Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (56 page)

Hours passed and neither Dylan nor Katie left their
bedrooms. Dylan was watching some old black and white movie and Katie could
hear it through the wall. Every so often, she'd slam her fist against the wall
to get him to turn down the volume, and every time he just turned it up louder.
She groaned. Getting through a week with him would be unbearable.

She rolled off her bed and to her feet. It was getting dark
outside and she was in the mood to curl up under a blanket and watch a movie.
She'd have to make popcorn too, of course. After changing into her second
favorite PJs (tiny pink pinstriped shorts with a ruffle and a pink cami) she
slid on her slippers and started the walk downstairs.

In her pantry, she found a bag of microwave popcorn and set
the timer. As she waited for it to pop, she searched for her metal popcorn
bowl. When she finally found it, her popcorn was done and she dumped the entire
contents of the package into the bowl. It smelled like heaven. She was ready
for what was sure to be the perfect relaxing night watching her favorite movie,
Legally Blonde
, for the hundredth time. She smiled, relaxed. Katie
related to the movie. It was why she watched it all the time. Everyone
underestimated Elle Woods because she was a “dumb blonde” like Katie, but she
proved them all wrong. It gave Katie hope that someday people would see her as
more than just the cute, popular girl.

When she turned around, her bowl of popcorn wrapped in her
arms, she smacked straight into Dylan, sending her popcorn flying. “Jesus
Christ, can't you wear a bell or something?” she yelled. “How the fuck did you
get down here so quietly? Oh my God, my popcorn,” she whined.

“I came down here the way I always do.
You
just
weren't paying attention to anyone but yourself. Like always,” Dylan said, not
even making an attempt to help her clean up.

His words stung. Is that how people really saw her? She
wanted to watch her movie now more than ever. Tears pricked at her eyes as she
bent down to try and scoop her popcorn back into the bowl. “Yeah, well,” she
said, trying to keep Dylan from hearing the tremor in her voice. “I don't care
what you think about me.”

Dylan laughed, finally grabbing a broom to help her sweep up
the remaining kernels. “Well, good,” he told her. “Because I think you're a
spoiled little brat with delusions of being some kind of suburban princess,” he
bit out. “And I think you need to realize there's more to life than pink frilly
outfits and the perfect shade of lip gloss. If you didn't look like you do,
you'd have no friends at all.”

She was still on her knees, head down, determined not to
cry. She
didn't
have friends. His words cut like a knife, but they were
all true. It was bad enough her mom wasn't here to watch her movie with her.
She didn't need Dylan to make her feel like nothing. After finally getting all
of the ruined popcorn back into the bowl, she stood and turned around quickly,
avoiding his gaze. She dumped the contents of the bowl in the garbage and
marched straight past him and into the living room. Over her shoulder she
mustered the ability to shout without a hint of a crack in her voice. “Yeah,
well I think you're a pretentious prick who thinks he's too good for everyone
since he went to that dumb-ass college!”

Katie flopped down onto the couch, bundled herself up in
blankets, and flipped through her DVR to find
Legally Blonde
. It could
at least make her feel better even if her mother wasn't around. A single,
solitary tear rolled down her right cheek as she heard Dylan walk behind her,
headed for the stairs. She tried as hard as she could to block out the cry-fest
she knew was coming until he got to his room where he couldn't hear her, but
just when she heard his foot hit the first creaky step, she let out a sniffle
and wiped a tear from her face. Katie heard Dylan stop. There were no more
creaks on the stairs.
Shit
, she thought to herself. He heard her.

She heard him approaching and tried to put on a brave face.
Don't
let him see you cry,
she thought to herself.
Never let them see you cry.
But it was too late. Tears were leaking out of her eyes like little wet
traitors and she brushed them away with the back of her hand. He stood next to
the couch and looked at her, but she looked away.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “I'm sorry.”

She sniffled her response. “Yeah, well,” she started, wiping
away another tear. “It's how everyone sees me. It wasn't exactly new
information,” she attempted a laugh, but it came out more like a sob.

