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Story: Deadly Games
“No,” I breathe. “I’ll talk to Logan and ask him to tone it down. I don’t want to lose you. I also don’t want to be the cause of you two not getting along when you’re playing footy.”
He smiles softly, surveying my expression for a few seconds. He must see the sincerity in my gaze because the next thing I know, he reaches out, pulling me down on his lap and kissing me breathless. I fall happily into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“We’ll be fine, Will. Don’t worry about football. We’re lads. We’ll get over it soon enough. But he does need to learn you’re with me and not him.”
“I promise to talk to him,” I assure him. I lean up on my toes, my lips hovering over his. “I’m so sorry for making you so mad.”
He meets my gaze for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I wasn’t mad at you. I’m mad at myself, but mostly mad at Logan. I came here to make it up to you, only to find him looking cosy on the sofa with my girl. It looked like a double date with him bringing his friend along too,” he adds, his hands tightening at my waist.
Not wanting him to get riled up again, I lean in and kiss him, hopefully making him forget. “Is this really about the bro code?” I tease, remembering how much he believes in ‘the code’. His mate tried it on with me once when Alec and I first started seeing each other. Alec, bless his heart, got so mad at his friend, ranting and raving about ‘the bro code’ like it was the Bible. It then turned into him telling me all about the bro code. It was an eventful night.
Remembering the same night I am, he tickles my ribs hard. Laughing and squirming, I try to get away from his hands, but he doesn’t let up.
“Stop! Stop!” I beg, laughing harder.
“Shush, before your scary-arse neighbours kick the door in,” he scolds playfully, making me laugh even harder. He waggles his eyebrows. “Come on, we’ve got a bed to christen.”
Romantic. I scoff.
“The sofa needs christening too,” I mention suggestively, running my finger up his arm.
“That will do,” he chuckles, capturing my mouth with his. He lifts me up, his hands palming my arse as he carries me over to the sofa, not breaking the kiss once.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, I wake up in a cheerful mood despite my lack of sleep and the events of last night.
Alec didn’t leave until half two this morning. He begged and pleaded with me to let him stay over, but I denied him, not ready for a sleepover. Next, he’ll want to leave a bag of things, then move a few more bits in, and before I would know it, he’d be living with me. I wouldn’t even know how it happened. I don’t want that. I’m too young, for starters. Plus, we just moved in. I want my space to bemyspace, notourspace.
I care deeply for Alec, don’t get me wrong, but I’m notin lovewith him. Not yet anyway. I thought I would be by now, especially after six months of being together, but if I’m honest with myself, I don’t think that connection will ever be there between us. Not for me anyway. I love the comfort of being with him, the relationship, and feeling wanted.
Humming some tune I heard Allie listening to whilst she was getting ready this morning, I make my way into the kitchen, where she’s busy making egg on toast.
“Morning,” I sing cheerfully, kissing her on the cheek before moving past her and pulling myself up on the side. Once there, I notice Allie’s steaming cup of coffee and nab it, taking a sip and sighing with appreciation.
“Hey, that’s mine,” she snaps, prying the cup out of my hands. Pouting, I reluctantly let go. She grunts and moves the cup across the kitchen, away from me. It isn’t until she pours me my own cup that I let it go.
“What has you in such a good mood? After last night, I would have thought you’d be on a crusade this morning,” she challenges.
“Alec and I made up last night.” I smile, not giving her any details. Not that I think Allie would want to hear that we had sex last night. But that’s not what has me so bouncy this morning. It’s because for the first time, I didn’t have to fake my orgasm during oral sex. I’ve never had one that wasn’t self-induced. I’m pretty sure orgasms during sex are a myth.
“Do I want to know?” she observes, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I laugh, throwing my head back, enjoying her adorable discomfort. “Probably not,” I confirm, taking the plate of food she hands me. With my food and coffee in hand, I follow her into the front room, grinning when she heads for the sofa. “I wouldn’t sit there if I were you,” I tease.
She scrunches her nose up in disgust, her face now bright red. “Willow,” she yells. “Really?”
She moves me out of the way with her hip, taking a seat in the armchair, eyes narrowed on me. “I have to sit on there, Willow. Did you really need todo itthere?”
“Bit of a good job that I thought of that before things got too heated. I moved us to the floor on my blanket.” I wink, snorting at her expression.
For nineteen, Allie is so naive and inexperienced. Not in a bad way. She just needs to live a little more. I’m hoping life at the university, away from her dad’s watchful eye, will help her come out of her shell. Even though she’s outgoing, funny, and loud when it’s just me and her, she’s the total opposite around other people. There are times, like now, when she closes up, showing how unworldly she really is, but then there are times when she’ll joke around, not caring how silly she looks or sounds. I wish she’d be that girl all the time. I love all sides to her. I just think she’d have more confidence making friends if she was herself more often.
“Thanks for thinking of me during sex,” she says dryly, causing me to giggle. “Where are you going first about a job?” she asks, looking down at her plate, hiding her face with her hair.
“Since the library has already declined my application, I guess cafes and bars.” I shrug. “I’ll need something with flexible hours though. I’m worried that will stop managers from hiring me. They’re going to want someone who is free to work whenever.”
