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Chapter 10
She was wrapped in his hoodie, the thick, warm material engulfing her tiny body reminding Troy of her vulnerability.
He knew something was up for her to even be wearing it; she normally fought him all the way on covering up.
She was sat on his skateboard, in the middle of his path, her feet pointed inwards cutely, her knuckles covered by the dragging sleeves of his top.
He watched her from the window for a few moments, hidden by the net curtain and he considered that things were changing between them. Only he didn't want to lose her, that much was certain.
"Put the poor girl out of her misery…" Lucy teased from behind him and he stepped back form the window, hands in his pockets as he faced his mom.
"I will…I'm just working out what to say." He shrugged.
"Anything I can help with?" She wondered.
"Jealousy, mom. It's not a pretty emotion and I seem to get a hell of a lot of it around Gabi." He mused, missing out the important details of their story.
Lucy smiled. "She's a beautiful girl; she's bound to have admirers. But she's sat outside your door in your shirt, Troy." She lifted her brows.
"I'm going to drive her away." He worried, rubbing above his eyebrow with his finger, trying to release the pain from his frown.
"You just have to tell her, that's all." Lucy encouraged, and then came over to ruffle his hair. "I'm sure she gets jealous too."
He ducked away from her affection with a blush. "Maybe." He shrugged.
"You've not been right since you started this courting thing…are you sure it's working?" She hedged.
"That is the least of our problems." He mused, turning on a sharp twist to open his door and rescue his girlfriend from the lawn.
"Hi." She said, her big brown eyes meeting his as she nervously pressed her lips together. Her hair was bound in a bun high on her head and he hadn't felt this ache to hold her since she'd gone away.
All those nights in his bed, all those days without her. And yet here she was; right in front of him and he still felt the same separation.
"Oh, here…" She said, getting up, handing him his prized possession. "I was keeping it warm…" She joked lamely.
"I was just thinking how lucky my board is, to wake up to you sitting on him," he curled a wry smile from one side of his mouth, placing his board down beside him on the grass.
She looked uncomfortable and he kicked himself for the innuendo's he kept popping out.
"Would you have liked it to be you..?" She suggested, allowing a little smile back.
"Just be nice to wake up with you." He said softly, scraping his toe on the path, fidgeting his hands in his pockets.
His sports shorts and basketball jersey weren't his usual clothes for when he met her, but she had arrived unannounced.
"I miss that." She said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Tom…"
"Hey," he shrugged. "We had a fight; I wasn't the easiest person to talk to." He allowed.
"Our first fight." She acknowledged.
His blue eyes rolled around the lawn, finally lifting to her face, tracing down her body swamped by his top.
He couldn't be angry at her if he tried but he felt like he was jumping through hoops for her and he couldn't keep on doing that.
"I'm sorry." She offered, her small hands rubbing together by the knuckles and her voice wavered, betelling her upset as she bit her lip in an attempt not to cry.
With all the will in the world, he couldn't ignore her. So, like the gentleman he'd been brought up to be, he stepped forward, encasing her small body in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head and waiting for her to respond. She clung her arms around his middle, buried her face in his chest and squeezed her eyes shut.
"You never deserved any of this. I just keep punishing you and you never did anything wrong." She admitted.
"Shh…" He soothed, stroking her hair with his large, comforting hand, clutching her body to his with his other strong arm.
"I would understand if you wanted to have a break or something." She offered, peering up at him.
Troy pursed his lips, truly amused at her suggestion.
"You really think I can get rid of you?" He asked with amusement.
"If you wanted." She replied.
"But then I'd have Kelsey making a move on me and Melody…" He shuddered, still holding her tight.
"But they wouldn't treat you like I have…" She argued sadly.
"And I wouldn't love them." He argued back, his blue eyes sure.
"I don't deserve your love." She said brokenly.
"But you have it anyway. Now tell me something…" His curly smile began as he changed the subject.
"Okay…" She rolled her lips together.
"Where are those insanely sexy black jeans of yours? I barely got a chance to appreciate your ass in those..?" He asked with a sexy glint in his eyes, folding her right into his body and breathing in her smell.
"I have them still. I'll wear them again." She promised.
"Well that's good to know." He answered, sighing as he held her and she pulled away again, lifting her hands to cup his neck and reach for a kiss; forgetting their chasteness while she delved her tongue into his mouth and begged for him to show an answering desire.