He was at her side in a second. “Hey, hey,” he soothed,
tentatively wrapping his arms around her, cradling her. It had been a long time
since a boy held her like this, and that thought made her cry even more. “I am
so, so sorry Katie,” he said, voice full of remorse. He rocked her gently. “I
never wanted to make you cry. I was a jerk.”

“No,” she started. “The worst part is you were just being
honest. I'm just like her,” she sniffled, motioning to the screen. “Only I'm
not going to go to Harvard. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay that
dumb, ditzy, spoiled blonde forever.”

He didn't say anything, just rocked her back and forth,
stroking her hair. Come to think of it, Katie had never been held like this.
Typically, boys slept with her and left immediately afterward. She felt warm.
She felt important, like she mattered. “I wasn't going to say anything,” he
started, voice still quiet and soothing, “but are you actually
watching
this movie?”

She sat up and faced him, not caring that she probably
looked a mess. “I love this movie. Don't knock this movie,” she warned, her
characteristic pluck back.

He grinned. “Okay, okay,” he said. “I won't.” She settled
back into his arms. “But would you at least let me show you something better?”

She groaned. “Ugh, please not one of your black and white
film school movies. You don't need to torture me.”

“Okay, number one, I resent that. And number two,” he said,
turning to tilt her face toward his with his hand, “I know why you like this
movie. Trust me.”

For some reason, she did. She smiled and sighed. “Okay.
Bring it on,” she acquiesced.

“Really?” he asked, all at once a little kid on Christmas
morning.

“Really,” she said with trepidation. “But it better be
good.”

“It is, I promise,” he assured her. “I'll be right back.
Stay right here.”

He stood and bounded up the stairs. She could hear his
footfalls above her in his room. Moments later he returned, DVD case in hand.
He put it in the player and sat back down, grabbing the remote from the coffee
table. “Okay,” he said. “Consider this movie...a different version of that
nonsense you were watching before. You're gonna like it, I promise.”

“Um, that nonsense is my favorite movie of all time, thank
you very much,” she said.

“So bratty,” he said. He wasn't being unkind. In fact, he
was being a little bit...flirty? No, he couldn't be. “Here we go,” he said
excitedly. “This is called
Some Like it Hot
, and it stars the most
notoriously miscast and pigeonholed 'dumb blonde' in the history of cinema. But
the woman was genius, if not a little damaged.” He looked at her when he made
that last statement, suggesting that she was a little bit like Marilyn Monroe
herself.

“I love her!” Katie said excitedly. At his dubious look, she
continued. “No, really. I do. She's amazing.”

He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, then settled
back in with her to watch the movie. Under the blanket. Still cradling her. She
wasn't sure if he was aware that he was making her heart race in a way that no
step-brother should, but she just desperately wanted him to hold her again. And
he did. She smiled, more content than she had been in months. Years, even.

He started to absentmindedly stroke the back of her hand and
finally laced his fingers through hers. When they both realized what was
happening, they made eye contact.

“What is this?” Katie asked quietly. “I'm pretty sure we're
not supposed to be doing this.”

He looked deeply into her eyes, and she felt for the first
time like someone finally
saw
her. “Yeah,” he said back, mesmerized by
her face, “I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to either.”

Even though they knew it was wrong, they moved closer and
closer together, closing the space between their lips until Dylan brushed her
face with his hand and gave her the sweetest kiss she'd ever had. And then they
couldn't stop.

With the movie still playing in the background, Dylan kissed
Katie with increasing intensity. “Oh my God,” he said between kisses, “we
really shouldn't be doing this.” Still, his hands were everywhere, slowly
tracing the contours of her collarbones then drifting lower to graze her
breasts. She was sure he could feel the hardness of her nipples through her
cami, but at this point she didn't care. All she cared about was the warmth of
his body and the feel of his hands on her skin, exploring all the places so
many boys had missed.

