Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Lucas
The first time I see Nathan since our little adventure is after school during practice. In spite of my reassurances to him when he dropped me home, in spite of our promises to each other, I can't help feeling that everything has changed and that nothing that happened will matter.
We go through our drills and Nathan is all business as usual. He snaps at me for missing a shot and is in a generally foul mood. Whitey is in an even fouler mood and tells us ladies to hit the showers because we're stinking up his gym. I hang back, allowing Nathan, Tim and his entourage to make it to the lockers and ultimately the showers before me.
I stall for time talking to Coach because Whitey is always ready to dole out advice. He brings up what happened on the bus and I tell him honestly that I think me and Nathan made some progress. That happens to be the understatement of the year. It's not until I hear a few of the guys pass by and say "Goodnight coach," that I feel it is safe to go to the lockers. When I get there it is practically empty. Jake and Tim are just leaving. Jake says goodnight; Tim doesn't. I almost get the impression that he is jealous of me.
I look around and there is no sign of Nathan, so I open my locker, grab a towel and shed my practice uniform. I nearly scream like a girl when strong arms wrap themselves around my waist and pull me back. I try to turn but lips are nipping at my neck and then my earlobe. When a voice starts singing off key our song in my ear, I laugh and lean back against the warm and very naked body behind me.
"Nate," I whisper, "somebody might come."
"That's what I'm hoping for," he murmurs. His hand trails down my stomach and grabs hold of my hardening cock.
My breath hitches before I can speak again and scold him. "That's not what I meant." I don't think I say this convincingly because his hand is working its magic and I am pistoning my hips in a way that doesn't exactly scream disapproval.
"Showers, now," he growls, pushing me forward without letting me go.
I'm beginning to get the idea that I misread him earlier but this is too scary. Me and him in the showers together is a risk I'm not willing to take. Once we're in a stall, I maneuver myself in his arms so that I can face him. His lips are instantly on mine and his hands are freely roaming over my body.
"My mom's not home. We can shower there," I offer.
A few more kisses and he seems to be thinking with his upstairs brain again. He cups my face in his hands, kisses me violently and orders, "Get dressed quick," so I do. I get in my car and he follows. He's practically on my bumper and I'm pretty sure it is symbolic on so many levels.
We go around to the back door that leads to my room and before I can get in the door good we are literally joined at the hip. My door is kicked closed and I'm pushed on my bed. I'm thinking we should really talk more about this but I'm also thinking it's almost four and my mom won't be home until ten so there's still plenty of time for talk later.
The one thing I do know, what happened on that road between us was not a fluke. Nathan wants me, wants this...us and so do I. I just hope that we'll be able to make this work. So many cards are stacked against us. Whatever this road we're on, I only hope there aren't too many bumps and turns along the way.