Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series (3 page)

I couldn’t see his face because he had his back to me, stretching in preparation for the game. The fabric of his navy blue shorts pulled tight against his ass as he stretched his hamstrings and then his calves. I found myself so completely distracted by his tall, lean body that I forgot my team had begun passing drills until a ball hit me upside the head.

“Miller, are you all right?” One of my cute teammates, Josh, questioned.

The current object of my lust turned around to see what the commotion was and looked right into my eyes. I found myself looking into the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen, the color of melted dark chocolate. I had looked into them on one other occasion a few months ago and the impact was enough that they often starred in many of my dirty dreams and even dirtier masturbation sessions. Therefore, my current object of lust was the same as the recurring one that kept me on edge every time I thought about him. Never once had I been so fascinated by one guy and it irritated the hell out of me. Maybe if I just scratched that particular itch…

Jagger Jackson. He smiled at me and I felt myself smile in return, even though I was certain that little cartoon birds circled over my head from the blunt force of the basketball. I started to take a step in his direction, as if some unknown force was pulling me toward him, but that Josh guy called my name and this time he sounded more frustrated than concerned. I broke my connection from Jag and looked at the guy. The hateful scowl of disapproval he wore on his face made him downright ugly.

“Pick up dudes on your own time,” he added with a sneer. Ahhh, we had ourselves a hater in the mix. As much as I would have loved to knock the derision right off his face, I’d just show him that my fairy basketball skills were probably ten times more superior to his knuckle-dragging ones. I mean, that really had to slow him down a lot. I said nothing in return; I just threw up my hands in a friendly okay gesture.

Both of our teams went through the warmup drills for several minutes until the referee blew the whistle to signal that we needed to get our starters out on the court. I was the best point guard on my team, which I felt had more to do with Josh’s hateful attitude than who I liked to fuck, so I took my position behind the circle on the court and waited for the ref to throw up the jump ball. I also wasn’t surprised to see Jag line up against our guy as one of the jumpers. I bet those long legs could really get him off the ground; and fuck if I didn’t want to take my time learning every muscle and sinew.

All lusting stopped the minute the ball went into the air, well that was until Jag’s body brushed up against mine the first time during the heat of battle. It was innocent at first, just subtle brushes of his arm or hand against mine or the rub of our legs together as I went in for a layup that he moved over to try and block. The basketball swooshed through the hoop at the same time my balls began to firm up, wanting more touches from him.

Innocent was soon replaced by a blatant press of his bulge to my ass while I was boxing him out to prevent him from getting a rebound. His brazenness threw me off enough that he easily got the offensive rebound and posted up the score. The smug look he gave me had me ratcheting up my intensity to a level I hadn’t known since the championship game my senior year of high school. For some reason, I felt like I had more to prove that early fall night going up against Jag in the league championship game then I did in high school, even though the hopes and dreams of my school lived and died on my attempt at a buzzer beater three-point shot.

Luckily for me, I was victorious on both occasions. My buzzer beater against Jag took two overtimes to get done, but victory was made sweeter by the amount of sweat equity I had put into it. The look in his eyes was indescribable when we lined up and slapped hands. I couldn’t remember a time I had been covered in as much sweat, or as turned on, as I was that night.

Topping his team in the game would pale in comparison to topping the man who had unknowingly kept me captivated for months. My body physically shook with need for me to make my move, because I was certain he felt the same way. Instead of claiming my victory fuck, I walked away. I blew out a deep breath of relief as I neared my car, but it was short lived.

“You want to grab a cold beer?” His deep voice, like the man himself, pulled me in and held my body prisoner. I had never found myself in a position of turning away from someone I wanted that badly, but no good would ever come from me taking what he was so eagerly offering me. The cold beer would have led to sex so hot and primal that we’d scrape and claw each other to the bone. I knew it as surely as I knew my name, but just as certain was the fact that it would hurt Gray if he found out. Gray didn’t like or trust Jag and my friendship with him would always trump a good lay.

Still, it was with a shaky, unconvincing voice when I turned and said, “It’s not a good idea.” He wasn’t used to being told no, I could see it clearly in his expression and body language. I wouldn’t say that he was hurt, more like stunned. “Things could get really sticky.”

“That was the plan,” Jag said, deliberately misunderstanding my comment. He approached me until he was only a few feet away. I was once again caught up in the raw beauty of the man. His chiseled cheekbones, nose, brows, and square jaw reminded me of a comic book superhero. We were both sweating profusely from the game and I found his scent intoxicating. My cock twitched beneath my shorts as I imagined having his scent all over my body. The lascivious look he threw my way said he knew how his words affected me. “It’s not like we’d have to tell them. They’re not our priests and we don’t have to confess all of our sins to them.”

He was absolutely right and I knew that, but it still didn’t feel right. I mean, sexually it felt really, really right, but not intellectually. Our best friends were in love and there would be times when we were thrown together at an event and it could get really awkward between us. I went through this once with Gray’s employee, Ben. I made a huge mistake by seducing the guy, not thinking things through. We parted amicably and without expectations, but it still felt a little strange when we ran into each other. Gray read the tension for what it was and he got really mad at me. I couldn’t imagine how he would’ve felt if I slept with his “enemy,” as he referred to Jag.