“We shouldn't,” she agreed breathily. “But please don't
stop.” Her voice was tinged with passion and desire, and his kisses made her
shiver.

He moaned, pressing himself against her harder. “I don't
think I could if I tried,” he whispered. She wrapped her legs around his waist
and her arms around his broad shoulders, running her fingers down his muscular
back. “Do you feel how much I want you right now?” he asked, not expecting an
answer. He ground his hips against her and she could feel his rock-hard
erection. “God damn Katie, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” He ran his
hands down the length of her torso, kissing her neck so deeply she was sure
he'd leave marks. But something in her changed in that moment. Her body tensed
and she stopped her moving.

He looked up at her, expression worried. “What is it? What's
wrong? Katie, if you don't want to do this I completely respect that. We can
stop.”

“No,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion. She felt
deflated. “It's not that.”

“Well then what is it?” he asked, brushing his hand against
her cheek. His eyes were intense and for a moment she genuinely felt like he
cared.

“If all I am to you is sexy – if all you want from me is
sex,” she started, “I can't do this. I can't keep doing that to myself. It
hurts too much.”

His face immediately turned to regret. “You are so, so much
more to me than sexy,” he assured her vehemently.

She just stared at him.

“You are absolutely beautiful,” he told her. “Sometimes, you
look through that window over there,” he said, pointing, “and your hair
shimmers. It looks like you have a halo. And the face you make when you're
doing that compulsive organizing?” he continued. “Even that's beautiful. Katie,
you do everything with grace and beauty.” He smiled at her. “Even that pout,
the one you've got on right now,” he began, “is absolutely adorable. You are so
much more than what you think you are. You're smart enough to do anything you
want to do, and I wish you could see that yourself.”

Katie rolled her eyes, but still her heart swelled at his
kind words. No guy had ever said something so beautiful, so kind to her in her
whole life.

“And I even love it when you roll your eyes, you little brat,”
he laughed, teasing her. “Though I still maintain they're going to get stuck
that way.” His smile faded a bit and he kissed her sweetly. “Whoever it was who
made you feel less-than? I'd like to hunt him down and punch him square in the
face.”

She smiled. “Well,” she started, “it's kind of a lot of
people. I'm not exactly...”

“I do not care how many guys you've been with. All I care
about is you. Even when we fight and you make me so mad I want to kick
something, all,” kiss, “I care about,” kiss, “is you.”

Her eyes welled up – she had no control over it at this
point. “Mean it?” she asked weakly.

“Absolutely,” he told her, looking her square in the eyes.

She smiled, heart so big at that moment she thought it might
burst. “Thank you,” she said.

“Don't thank me,” he whispered. “Just kiss me.”

So she did. She grabbed his face and kissed him like she'd
never kissed anyone before him. Their breaths mingled in hot gasps and once
again his hands were all over her, touching, caressing, squeezing. Katie
moaned. Dylan was incredible, and he knew exactly what to do to set her off. He
lowered the straps of her cami with his fingers, hot on her skin, while kissing
down her neck and across her collarbones. Pulling down the top of the shirt,
Dylan took in a short breath at the sight of her small, perky breasts, tipped
with perfect rosebud nipples. “You see?” he asked her reverently, “Beautiful.”

No sooner had the words escaped his mouth did he take her
right nipple between his lips, slowly circling it with his tongue. Katie
gasped, bucking under him. She arched her back in ecstasy and grabbed the back
of his head, pulling him closer. She just needed to feel him closer, no matter
how close they were. “Oh my God,” she breathed.

Dylan sat back on his knees and lifted her cami up over her
head. He tossed it aside casually and brought her in close, cradling her in his
muscular arms while she straddled his lap. His big hands nearly wrapped around
her waist as they traveled from her hips to her breasts. He continued to kiss
her as he slowly began to massage each of her small breasts and she wrapped
herself more tightly around him. “Dylan...” she whispered.

