Sidelined: The QB and Me

Bonus chapter • Dray 4

This is from California during the truth or dare game.

D R A Y S • P O V

"Truth or dare cheer pear?"

"Truth."

I'm not surprised but I'm marginally disappointed. I'd decided that I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed to kiss Cheer. I needed to feel those soft lips against mine. When I had her trapped against the counter top, her gorgeous face hovering not a few inches from mine, I knew exactly how I could make it happen, because I wasn't ready to come right out and tell her what I wanted. She still hadn't shown me that she wanted me back and until then, I'd play it safe.

She's obviously chosen truth because she assumes I'd dare her too do something wild and outrageous but the truth is, I'm just going to be childish as hell and get her to lay those lips straight on me.

"Playing it safe huh?" I chuckle at the little shrug in her shoulders. I can still work this to my advantage.

"Okay.. what's your sexual weakness. What turns you on more than anything else?"

She rolls her eyes looking lightly amused but it doesn't take her long to take a deep breath and begin to answer. Damn I admire the way that she just takes the situation and rolls with it.

"Well"- she turns her gaze to the piece of thread that's unraveling from the bed spread -"I like being kissed with passion. Like, push me against the wall, hold my neck, tangle your hands in my hair and crush me kind of kissing. I also kind of love having my hair pulled during the actual sex."

Shit.

Holy shit.

Now all I can think about is gripping those blonde locks between my hands. Throwing her against the wall and kissing her like she's never been kissed before. Her long lashes flitter when she glances up and meets me with a small grin and I become all to aware of the hard on that I'm now sporting.

The heat behind her gaze makes it worse. She doesn't break contact, she just stares with those gorgeous dark orbs while my mind continues to picture her in various different positions that would drive her so damn wild.

"Y-yeah. Sounds good." I clear my throat and shift, wanting to stop the blood that rushes to my favourite appendage. "Okay, your turn."

I don't want her to realise that I'm struggling, so I adopt a lazy grin and gesture for her to go ahead and hit me with it. She'd nailed the first dare. Getting me to call reception and request a blow up doll. That was clever. I'd hate to think what else she could come up with.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

That seems to surprise her so she takes a moment or two to think of something. But I feel a little drop in my stomach when her glance meets my sleeve tattoo.

"What's the tattoos meaning?"

Well.. I'm no longer aroused so that's a bonus.

"It's just a tattoo." I lie. "It doesn't have any meaning."

"Really?" She glares with obvious skepticism. "It means nothing? It's just something you liked so you got it tattooed on your skin forever."