“As much as I’d love to take you somewhere and fuck you until you couldn’t stand,” I adjusted my package for emphasis, “it’s not worth the risk to my friendship with Gray.”

“Who says you’d be the one doing the fucking?” Jag’s answering adjustment to his growing erection, plus his challenge as to who’d be on top, set my blood to nearly boiling. His hand lingered on his package, slowly stroking up and down his length over his shorts, as his body reacted to mine. I felt my ass clench with a desire to be filled, which had not happened for a very long time.

I was about to touch my hardened length too when a loud conversation a few rows over in the parking lot penetrated my thoughts and halted my action. Good God, I was seriously reaching for my cock and was prepared to stroke myself in front of Jag and anyone else who might’ve been watching nearby. It was the dose of reality I needed to walk away from the delicious temptation that stood in front of me. I could just as easily stroke my dick in the shower, sure Jag wouldn’t be there, but I wouldn’t have to worry that one of my students or colleagues would see me jerking off in public. Jag would just have to appear behind my eyelids instead of in person.

“I always do the fucking,” I told him arrogantly. “I just don’t want to fuck you.” The lie slid so easily off my tongue, but he knew I wasn’t being honest. There was no disguising my reaction to him.

I turned away from him and pressed the key fob to unlock my door with the intent of walking away from my temptation. I made it as far as opening the door before he spoke again, but this time it was directly from behind me. I felt the heat of his body while his masculine smell permeated my brain. Jag placed his hand firmly on my lower back and pressed his lips to the back of my ear.

“That’s too bad, because I was going to give my ass to you.” My knees threatened to buckle and I opened my mouth to tell him I changed my mind, but his wicked chuckle cut me off. “Maybe next time.” His words were followed by a teasing lick to the outer shell of my ear.

I mourned the loss of his heat, his touch, when he pulled away from me. I didn’t look over my shoulder to watch him walk away, even though I wanted to so badly. I was both dreading and looking forward to seeing him again, because I knew right then that sex between us was inevitable. He had something that I just couldn’t walk away from and it felt to me the feelings were fully reciprocated on his end. My body hummed in anticipation.

I DIDN’T SEE
Miller for another month after our parking lot conversation, but that smiling, teasing devil stayed on my mind. I loved the way he challenged me and never backed down, whether it was during the basketball game or the verbal sparring afterward. He made me want him until it became a physical ache.

I could have rubbed my needs out with someone else, but it wasn’t going to work. I instinctively knew it and chose to rub one out myself rather than engage in a half-hearted fuck. I told Miller the truth when I said I was going to give him my ass that night. It wasn’t something that I did anymore, because it wasn’t like I took the time to get to know my sex partners. It was usually a quick, dirty fuck with a random guy. I had trust issues, both literally and figuratively, with opening myself up to just about everyone, let alone someone I had just met. Maybe it was arrogant of me to expect others to trust me not to physically hurt them while refusing to give them the same courtesy. I had many flaws that very few people saw through.

I hadn’t bottomed since Chase had experimented in college to find out what he liked. I hadn’t wanted that with anyone else until Miller. The way he dominated the basketball court made me want to be dominated by him in bed. Sure, I really wanted to claim his firm ass for myself, but for once I wanted to be pinned down and taken in a manner I had never experienced. I decided that I wouldn’t give in so easily the next time we met. I’d remind him again that we were both consenting adults and didn’t need anyone’s permission to fuck like animals if that is what we both wanted. We both wanted it something fierce.

Even so, Miller’s sexy allure and magnetism caught me off guard the next time we ran into one another at a restaurant. I had agreed to go on a celebratory dinner following a big courtroom victory earlier that day. It had been a huge team effort to win our transgender client’s case of workplace discrimination. It had been an uphill battle, with many obstacles and biases to overcome, but we prevailed and our client would be awarded his rightful settlement for the heinous way he had been treated.

All thoughts of work had faded away as soon as our eyes met across the expanse of the dinner crowd. Miller was also eating with a group of people, most of them men, and I wondered if he was on a date. It didn’t seem likely if he was looking at me that way; as if he was stripping off every piece of clothing I had on my body in preparation of taking what he wanted.

I watched as he slowly raised his bottle of beer to his lips and took a drink.
Was it me or did his cheeks hollow out a bit as if he was sucking on the opening of the bottle instead of pressing it against his lips.
I got his point loud and clear and countered his move, but I licked my bottom lip afterward to add a little extra something to the tease.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get into the work conversations around me. I wanted Miller to think I wasn’t that into him, but I couldn’t work up the farce. Besides, what the fuck was the point of pretending I didn’t want him? He knew, just as I knew, he was into me.

The teasing went on throughout our meals and with every passing minute I felt my body become more and more alive with need and lust to the point I practically vibrated with it. It felt like a thousand bugs were crawling beneath my skin that had become too tight to fit over my bones. My knees started to bounce beneath the table from anticipation until I saw him get up and excuse himself from the table.