Chapter 74 Take me to your place.
Uriel's POV
Silver and gold -
I didn't have
But if I could give Ryder the world, I would.
Yeah, y'all can vacate to the moon or something.
I mean, you'd agree with me that he deserved that.
He made me feel more like myself.
He was so attentive and so sweet, it was too good to be true.
There should be some catch, right?
Do these type of men exist at all?
He said he didn't want to share me but he invited our friends, surprising me with a small party - just for me.
I couldn't be more happy.
He knew exactly how to get to me.
So I was going to return the favor. I needed to pull him out of the dark.
"What are you doing here by this time? Dressed in that?" He eyed me up and down, holding the door open.
"Dress up into something ...sporty. Bring your keys too." I smiled.
"Since when did you become a sport person?" Ryder frowned slightly
"Just gooo!"
"Okay, okay!" He threw his hand up, leaving the door open as he went back inside.
Trust me, I wasn't a sport person and I knew that if I entered into that house to take a sit, bitch I'm staying over.
So I quietly stood outside, tapping my foot and checking the time on my phone.
Just at about eight minutes, he came out. Darting my tongue around my lips, I looked him up and down - slowly.
"You like?"
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him without stress. My body collided into his, my hands going around his neck.
"I can make do with this?"
"Mhm-hmm." He smirked, leaning down halfway. "Make do?"
"I think I prefer the you without shirts on." My lips broke into a smile. I couldn't hold it back. Not when he was smiling back at me so cutely.
"Tell me more," he didn't wait for me to reply as he covered the space between our lip, crashing his against mine.
A soft moan escaped my lips when his tongue explored the corners of my mouth. My insides were heating up already. The heat didn't stop there, they crawled to my vee-jay, a dull ache pulsating.
"Fuck." Ryder muttered, resting his forehead on mine. "You're so fucking addictive." His hands slowly trailed to my back, moving down until they were cupping my ass.
Panting heavily, I broke out of his grip.
I wasn't going to let him distract me.
"Maybe, if you beat me... I could give you something to fantasized about all weekend."
"I'm pumped." He took my hand in his, leading me to the car where he opened the door for me.
My legs bobbed up and down as I led him to the court. I really didn't know how he'd take it.
But I wasn't going to give up.
"Uriel..."
"Don't back away. Please." My hand found his thigh, giving it a light squeeze.
Without waiting for him, I jumped out of the car, turning round to open his door and pull him out.
Surprisingly, he followed.
Though his steps were stiff.
"I don't want to do this," he shook his head, snatching his hand away from mine.
My heart ached.
"Why did you bring me here?" His voice was cold, his eyes hard for a split second before I saw it.
Fear was evident in those dark green eyes.
"To watch me."
His forehead creased, his eyes squinted. "To watch you do what?"
"Play, baby. " Smirking, I walked up to the basketball. Shutting my eyes, I held it firmly.
Hell, I didn't even know how they played these.
Sure, I had watched him and other guys play it a few times but. I had never tried it out.
There was a first time for everything.
"You don't play basketball."
"True."
"You can't play basketball."
Putting on my game face, I smirked. "How do you know that?"
"Okay. I'll watch you then," he scoffed, standing by the corner, his eyes settling on me.
"Sure you don't want to challenge me? Winner gets a reward."
"No can do. I'm not interested." His tone was sharp for a minute then he sighed, his eyes soft. "Look, I'm sorry. I just -"
"I understand."
I threw the ball on the floor, trying to bounce it - I failed. The ball just didn't bounce.
Ha!
My eyes instantly moved to meet Ryder's sinister smirk.
"It's just warm up." I nodded, picking the ball up. "I'll just shoot and show you what I've got."
He nodded at me to go ahead
I went close to the net - boy, it was high as hell. I lifted my body up, throwing the ball but it just fell.
Warm up. I lied again.
Then I threw again and again and -
They didn't hit.
They freaking didn't hit.
Frustrated, I huffed.
A soft laughter filled the air, reminding me that someone was watching. I snapped my head to his direction, throwing a deadly glare at him.
"I'm glad you're entertained."
He walked up to me slowly, taking the ball from me. "You've been getting everything wrong, Kinky. Your stance, your posture, everything."
Folding my arms, I rolled my eyes.
Okay, don't get me wrong but sucking at something was just a terrible feeling.
"Watch me."
My eyes snapped open, my heart swelling. This was it.
My face brightened instantly as he began to bounce the ball effortlessly and with one hand, he threw it ...right into the fucking net!
No fucking stress.
"Luck," I shrugged when he looked at me.
"Of course."
He picked another ball, jogging it until he got to the net, jumped up and slammed it into the net, hanging up with one hand on the ring.
"Bro!" Someone yelled from the door, startling me. "That was some sick move."
Ryder's face turned into a scowl as he walked back to me.
"Think we could play?"
Ryder shared a look with me. I nodded at him.
"No. We were just leaving," he blatantly said, not sparing the guy a glance.
"Just 3 shots and that's all. I could learn a lot from you. You look like you know what you're doing." The guy said, walking to to him.
"I said no."
"Sorry, my boyfriend hates challenges. Sometimes I think he's scared." I pouted. "Let's go baby."
"I do not hate challenges," Ryder growled, eyeing me. "Uriel, you know..."
"Yeah right. If you don't, you prove it."
"Yeah!" The stranger guy concurred, throwing a ball at Ryder. He catched it so fast, glaring at the guy.
"Let's get this done in 5 minutes." Ryder frowned, jogging the ball. His game face was on.
Happily, I rushed to the bleacher at the front, my hand clasped together as I watched him.
Nothing should go wrong, please.
They started playing and damn, my man was a beast in this shit. He didn't even need to sway his body so much.
In fact, he didn't even act like he was competing. He just blocked, spun and shot from different angles.
The other guy got worked up and super competitive, putting Ryder on his toes too. It was so intense, they were almost tying up until Ryder entered the zone and ...
Pew! Pew!! Pew!!!
7-5
The beep in the guys wristwatch blared, signaling the end of the match.
"Good one." He smiled at Ryder.
"You too." Ryder told him, walking up to me with a frown.
Uh-oh.
Was I in trouble?
I stood up immediately, swallowing hard.
"You're in a lot of trouble, missy," he growled lowly, pulling me into him by my waist.
"You did it!" I squeaked out, smiling brightly. "Your leg works perfectly fine. You didn't feel any pain or fall or anything you feared of."
His face went hard and then white as if he had seen a ghost. Slowly, his eyes lit up and his lips cracked into a full blown smile.
"Fuck, I did it. I played, Uriel." He pulled away, swinging his leg. He jumped up, bewilderment evident in his eyes. "I fucking played!"
He pumped his fist in the air for a few seconds and then rushed to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.
"Fuck, thank you so much Uriel." He whispered. "I could kiss you right now."
My hand clutched his shirt, "what's stopping you?"
He pulled back a little, enough to stay face to face with me. He wrapped his hand around my neck, capturing my lips into his mouth.
It was hungry, hot and more demanding. The way he sucked on my lower lips; the way he tugged lightly on it, made me whole body heat up with something deeper - desire.
My hips grinded into his, making him snap his head back.
"Kinky..."
Panting, I nodded. "I'm ready, Ry."
"Are you -"
"Take me to your place," I placed my hand on his lips. "I want you now."