with a touch of lace framing my décolletage—but I was showing a hell of a lot more skin than my Train Like a Girl t-shirt had afforded.
Joshua’s eyes darkened, and even though I’d wanted to wipe the smug off his face, having him look at me like that was…
Confusing…
I felt my face flush.
I looked away. I was tempted to put my t-shirt back on.
But I’d be damned if he was going to get the best of me.
I stood up straighter.
I looked him straight in the eye… well, the face. His eyes were honed in on my cleavage.
I snapped my fingers and his eyes reluctantly rose to lock on mine.
I moved slowly toward him, a playful—hopefully sexy—smile on my lips. I licked them to make them shiny.
And when I was within arm’s length of him, I reached out and stole the ball back.
I giggled as Joshua blinked the boob-dust from his eyes and realized I had played him.
“Do you want to work on your three point shot or not?” He sounded pissy.
I didn’t want him pissy. I wanted him to help me. So I nodded, reached down and grabbed my t-shirt from the asphalt and pulled it back on. I joined him by the three-point line.
I noticed he’d left his shirt off.
Boys were lucky that way. They could walk around half-naked and though it was sexy as all hell, no one batted an eye. Let me walk around downtown with just my sports bra on and the town would catch on fire. There would be cat calls, damning stares, “slut” and “whore” would be bandied about, and my parents would be called by our minister, my principal, and probably the police chief.
It wasn’t fair.
Joshua stood beside me and nodded sagely.
“Watch me.”
I have been…
I looked down his smooth, bulging pectorals, how his tanned skin glistened in the waning sunlight.
He practically glowed.
Okay, that wasn’t what I had wanted to be thinking...
I took a step back and watched as Joshua threw a three point shot, and the damned thing swooshed through the net.
Perfect.
He jogged over to retrieve the ball, his well-muscled body jiggling in all the right places.
Joshua talked me through his next throw.
It was my turn to blink the hottie out of my eyes this time.
I watched and listened as he told me what he did before every three point shot. He threw it again, and it just dropped right through the net.
He went after the ball, but this time I ripped my gaze from him and studied the moon flowers growing up the trellis to my parents’ room. Having drool dripping off my chin would seriously cramp my style.
A memory flashed through my mind of what Joshua had looked like jogging after that first ball…
Mmmmmm…
I closed my eyes hard and shook my head
What was I supposed to be looking at?
Oh, yeah—the moon flowers. When the sun finally set, they’d bloom, glowing a brilliant white in the twilight.
“Cali!” Joshua hollered. “Pay attention.”
I gritted my teeth. I wanted to punch him in his too-pretty-to-even-have-a-zit face. I also wanted to run my fingers over his chest, to touch his sun warmed flesh…
“Now,” he continued as I came nearer, “When you shoot the ball I see you locking your knees together,”— Really?— “And then your back starts getting tight.”
Well, yeah. I always feel myself stiffen when I’m attempting a throw.
“And then, just as you throw, you drop your left shoulder. That alone would make your aim off, but combined with your back and knees I’m surprised you don’t need a chiropractor.”
Smartass…
Well, no. He was being serious—and a smartass. But he was right. I did all those things.
I took the ball out of his hands and planted my feet solidly on the three point arc, pushing all lusty thoughts out of my head. I needed to learn this, and if my ass-hat of a brother could tell me all that by just watching me shoot a few times, then he knew his stuff.
That was way more help than my coach had been when I’d asked him for help. He’d just
Joshua’s eyes darkened, and even though I’d wanted to wipe the smug off his face, having him look at me like that was…
Confusing…
I felt my face flush.
I looked away. I was tempted to put my t-shirt back on.
But I’d be damned if he was going to get the best of me.
I stood up straighter.
I looked him straight in the eye… well, the face. His eyes were honed in on my cleavage.
I snapped my fingers and his eyes reluctantly rose to lock on mine.
I moved slowly toward him, a playful—hopefully sexy—smile on my lips. I licked them to make them shiny.
And when I was within arm’s length of him, I reached out and stole the ball back.
I giggled as Joshua blinked the boob-dust from his eyes and realized I had played him.
“Do you want to work on your three point shot or not?” He sounded pissy.
I didn’t want him pissy. I wanted him to help me. So I nodded, reached down and grabbed my t-shirt from the asphalt and pulled it back on. I joined him by the three-point line.
I noticed he’d left his shirt off.
Boys were lucky that way. They could walk around half-naked and though it was sexy as all hell, no one batted an eye. Let me walk around downtown with just my sports bra on and the town would catch on fire. There would be cat calls, damning stares, “slut” and “whore” would be bandied about, and my parents would be called by our minister, my principal, and probably the police chief.
It wasn’t fair.
Joshua stood beside me and nodded sagely.
“Watch me.”
I have been…
I looked down his smooth, bulging pectorals, how his tanned skin glistened in the waning sunlight.
He practically glowed.
Okay, that wasn’t what I had wanted to be thinking...
I took a step back and watched as Joshua threw a three point shot, and the damned thing swooshed through the net.
Perfect.
He jogged over to retrieve the ball, his well-muscled body jiggling in all the right places.
Joshua talked me through his next throw.
It was my turn to blink the hottie out of my eyes this time.
I watched and listened as he told me what he did before every three point shot. He threw it again, and it just dropped right through the net.
He went after the ball, but this time I ripped my gaze from him and studied the moon flowers growing up the trellis to my parents’ room. Having drool dripping off my chin would seriously cramp my style.
A memory flashed through my mind of what Joshua had looked like jogging after that first ball…
Mmmmmm…
I closed my eyes hard and shook my head
What was I supposed to be looking at?
Oh, yeah—the moon flowers. When the sun finally set, they’d bloom, glowing a brilliant white in the twilight.
“Cali!” Joshua hollered. “Pay attention.”
I gritted my teeth. I wanted to punch him in his too-pretty-to-even-have-a-zit face. I also wanted to run my fingers over his chest, to touch his sun warmed flesh…
“Now,” he continued as I came nearer, “When you shoot the ball I see you locking your knees together,”— Really?— “And then your back starts getting tight.”
Well, yeah. I always feel myself stiffen when I’m attempting a throw.
“And then, just as you throw, you drop your left shoulder. That alone would make your aim off, but combined with your back and knees I’m surprised you don’t need a chiropractor.”
Smartass…
Well, no. He was being serious—and a smartass. But he was right. I did all those things.
I took the ball out of his hands and planted my feet solidly on the three point arc, pushing all lusty thoughts out of my head. I needed to learn this, and if my ass-hat of a brother could tell me all that by just watching me shoot a few times, then he knew his stuff.
That was way more help than my coach had been when I’d asked him for help. He’d just
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