"Okay, okay. Jesus Nev!"
He stared at me as I grabbed the tray and brushed past him. I was close to tears as I hurried down the hallway to the kitchen. I needed to unload this tray and get back to work. Really all I wanted to do was run somewhere and hide.
And cry my fucking eyes out.
Not because he had touched me like that.
Because I'd wanted him to.
I hadn't wanted him to stop either. A big part of me wanted him to keep going. All the way.
Yes, even though he was a jerk pawing at me in a pantry.
I could still smell him all over me. Bourbon, yes, but also fresh and clean... just him. I could still feel his lips on mine. I could still feel his cock.
His very large cock.
Damn him.
I spent the rest of the party avoiding Clay. He was getting increasingly wasted, sitting in corners and staring at me balefully.
I'd definitely pissed him off.
It was better than the alternative.
Safer.
Because if he tried to fuck me again, I wasn't sure I would have the strength to stop him.
Chapter Eight
Clay
I swigged from a bottle of mineral water between sets with Matt. He'd won the first one, but barely. I was off my game today though.
The massive hangover didn't help.
Neither did the state of frustration I was dealing with because of the Nev situation.
I still could not believe she turned me down.
I should forget her, move on. Just text Jen or one of the other eager girls I knew. There were plenty around.
But they weren't her.
Not even close.
Nev was special. Her looks were a part of it but it was more than that. She had an innocence, a purity that drew me like a moth to a flame.
It was the same thing that had made her push me away last night. I was sure of it. She wanted me too, no matter what she said.
Now I just needed to convince her of it too.
Matt let out a low whistle and I looked up.
"What?"
"New girl. Unbefuckinglievable."
Of course. He was looking at Nevada as she walked by with a cart full of clean towels. Awesome.
We'd talked about girls before. Or women. Matt gave me a ranking of who were the horniest housewives at the club, the most desperate. And he'd rate the ones he'd bagged.
So far he'd been keeping himself real busy.
But now he was looking at Nev like she was just another conquest. As usual, she looked insanely hot no matter what she wore. This outfit was no exception. She was wearing white tennis shorts and a pale green polo shirt, the club colors. I'd never noticed how cute the club uniform was before.
Fucking A.
"Forget it. It's not going to happen."
Matt's head swiveled towards me. I better nip this shit in the bud right quick. He was clearly after her.
"Jesus, she looks good enough to eat. You know her?"
"Yeah."
I gave him a steady gaze that said 'keep off the motherfucking grass.'
"How well?"
"Well enough to say she's not up for grabs."
Matt stared at me, a slow smile spreading over his face.
"Yeah right. You are so not the relationship type dude."
"And you are?"
He shrugged.
"With the right girl, maybe."
"Well she's not it. She's a nice girl, don't fuck with her."
He laughed. Matt was clearly not taking me seriously. And then I caught the predatory look in his eyes. I'd just made Nev even more appealing to him by staking my claim. I knew in my gut this guy was going to cause trouble.
"Hey man, I do what I want. Ready for next match?"
I shook my head.
"Nah I'm not in the mood. See ya."
I went into the club lobby to sign up for the tournament and take myself off the schedule for lessons with Matt. Fuck him. I'd win without the club champs help. He'd look like a dick and his lessons would get less valuable. If he stayed away from Nev maybe I'd relent. For now though, he was the fucking enemy.
I went home to shower and change. Then I went right fucking back to the club.
I had to keep my eyes on the prize.
Nevada.
Nevada
I carried a fresh stack of towels over to the pool area, trying to ignore the feeling that I looked like an idiot. A pack of screaming children ran past me, ignoring me completely. I felt something sodden hit my thigh and glanced down.
Ice cream.
Chocolate ice cream.
On my white shorts.
Fantastic.
I sighed deeply and continued to the pool area to drop off the towels. I stopped in my tracks.
Clayton was lounging right next to the towel station. I would have to walk right past him to get to it. He wasn't alone though. That Jen girl was sitting next to him, along with a couple of his asshole friends.
My mother always said you could judge someone by the company they keep.
This day couldn't possibly get any better.
I took a deep breath and walked quickly along the edge of the pool.
"Hey Nev."
I glanced at him over my shoulder.
"No fraternizing Mr. Westfield."
He laughed and let his eyes slide over my ass. Deliberately. Very deliberately.
"Rules are made to be broken."
I bit back an angry retort but the truth was I was entertained by him. I felt stimulated. I felt alive.