Page 36 of The Score We Never Settled

“Briggs, just be nice and…calm.”

“Calm.” He rolls the word around like it’s foreign to him. “Alright.”

“And then we can see if my uncle chills a little on the judging.”

I can’t say I’m throwing all my faith in this.

It’s a long shot.

I’m not sure if my uncle willeverlike Briggs, no matter what he does or doesn’t do, but we can at least try.

We have to try.

“Whatever you wanna do, Short Stop.” He takes that second and slowly shoves two fingers inside me, making my thighs clench around his hand. “I’m only here to serve.”

He begins pumping, causing a delirious swell to form in my stomach.

“Briggs,” I mewl, cupping the back of his neck as he begins making out with my neck. “I want you.”

“I want you, too,” he returns against my heated flesh. “But I’m not going to fuck you until Cruz isn’t your fuckin’ boyfriend.”

I would think he’d want to just to spite his high school rival, but Briggs has been completely hung up on all the titles lately.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I retort weakly. “You know that.”

“I know that. But no oneelseknows that.”

“It’s temporary.”

“Good.” He sucks on my throat for a few seconds, still working my pussy while he does, and I’m barely able to stand on my two feet. Everything he does always feels so damn good to me. “Then it won’t be long now.”

See, that’s the thing I think he underestimates—Uncle Ben’s stubbornness. Who knows when he’ll let his prejudice go on Briggs and trust me enough to know what I’m doing.

He does with everything else.

“I can’t wait,” I argue. “I just want to be yours.”

“You are mine. And you’re a virgin, so—” He pulls his head back and looks dead in my eyes for a moment. “Youarea virgin, right?”

My brows furrow. “Are you serious?”

He frowns and stops working me. “You’re not.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes—no…yes.”

“Which one is it?”

“It matters,” he claims. “I don’t want to…have your first time in a closet.”

I smile. “Why not? Who cares?”

“I care.”

“I don’t.” He opens his lips, but I add, “And it’s you.”

He glowers at me. “Damn it, Layla Jean, why do you do this to me?”