Gabi moaned as his fingers curled around her small waist in the way that told her he was itching to remove her top and then he ran them down, around her back, finally cupping her backside as he brought her closer to him. A familiar rush of excitement and desire shivered over his skin.
"You almost had me!" He joked as he pulled away.
"I did?" She asked hopefully. "In this sweater as well?" She wondered. "Maybe I should wear it all the time."
"You're becoming hard to resist Gabi Montez." He admitted.
"Then surely it's time to give in…" She suggested, her fingers curling into his hair playfully as he cupped her to him.
"Nuh-uh." He shook his head. "We haven't even got to third base yet. Another date." He instigated.
Gabi rolled her eyes, pushing his arms away. "Okay, sure…" She agreed lazily.
"Wear those nice jeans, huh?" He asked with a twinkled look that she returned.
"Whatever you say, Troyby." She smiled.
"Pick you up tonight? What do you fancy doing?" He asked as she flipped his discarded board beneath her toes.
Her dark look under her lashes had his body hardening at the very thoughts running through her mind. Images flashed through his mind from memory of her every curve, her every sensitive spot.
He knew when he kissed her in the in curve of her waist that she would curl delightedly; he knew if he gently sucked her neck, she would moan loudly and grab his hair; making him ache and throb like he didn't know was possible. He knew that when he wrapped her in his arms when she was sated; that he was the happiest he had ever been.
"Poole?" She suggested and he grinned, thinking what a great view of her butt he would get.
"Perfect!" He said and she left then, still hugged into his top, but definitely bouncier than when he had found her.
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His eyes weren't the only eyes keenly tracing the silhouette of his girlfriend. Luckily, he was too distracted to realise that almost every boy in the pool hall was transfixed by the dark beauty reaching for a difficult shot.
It was those jeans she was wearing, the ones he had asked for and her racer back vest rode up her back at each bend, showcasing her cute dimples above her fleshy behind.
She was still slim, her legs and small waist reminded him, but as she turned, twisting her body to bite her thumb becomingly in a typically girly manner; he couldn't help but enjoy the in and out shape she possessed.
"I think I missed." She pouted once she had stopped biting on her thumb.
This, in Gabi language, meant she expected him to go over and show her what to do. And that's when he regretted suggesting this date. Because now she could get the upper hand and play his game to her advantage, pushing his control to the limit.
His fingers ghosted up her side, wrapping around her ribs a little as he stood behind her and leaned to whisper in her ear.
"Just remember, hips apart," he instructed, placing both his hands there, similar to when they had danced; only this time he couldn't take this agonising pleasure any further.
"Bend gently…" He carried on, despite his raging body, which was now protruding into the softness of her backside as she leaned over. It earnt him a quick look over her shoulder at him; and then she milked the moment, pressing her lips together Megan-Fox-style as she faked innocence.
His moan was buried on a tight swallow, his hands glued in position at her waist.
"What now?" She practically panted and Troy closed his eyes, taking a breath.
"Now I have to go and remind myself we're in public…" He said honestly, trying to run unsexy images through his mind to abate his rigid state.
She giggled- of all things- and then straightened, twisting to link her arms at his neck. She pouted her lower lip teasingly.
"Is Troyby not enjoying the Poole game?" She asked in a baby voice.
His lips were curled upward, his eyes animated but avoiding hers.
"I'm fine!" He lied. "Why wouldn't I be…" He added drily.
"Wanna go make out?" She suggested as his hands held her close, his attraction still evident through his combat shorts.
Gabi had to admit, the black vest he was wearing to flash his lovely arms was causing her own body some uncontrollable urges. Having his hard, irresistible body that close, rubbing against her with light friction only served to remind her of the feel of him.
How he tasted when she kissed his skin, how he liked to be touched and stroked.
"We should at least finish the game…" He suggested, leaning down to kiss her, his thumbs brushing her bare waist.
She let their lips meet, then unconnected her hands and lined up for the shot once more, rendering him unneeded as he stepped back. He quickly sat, folding his leg flat atop the other to hide his arousal.
Her shot hit the ball perfectly, knocking it into the pocket. She worked around the table, repeating the action until every ball but the black was pocketed and he sat, astounded.
