Igniting the Wild Sparks (22 page)

My own gaze drops to her dark purple toenails and then between
her legs where she’s unknowingly giving me a view of her underwear. I blink and try to look away, but I’m incapable of doing anything else. Fuck, I’m so damned weak. With vivid images of her naked body swirling around in my head and the graphic memories of last night zapping my crotch, my mouth is dry when I distractedly answer, “No, but I have to be at practice later.”

“I’ll go with you.”
Not a chance
.

I
drag my eyes away from perving on her to look at her face and to sternly state, “No, you won’t.”

“Why can’t I go?”

“Because you won’t sit.”

She
suggestively smiles. “Yes, I will. I’ll sit and check you out.”

I proudly smirk at her. “You think so? Well, you’ll have to wait in line, honey, and it’s a
long
one.”

She sneers, “Cocky much?”

Leaning closer, I lay my left arm across her knees and trail my fingertips along her skin, watching the goosebumps form. Smiling at my own expertise of knowing exactly how to turn my girlfriend on, I whisper, “Yep, but you love it.”

Becks
shakily laughs. “I do…sometimes.” Her eyes shimmer and tour over me again, and knowing that I’ve turned her on, turns me on, full-throttled. Though, it doesn’t take much for me. I’m always painfully half-cocked for her when we’re together.

I
bend and rest my chin on her left knee. “Baby, you haven’t even seen how cocky I can be.” I raise an eyebrow at her, daring her to dare me.

Her mouth falls open at my shamelessness
, compelling me to hugely grin and for her to sassily ask, “Is that so?”

I shake my head, scraping my chin over her knee. “Nope
, you haven’t. Therefore, I’m daring
you to take me on, Becks.” Her eyes pop open even wider and she unconsciously licks her lips.

I got her right where I want her.

Her knee disappears from under my chin when she suddenly moves, and I sit back, laughing at rousing her, again pleased with myself for getting the best of her in more ways than one. Getting up on her knees, she hastily straddles me, which brings my laughter to a screeching halt, leaving me unusually speechless. She’s really taking me up on my dare?

As if I’m following her orders, I pull
Becks’ T-shirt collar to the side and admire my lipwork on her shoulder from last night before I lean in to suck on her some more, grazing my teeth over her soft, sweet-scented skin. She lightly moans and digs her fingers into my hair, pulling, which is a major turn-on for me and she fucking knows it.

Impetuously raising my head, I grasp t
he sides of her face and reel her to my lips, deeply kissing her as she gamely reciprocates, and we fall back against the couch, losing ourselves. I want her right now, here on the couch, but we shouldn’t have even made love last night since her stomach is so sore. That was self-serving of me to do that to her.

I try to put a
stop to our kiss, but when I attempt to break away from her, she pushes my head back to her. I brokenly mumble into our kiss, “I don’t want to hurt you more.” In response, she takes her hands out of my hair and down to my waistband, tugging the front of my boxers down, unleashing me. She grabs my dick and steadily primes me. Fuck, it feels so good, but I interrupt our kiss to plead, “Baby, put the brakes on.” I move my hand over hers, but she dashes it away.

Kissing my jaw, she teases,
“I know you want me, Finn Wilder. You said that I’m the only one who can do this to you.” She squeezes up to my tip and I gasp, closing my eyes as my head mindlessly falls back against the couch and pulling her with me. “What’s wrong, Sparks? Am I too much for you to handle?”

Remembering that at least her injury is too much for me right now,
I sit us upright and using a higher-pitched voice, horribly trying to imitate her, I ask, “Cocky much?”

Her smile is
abnormally smug. “Only with you because you love a challenge.”

I can’t help grinning
at that statement because it’s absolutely true. Becks knows me so well. “Do I? What kind of dare are you offering
now
? I’ve met
and
triumphed over both you’ve thrown at me.” I suppose I didn’t give in to her
knock-me-up-now
dare at Easter, but that one doesn’t count because really, who dares something like that? My girlfriend, of course.

She coyly shakes her head
. “I don’t think you can manage this one.” Becks knows better than to provoke me into
not
taking a dare because it won’t work. It only motivates me more.

Well, then.

Game on, Beckett
.

Fixedly zoned in on scoring another win over a dare from Becks, I whisper,
“Come on, baby. I dared you to try me.” That would be one dare I’d be happy to lose.

She says, “I’m not good at dares like you are.”

Not taking my eyes off hers, I yank on her hips and rub my raging hard-on against her underwear. “Then, I dare you to dare me again.”
You can’t resist me, Becks, just as I can’t resist you.

She whispers,
“I dare you to
not
have sex with me.” Huh? What? Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Swallowing hard, I try to sound casual, not wanting to let on that I’m actually struggling with a dare. “Well, that one probably won’t be allowed on the Air.”

Grinning because she literally has me by the balls, s
he drops her head and kisses my neck, taking turns with her lips and tongue. My eyes roll back again before they close and I anxiously lick my lips as she eagerly moves down the side of my throat. Burrowing my nose in her hair, I lowly say, “That would be an awkward challenge for us in public.”

She asks, “Us?” sounding surprised.
Is she serious?

I lightly laugh
against Becks’ throat. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t care about
not
having sex with any other woman. Only you.”

“Oh.”

Distracting my hands from grabbing her ass, I stroke her leg with one and pick up her key with the other. Toying with it, I say, “I don’t even know how we’d pull that one off with the censors.”

She nods
and grips my shaft firmly, seductively whispering, “Especially with your dick hanging out, Mr. Sportscaster. You’re Finnatics would fucking flip.”

