*Going Under Teaser*
Claire Deveraux’s POV
I’ve stolen glances at him during cheerleading practice over the last two weeks when I was certain Forbes wasn’t watching me. I’ve never clearly seen his face, not even the day Forbes talked shit to him about this truck, so he’s been a mystery in my mind.
His helmet and face mask no longer obstruct my view and I now see the proof that he is so much more handsome than I originally guessed. His hair is darker than I thought and spiky on top. His pale blue stare is piercing, his eyes breathtaking, and I have to force myself to not become lost in them.
“Pardon me, princess. I didn’t mean to block your way.” His voice is velvety smooth, but I don’t mistake its coolness. It clearly conveys the contempt he feels for me and that immediately raises my hellcat flag. This guy does not know me and therefore has nothing to base his aversion on.
He’s judging me––and making assumptions––just like everyone else in my life.
I’m immediately angry with him for making presumptions about who I am, but I’m far more furious with myself for finding him so captivating. I taste the bitter reaction on my tongue as it manifests in the form of a verbal insult. “Asshole.”
He laughs and places his hand over the left side of his chest. “I felt that like a blade straight to my heart.”
I’m pissed and the bastard is enjoying it.
I push past him. “Screw you. And my name is not ‘princess.’ It’s Claire. If you’re going to insult me, at least have the decency to get my name right.”
“I think I’ll stick with princess. It suits you better,” I hear him call behind me, laughing.
Nick Hawke’s POV
She licks her lips as she looks at my mouth. My heart throbs in my ears. I’m certain I’ll die if I don’t kiss her soon so I reach for the back of her neck and pull her closer as I slide in her direction on the sofa.
Kissing is not my thing. It’s too intimate and emotional—much more so than sex. I never kiss a girl for longer than it takes me to get to the place I want to be—in her panties.
But as with everything else Payton related, this is different. She makes me want to permanently attach my mouth to hers. I’m content with making out with her all day and taking it no further.
Her lips leave mine and trail kisses along my chin and jaw until they reach the side of my neck. I rest my head against the back of the couch, giving her full access. She takes advantage.
Her lips hit that sensitive spot below my ear and my switch is instantly flipped. I put my hand to my crotch to adjust. “Payton, I mean this in the best possible way but … you’re killing me,” I groan under my breath. “You have me so turned on, I’m about to bust my swim trunks.”
She giggles. “Is that so?” She continues kissing my neck, ignoring my warning. “I’d love to see your version of The Incredible Hulk.”
She has no idea what she’s doing to me. It’s sweet torture.
We hear voices coming and scramble to look like nothing in particular is going on.
It’s Jesse and Claire coming out of the house. Awesome. They’ve been inside for almost two hours and they choose now to reemerge.
I slide toward the end of the couch and point at the stack of throw pillows behind Payton. “Toss me one of those.”
“You need a nap?” she asks as she reaches for one.
I point at the crotch of my trunks and she laughs as she tosses it in my direction. “Throw pillow, also known as a boner barrier.”
I playfully hit her with it before putting it in my lap. “Not funny.”
She laughs. “I disagree, Hulk.”
I’d hate to know how many inconvenient hard-ons this girl has caused. Whatever the number, it just went up by one.