“Surely they’re used to hiring students though. The university is huge; some parts are like twenty minutes down the road. I wouldn’t worry about it. We’re okay for money at the moment anyhow.”
He smiles softly, surveying my expression for a few seconds. He must see the sincerity in my gaze because the next thing I know, he reaches out, pulling me down on his lap and kissing me breathless. I fall happily into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“We’ll be fine, Will. Don’t worry about football. We’re lads. We’ll get over it soon enough. But he does need to learn you’re with me and not him.”
“I promise to talk to him,” I assure him. I lean up on my toes, my lips hovering over his. “I’m so sorry for making you so mad.”
He meets my gaze for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I wasn’t mad at you. I’m mad at myself, but mostly mad at Logan. I came here to make it up to you, only to find him looking cosy on the sofa with my girl. It looked like a double date with him bringing his friend along too,” he adds, his hands tightening at my waist.
Not wanting him to get riled up again, I lean in and kiss him, hopefully making him forget. “Is this really about the bro code?” I tease, remembering how much he believes in ‘the code’. His mate tried it on with me once when Alec and I first started seeing each other. Alec, bless his heart, got so mad at his friend, ranting and raving about ‘the bro code’ like it was the Bible. It then turned into him telling me all about the bro code. It was an eventful night.
Remembering the same night I am, he tickles my ribs hard. Laughing and squirming, I try to get away from his hands, but he doesn’t let up.
“Stop! Stop!” I beg, laughing harder.
“Shush, before your scary-arse neighbours kick the door in,” he scolds playfully, making me laugh even harder. He waggles his eyebrows. “Come on, we’ve got a bed to christen.”
Romantic. I scoff.
“The sofa needs christening too,” I mention suggestively, running my finger up his arm.
“That will do,” he chuckles, capturing my mouth with his. He lifts me up, his hands palming my arse as he carries me over to the sofa, not breaking the kiss once.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, I wake up in a cheerful mood despite my lack of sleep and the events of last night.
Alec didn’t leave until half two this morning. He begged and pleaded with me to let him stay over, but I denied him, not ready for a sleepover. Next, he’ll want to leave a bag of things, then move a few more bits in, and before I would know it, he’d be living with me. I wouldn’t even know how it happened. I don’t want that. I’m too young, for starters. Plus, we just moved in. I want my space to bemyspace, notourspace.
I care deeply for Alec, don’t get me wrong, but I’m notin lovewith him. Not yet anyway. I thought I would be by now, especially after six months of being together, but if I’m honest with myself, I don’t think that connection will ever be there between us. Not for me anyway. I love the comfort of being with him, the relationship, and feeling wanted.
Humming some tune I heard Allie listening to whilst she was getting ready this morning, I make my way into the kitchen, where she’s busy making egg on toast.
“Morning,” I sing cheerfully, kissing her on the cheek before moving past her and pulling myself up on the side. Once there, I notice Allie’s steaming cup of coffee and nab it, taking a sip and sighing with appreciation.
“Hey, that’s mine,” she snaps, prying the cup out of my hands. Pouting, I reluctantly let go. She grunts and moves the cup across the kitchen, away from me. It isn’t until she pours me my own cup that I let it go.
“What has you in such a good mood? After last night, I would have thought you’d be on a crusade this morning,” she challenges.
“Alec and I made up last night.” I smile, not giving her any details. Not that I think Allie would want to hear that we had sex last night. But that’s not what has me so bouncy this morning. It’s because for the first time, I didn’t have to fake my orgasm during oral sex. I’ve never had one that wasn’t self-induced. I’m pretty sure orgasms during sex are a myth.
“Do I want to know?” she observes, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I laugh, throwing my head back, enjoying her adorable discomfort. “Probably not,” I confirm, taking the plate of food she hands me. With my food and coffee in hand, I follow her into the front room, grinning when she heads for the sofa. “I wouldn’t sit there if I were you,” I tease.
She scrunches her nose up in disgust, her face now bright red. “Willow,” she yells. “Really?”
She moves me out of the way with her hip, taking a seat in the armchair, eyes narrowed on me. “I have to sit on there, Willow. Did you really need todo itthere?”
“Bit of a good job that I thought of that before things got too heated. I moved us to the floor on my blanket.” I wink, snorting at her expression.
For nineteen, Allie is so naive and inexperienced. Not in a bad way. She just needs to live a little more. I’m hoping life at the university, away from her dad’s watchful eye, will help her come out of her shell. Even though she’s outgoing, funny, and loud when it’s just me and her, she’s the total opposite around other people. There are times, like now, when she closes up, showing how unworldly she really is, but then there are times when she’ll joke around, not caring how silly she looks or sounds. I wish she’d be that girl all the time. I love all sides to her. I just think she’d have more confidence making friends if she was herself more often.
“Thanks for thinking of me during sex,” she says dryly, causing me to giggle. “Where are you going first about a job?” she asks, looking down at her plate, hiding her face with her hair.
“Since the library has already declined my application, I guess cafes and bars.” I shrug. “I’ll need something with flexible hours though. I’m worried that will stop managers from hiring me. They’re going to want someone who is free to work whenever.”
“Surely they’re used to hiring students though. The university is huge; some parts are like twenty minutes down the road. I wouldn’t worry about it. We’re okay for money at the moment anyhow.”
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