He didn't respond, just picked her up and wrapped her legs
around him, kissing her the entire way up the stairs. He fumbled with the
doorknob to his room and when the door finally opened, the two of them tumbled
through it, just barely landing on his messy, unmade bed. She giggled and he
laughed heartily, taking her small face in his hands and kissing her tenderly.
“You're precious,” he told her, tracing her lips with his index finger. He
stood and quickly rid himself of his plaid pajama pants.

“Oh my God,” Katie laughed, “I thought you were never going
to take those things off, you've been wearing them for like, days!”

Dylan looked slightly hurt when he said, “They're comfy.”
Then he looked at her. “And fair's fair, you know,” he suggesting, raising one
eyebrow.

“Meaning?” Katie flirted.

“Meaning,” Dylan said quietly, crawling toward her on the
bed, “that I get to take these off too.” He hooked his thumbs under her shorts
and thong and pulled them slowly down. She lifted her hips off the bed to help
him and he pulled them over her legs, which he raised above her head. Her feet
rested on his shoulder and he tossed her bottoms on the floor. “Oh God,” he
said, finally seeing her for the first time. She was so small, so beautiful –
and Katie knew exactly where he was looking because he slowly, gingerly parted
her legs. “Oh my God,” he repeated, marveling at the sight of her wet, pink pussy.

She gazed at him from where she was lying, head on his
comfortable pillow, and watched as he looked between her legs hungrily. Dylan
got on his knees on the floor and pulled her whole body to the edge of the bed.
Parting her lips gently, he lowered his mouth to her pussy, licking her from
hole to clit. He let out a little moan, which vibrated throughout her body. She
lifted her hips from the bed in pleasure but he held her tiny body in place
with his strong hands on her waist. “Dylan...” she moaned, drawing out his name
and burying her hands in his thick chestnut hair.

“Yes?” he asked playfully, continuing his sweet torture by
looking up at her through his lashes with his tongue still rubbing her clit
gently.

“Oh my God, don't stop,” she rushed out in a breath.

“Babe, I wasn't planning on it,” he told her, suddenly
giving her clit a hard suck and making her squeal. “You taste so damn good,” he
said gruffly, digging his thumbs into her hipbones. “And I want to make you cum
all over my face,” he told her, his words making her writhe under his steady
grip.

She clutched at his well-worn bed sheets, curling her toes
while Dylan dipped his tongue into her entrance and rolled it. She could feel
her legs start to shake and knew she was close to an earth-shattering orgasm.
Dylan knew it too – he looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin. He reached
his hand up to her mouth, dipping his middle finger in. She licked and sucked
it from base to tip before he resumed his position at the edge of the bed. He
lowered his head once again, breathe hot on her pussy, and slowly slid his
moistened finger inside her, moving in steady, gentle thrusts. He wrapped his
warm lips around her swollen clit and circled it delicately with his tongue.
“Dylan, you feel so good,” Katie moaned. Her words spurred him on, and he
picked up the pace. That quickening sent tremors throughout her whole body. Her
hips started to rise but he quickly placed his forearm over her pelvis and held
it steady, still pumping his finger in and out of her faster and faster.

“I'm gonna cum,” Katie gasped, digging her fingers into his
sheets. “Oh my God I'm gonna cum.” Dylan moaned against her and the vibrations
she felt sent a shudder throughout her entire body. She tried in vain to move
her hips but Dylan's strong arm kept her in place. Her toes curled and the
muscles in her legs twitched as she cried out, shaking and spent. Dylan lapped
up her cum and moaned.

“Jesus Christ, Katie, you taste so fucking good,” he
drawled. Dylan looked at her face while she basked in the afterglow. “Have
fun?” he smirked, bragging.

“Oh shut up,” she said lazily, swatting at him weakly though
she couldn't reach.

He raised his eyebrows. “Shut up?” he repeated. “Did you
just tell me to shut up?”