"You can play?" He asked incredulously.
"Sure," she shrugged. "My dad taught me years ago." She smiled wanly and he realised then she had duped him real good.
He stood, too turned on to even care as he held his large hand out to her, feeling affection course through him as her fingers twined with his.
"What's third base again?" She whispered, tiptoeing to brush her fingers into his hair.
"Whatever you want it to be…" He allowed in a tight voice, letting her lead the way as they left the hall; and the male counterparts staring after them.
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Her hands were climbing under his top; their lips were fusing with an aching passion that they had both pushed to one side for too long.
He could only hold her wriggling form as she lay atop him on their favoured bean bag in his tree house, the cold summer night air blowing through the openings with a strong breeze he both thanked and hated.
Every time Gabi caught a waft of the cool air, she shivered and her nipples hardened against his chest, causing him to curse the weather. But without it, he would be burning up by now; surely just a cinder left of his body that was ablaze with the very blood that pumped around him so furiously.
She straddled him, encouraging his hands to cup her backside, his fingers tracing the band of her jeans and the tempting flesh surrounding the material.
She framed his face with her hands as she lifted them from his half-raised top, writhing in his lap to bring his heat against her deliciously.
"Are you sure we can't break the rules?" She begged breathily. "I broke the rules for you…" she tempted.
Troy had three seconds to decide. His body wanted this, he wanted this; more than anything he had ever wanted. His hard, throbbing arousal jutting into her only proved that.
But he had made a promise, of sorts, and he was going to keep it, if it was the last thing he did.
He groaned with the effort of denying her, rolling her over onto the bag as he climbed up, every muscle in his body tense and tight.
He ran a hand through his hair, standing in the cool blast the window of the tree house offered.
"Let's wait." He said then, quietly but firmly.
"For what, Troy?" She wondered, laid in the bean bag, twiddling her hair as she wriggled uncomfortably against the dampness she felt between her thighs.
"I don't know." He said honestly. "But we've only been back a few weeks; we're still figuring things out."
"What's to figure? I love you, you love me. We enjoy having sex. There's nothing to stop us."
He turned, eyeing her. "You're still learning to trust me."
It would be so easy to remove her clothes and sink into her waiting body, hear her sounds and experience that other worldly sensation all over again, but he knew they still had some catching up to do. Some emotional ties still to make.
She pressed her lips together, rolling over on the bean bag to avoid his gaze.
"Hey…" He said softly, walking over, crouching to touch her back with his open hand.
"You're right. I still have trust issues. And I know how much it means to you that I trust you. I know how important sex is." She allowed, rolling back to face him so he could pitch into the bean bag next to her and hold her.
"We'll know, the same as before; when it's right." He vowed.
"It feels right, right now." She ventured with sad brown eyes.
"You still feel like I don't want this?" He asked incredulously.
She shifted awkwardly under his tender hands.
"I just think it's weird that a 16 year old boy can have so much control. Especially when I don't." She grumbled.
Troy rolled onto his back, pressing his hands into his head.
"We're back to this again."
Gabi realised she had unfairly accused him of only being interested in sex, when she was practically the same. And now she was even more unfairly accusing him of not being interested in sex, when he clearly was; but she couldn't help it. It was like she had some deep need inside her to feel irresistible.
He had proved she was, they'd had a great night out and she had loved teasing him and he had played along; but something told her that he wouldn't put up with this up/down nature of hers much longer.
Feisty, sexy, sad he could handle.
But she was being impossibly hard on him and she couldn't help herself.
"I didn't mean it like that." She assured, getting up and offering her hand. "I just meant that I'm frustrated…that I want this little test to be over." She amended.
"Well here's your test…" He lifted his brows, rising before her, cupping her backside. "Resist me for a little longer." He flicked her his trademark grin.
"Oh, you think I can't?" She wondered.
"You seem to be struggling." He commented.
"Pssh! So do you!" She argued playfully, hands on his chest.
"So did we reach third base?" He husked.
"I'm sure third base includes touching body parts…" She argued.
"Hey, I touched plenty of yours…" He smiled happily.
"And I was cut off before I had a chance…" She mused.
He shrugged. "Next time…"
"Ok, take me home, Troyby. My mom will wonder where I am."
"Yes ma'am."