much attention, and those jocks weren’t idolized like the football players were.

Not to mention the fact that Ben was a whole year younger than Britt, and she had a boyfriend. Sorry Benny boy, but you don’t stand a chance.

“Hey Ben” she smiled and did that little finger-wiggle wave she does when she’s trying to be flirty. Oh my god Britt, you’re such a tease I thought and suppressed a chuckle.

“Hi Jen, Brittany” Matt nodded to each of us with the basketball resting comfortably between his incredibly perfect bicep and chest. GOD I wish I were that basketball right now…NO! Quit thinking like that Jennifer Taylor.

You are NOT going to fall for his charm and perfectly sculpted body.

“Hey…Matthew, right?” Britt took over because she knew I wouldn’t be able to stay sane if I had another conversation with him so soon…and so shirtless.

“Yeah wow, you remembered?”

“Of course, but you sure have changed” she glanced over at me. Jeez Britt, could you be any more obvious?

Matt chuckled, “yeah I guess so…so are you girls up for a little two-on-two?” he asked spinning the basketball on his finger as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

I shot a terrified, pleading look to Brittany. No way was I about to play a game of basketball with them! Not only because I’m completely terrible at all sports (unless you count cheerleading as a sport), but also because it would involve playing a high-contact game with an amazingly hot, gorgeous, dangerous, forbidden, but totally irresistible Matt.

“Nah, it’s okay. Besides, we have to go get the cookie dough, right Jen?”

“Y-yeah the c-cookie dough,” I stuttered. Dammit! Why does this boy make me so god damn tongue-tied!?!

“Bye boys!” she called over her shoulder as she linked arms with me and flounced off into the house.

“Bye Brittany!” I heard my brother call out desperately. Ha! Kid’s got it bad…

“Wait, cookie dough, Britt?”

“Yeah! How are we going to bake cookies on those smokin’ hot abs if we don’t have cookie dough!” she joked.

We both burst out laughing and continued into the house. “But seriously, I’m starving…can we really make those cookies?”

“Hell yeah we will!”

Thirty minutes and an incredibly messy kitchen later, our cookies were done. I giggled as Britt and I sat on my kitchen counter covered in flour, sugar, butter, and lord knows what else, licking cookie dough off our spoons (yes, we used two spoons, because it got too tiring fighting over who would get to lick it).

“If coach saw us now, she would definitely have an aneurism” I laughed.

“Hey now, I’m the captain, and if I decide to eat a spoonful of cookie dough, no one’s going to stop me!” she smiled waving her spoon in my face and flinging dough on me.

After we were done laughing our heads off and licking everything clean, we were still covered in food.

“Okay, I’m so over feeling gross, let’s go change” I announced.

“I second that!”

“So, what do you want to do for our last afternoon of the summer?” Britt asked while we were up in my bathroom washing the flour and sugar off our faces and arms.

“Aw man Britt! Don’t remind me we have school tomorrow!”

“Yeah but we’ll be SENIORS! Aren’t you at least a little excited?”

“Oh totally…it’s just…this whole Matt thing. I don’t know what’s going to happen when Dylan finds out he’s back you know?”

“Well here’s what you do. If Matt tries anything fishy, beat him at his own game. Tease him right back. Whatever you do…don’t give in.”

“Alright”

“But let’s not think about that now. Let’s just enjoy what little summer we have left. How about we go work on our tans!”

“Britt, it’s like you read my mind.” I said and we changed into our swimsuits and headed out to my pool.

When we got out to the pool, the boys were already there, eating our cookies! What the hell!

“Oh yeah sure, you can ABSOLUTELY have our cookies that we worked so hard to make.” Britt spat sarcastically.

“Thanks” Matt smirked and took a bite of one, while Ben stood there, cookie in hand, looking guilty as ever.

“Um, is it alright Britt?” he asked. God that kid was so whipped, and he wasn’t even going out with her.

“Sure, thank you for asking politely Ben” she smiled at him, then glared at Matt who was still smirking at me with an eyebrow raised as if he was taunting me, teasing: what are you gonna do about it?

Ugh that just made me angrier! I thought back to what Britt said, Beat him at his own game…tease him right back…so I marched right up to him with a determined look in my eyes, and an amused look in his.

I reached for the bitten cookie in his hand but he just lifted it out of my reach. Now I was really mad, but I wasn’t about to give up. I relaxed my face and looked up at him through my eyelashes (something the flirt sensei, Britt taught me a long time ago) I stood on my tip-toes and grabbed his shoulder for support.

I leaned up to his ear and whispered, “Hey Matt, you have something on your mouth” then I slowly and seductively licked the crumbs off the corner of his lips. Yummmmm chocolate chip!

My hand still on his shoulder, I felt him tense up, then relax, and just as he was brining his hand back down, I jumped up and snatched the cookie right out of his hands and ran to the other side of the pool with Britt, laughing evilly.

After a while, the boys got bored of hanging around us because all we were doing was tanning and chatting with each other, so they left probably to go upstairs to Ben’s room and play video games.