She smirked, propping herself up on her elbows. “I did,” she
conceded. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“So fucking
bratty
,” he said in admiration. “God, I
love that. And what am I going to do about it?” he asked her, cradling her in
his arms as he placed her delicately on the bed length-wise. He held himself up
above her, looking down at her naked body on his bed. “I'm going to fucking
destroy you,” he growled seductively. Without warning, he plunged into her to
the hilt. Katie cried out.

“Dylan!” she yelled.

“Dylan what?” he purred.

“Dylan,” she moaned. “Fuck, you're huge. You're going to
tear me apart.”

He laughed. “No, I won't,” he told her. He leaned down and
whispered in her ear, “But thanks for the compliment.” She squirmed beneath
him, desperate for him to keep going, and he obliged. He gave a few more hard
thrusts, nearly making her hit her head on the wall behind them, before he
started his rhythmic pumping. Katie felt him filling her, moving within her,
his breathy moans in her ear. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders,
gliding her hand up to entangle her fingers in his hair. She sighed and moaned,
clenching tightly around him and he kissed her, a tender, sweet kiss that
caught her off guard. She'd never actually been kissed during sex before. It
was a welcome sort of different. “God, you're beautiful,” he breathed.

Katie felt herself moving toward that cliff again – she
couldn't prevent falling off of it for much longer. She was letting out little
panting moans, wrapping her legs around his and feeling the friction of her
smooth legs on his hairy ones. “Dylan,” she cautioned. “You're making me...”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, sliding in and out of her
slowly. “I know. Just...ride it out,” he advised, his movements becoming more
jerky and less controlled. He was reaching the end too.

She smiled slightly and kissed him. “Cum with me,” she
whispered, losing her breath. Her words propelled him forward and soon they
were both erupting, wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace. Dylan
pulled out at the last moment, spilling himself onto her stomach with a husky
moan. He flopped down by her side, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Wow,” he said in a quick breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Katie said, more content and sated than she'd felt
in a long time.

He looked over at her, his dimpled half-smile in place.
“Sorry about that,” he said, motioning to the mess he'd left on her stomach. “I
wasn't sure if you were on the pill or...”

“No, it's fine,” she said quickly. “I am. I'll go get
cleaned up,” she said, making a move to stand. He grabbed her arm.

“Here,” he said, chucking a clean towel from his laundry
pile at her. “Stay with me a while.”

She stared at him. “You don't...want me to go?” she asked,
genuinely confused.

“Of course I don't want you to go, dummy,” he laughed. “Get
over here,” he commanded playfully, holding out his arms.

She wiped her stomach clean and cautiously moved toward him.
She felt like this was a trap of some kind. “Okay...” she said, voice full of
trepidation. “Why?”

“Because I want to cuddle! Can't a guy want to cuddle?” he
asked her, eyes clear and friendly. After a pause, they darkened. “Has nobody
ever wanted to cuddle with you after...”

“Nope,” she said quickly, gaze averted.

“Well there's a first time for everything, get over here,”
he said, gently pulling her toward him. “See, this is nice.”

It was nice. She was wrapped up in his arms like before on
the couch, only now they were more connected. She had her head on his chest.
She could hear his heart beating, gradually slowing down from its very recent
exertion. He smoothed her hair with his hand and kissed her on the forehead.
“Wow,” he repeated.

“We probably shouldn't have done that,” Katie said. After a
beat, she giggled.

He laughed. “Yeah, probably not.”

Soon they were both cracking up at what they'd just done.

“Mom and Bill would freak the fuck out!” Katie squealed.

“Oh my God, I can't imagine their faces,” Dylan added,
chuckling with tears in his eyes.

“Jesus Christ, we screwed up,” Katie laughed, snuggling into
him deeper.

“Ah,” Dylan said, waving her statement away, “whatever. What
they don't know won't hurt them.”

She looked up at him, beaming, and kissed his cheek. “We are
so stupid,” she smiled.

“The dumbest,” he agreed, a twinkle in his green eyes. “But
I like it,” he smiled, dropping another sweet kiss on the top of her head.

“Me too,” she smiled.