her legs beginning to weaken and her breathing quickened as her tongue found his to dance. Blake knew he should be walking a fine line in her parent’s home, but he couldn’t help the way it felt so good to stroke her until she shuddered against him. He pinned her against the wall to keep her from falling and milked her until she was breathless and her cheeks were crimson. A wisp of her hair clung to her forehead and she pulled it away with shaking hands as she buttoned her jeans and fixed her top. “You’re going to be in so much trouble if they ever find out about that,” she whispered to him harshly, but the smile on her lips told him it was well worth it. “Who’s ever going to tell?” he asked as he quietly opened the door and allowed her to slip through the crack. He heard her tiptoeing back to her room and assumed she was going to freshen up before she went down to the dinner table. Blake went back in to wash his hands and comb his hair. He took stock of his suit and figured it wouldn’t hurt to change into something more comfortable. He pulled out a pair of dark green slacks and a gray shirt. It was the most colorful he’d gotten since he’d been with Aiyana. He only hoped her folks could appreciate the effort he was putting in. Blake took stock of himself in the mirror and put on a pair of dark brown shoes.
Chapter Nine
“Hanley, catch!” The football was whizzing directly for his face and for an instant he wondered if they thought of him as soft because he had money. He’d been reluctant to accept the invitation to the game because he hadn’t a pair of jeans in his wardrobe, but Row had been nice enough to lend him a pair that was too long for his taste. They actually fit pretty snug on Blake, and he noticed the way Aiyana kept staring at him as he played with her brothers. The previous evening’s dinner had gone well, if well meant a few grunts from Richard and endless chattering about the neighborhood from Theresa. Aiyana’s sister hadn’t shown yet, and her third brother was still missing in action from the previous afternoon, but no one seemed too concerned about it. It must have been a common occurrence. Blake caught the spiraling football and took off down the right side of their makeshift field, the back yard. He skirted the edge of the pool and heard the slap of his sneakers on the concrete as he leaped over one of the lawn chairs and tumbled on the other side. He almost lost his grip on the ball, but he knew he was safe as soon as he heard the cheering from the sidelines. Aiyana was smiling as her hands game together in front of her and Row was cheering about a touchdown as he helped Blake to his feet. “You alright? You took a bit of a tumble there,” Row stated between chuckles. Allen leaned on his knees and tried to catch his breath. “You’d better let him get in the last touchdown,” Row said under his breath as he turned away from his brother and looked out at the hedge leading to the neighbor’s house. “Allen’s a bit competitive.” “So am I,” Blake stated as he stood up and dusted the grass off his jeans. “Sorry about the pants. I’ll replace them.” “It’s not a big deal. They’re just pants,” Row shrugged it off before loping off to see if his brother was up for another game. Aiyana sashayed up to him while pulling her hair back with a hair tie. “You’d better watch your back,” she told him as she picked up the ball. “You’re going to play?” he asked her skeptically. She looked at her fingernails with a raised eyebrow and shrugged a shoulder. “I’m pretty quick on my feet.” He felt a fluttering in the pit of his stomach when she looked up from beneath her eye lashes and smiled at him. Aiyana tossed the ball to her brother and they squared off in the center of the yard again. Blake was keenly aware of the way Theresa and Richard were watching them play, but he was more concerned about Allen standing in front of him with