Surprised she would joke about me waving my dick around in public,
I gasp, “Wow, Becks. Really, what’s gotten into you?” Because it’s not me at the moment.
Damn it
.

Pulling back to look at me
questioningly, she asks, “Why? Don’t you like me like this?” She slowly licks her bottom lip and stares down at my mouth.

I gaze at her strawberry lips, wanting to stop talking and taste them again, but then I won’t make it through the dare.
I confess, “Fuck, yes I do. I’m just not used to you like this.”

Her expression hints at her
underlying anxiety. “Like what? Slutty?”

I shake my head
as I look into her entrancing, green eyes. “No. Brazen. Assertive. It’s sexy, not that you aren’t already the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” I reach up and caress her cheek with my thumb, the feel of her skin making me harshly throb for her. “I mean it, Becks. You’re gorgeous. You do this to me.” I wrap my hand around hers, holding my hard-on.

She
says, “You’re supposed to
not
be having sex with me.” She strokes me as I hold onto her hand, watching her watching us slowly jack me off. This would technically count as not having sex with her, though, she gets nothing out of it and probably would be pissed if I claimed another victory while she gets, well, the shaft.

Leaning forward, but still stroking me, Becks
kisses my jaw over to my ear, heavily breathing into it.
Oh, no
. Helplessly, I match her breaths as she increases her speed.

“That’s not fair,” I wheeze, not wanting to win this dare anymore.

“You’re right.” She abruptly releases me and takes off my glasses, tossing them to the end of the couch. Then, to my astonishment, she buries her hand in my hair, jerks my head back and passionately kisses me. Our lips fight to devour each other’s. I could come all over her.

Why is she doing this to me?

Shit. Is this payback?

Would she do that? No. Not Becks.

Taking my dick again, she recommences whipping me into a frenzy. She moves to my ear and breathlessly asks, “How are you holding up, Wilder?” Not good. I’m readying my concession speech.

Between hard breaths, I say,
“I’d be better if you stop jerking me off.” No, I wouldn’t. I’d have blue balls. I’d be fucked even if she doesn’t fuck me.

She giggles.
“That’s not part of the dare,
Finnigan.
” Shit.

I have to be determined and persevere.

“Now you’re
really
not playing fair.”

Letting go of my cock, she sits back, putting her hand
over her mouth, doing a piss-poor job of hiding a smile. “Oops. Sorry.”
Yeah, right
. She raises her arms above her head, stretching and causing her T-shirt to lift, exposing the skin above her underwear and for her tits to be more in my face. I have to squeeze my hands into fists to keep from reaching up.

Don’t let her defeat you, Wilder.

“How’s your bruise?” I ask, diverting myself with a topic that will actually distract me.

“Fine. Do you want to see it?” She
pulls up her shirt further and I examine the pink, purple, blue and yellowed spot feathered out over her skin. I lightly brush my fingers over it and she flinches.

I
dolefully glance up at her. “Sorry.”

She
grins. “It tickled. It doesn’t hurt constantly. Just off and on.”

Seeing her colorful stomach in the light, harshly reminds me of seeing her go down to the ground yesterday. I grit my teeth at the mental replay and practically snap,
“I want you to rest.” It’s my fault she hasn’t.

“Not when I’m in the middle of a dare with you. I guess you’re not going to win this one.”

I look back to her stomach and resolutely answer, “Yes, I will.” Now that I’ve seen how hurt she is, it’s sobering.

She
glances down to my lap. “Maybe you will since you’re going soft.”

“
Seeing your injury will do that. I’m worried about you.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t be. You should really worry about losing this dare.”

My fingers trail up her smooth thighs, craving to touch her sweet spot, but I won’t. Still stupidly curious, I ask, “Oh, yeah? Why? What happens if I win?”

“You win the dare and get to claim victory over not having sex with me.” What a win.

“And if I lose?” Why in the hell did I ask that?

Becks wickedly smirks, cocking an eyebrow.
“You get a hot fuck on the couch with your biggest fan, Finnigan.”

Giving her a dark look, I warn, “Becks, take it easy today. I’m
not
kidding.”

“Neither am I.” She lifts her shirt up
above her breasts and my eyes involuntarily flicker over them.
Oh, fuck
.

With h
er voice low, she provokes me. “I know you want to touch them.” I’ve taunted her with that line before. More than once.

This
is
payback.

I can’t look away from them
. It’s as if I’m spellbound. “What are you doing to me?”

“Daring you.”

“Yeah, but I dared you to try me and you’re not. Doesn’t that mean
you
are losing?”

“But I’m not the professional risk-taker. I don’t have to win.”
I glance up and see Becks biting her lip, and I reflexively lick mine. She takes my hands and puts them on her tits, keeping her hands over mine, doing the opposite of what I did to her earlier. The ring I gave her grazes my knuckle and I sharply, and powerlessly, grow hard again.

I want to be such a loser.

Staring at my hands on her tits, feeling her nipples rock hard underneath, I grumble, “Becks, you’re cheating.”

“I have nothing to gain if you win.”

I incredulously dart my eyes up. “Isn’t that usually the point of cheating?”

She
quickly moves her face to mine and licks my lip before forcing her tongue into my mouth. We hotly kiss and she shifts so my dick is beneath her, and she rides my tip into the crotch of her underwear. She whispers, “Feel how wet I am for you, Sparks.” I love how only my Becks calls me that.

“I can feel it,” I slur against her cheek. My will is crumbling faster than a
stale oatmeal cookie in a wind tunnel.