Chapter 15 - Drunken propersitions

Ryder’s POV

This is not how I expected this night to end. We had won our first game of the season, and Keegan actually seemed to be enjoying herself in my presence for once during our post-game celebration. We had had quite a few dates now, and even though we seemed to be fooling everyone around us into thinking we were the perfect couple, I always saw through her act. I still felt the subtle tense of her muscles when I touched her or held her close, her smiles at me didn’t quite reach the entire way, and when she kissed me, it always felt like she was holding back like it was more of a chore than anything else. But this was just a means to an end to both of us, wasn’t it? I wasn’t sure why it bugged me so much.

But tonight, she seemed to relax a bit. I wasn’t sure if it was just the tequila loosening her up or if she was actually starting to like being around me, but either way, I loved this side of her. It was like the walls of responsibility and duty that she had built up around herself over the years were starting to crumble, and the real Keegan was starting to show through, the twenty-four year old playful, carefree woman she should have always been.

And playful she was, she was sitting on my lap half the night, off dancing with her friend Mackenna and April and very flirty with me. It was a nice change from the glares and silent treatment I usually got. It was late by the time we left the bar. I had only had a couple of beers, so I was still clearheaded enough to drive home, listening to Keegan sing along with the radio as I drove her home and let me tell you, she may have had a talent for designing clothes, but her talents did not extend to singing. It was just plain awful, but I didn’t mind.

Even with her high heels in her hand instead of on her feet, she was still a little unsteady when she got out of the car, so I thought I would do the gentlemanly thing and walk her to her room. Just to make sure she made it there and I didn’t wake up to her passed out in the hallway in the morning. But this girl was full of surprises tonight, and instead of going into her room and closing the door behind her, she kissed me. I decided to kiss her goodnight on the cheek, and she turned her head at the last minute, so my lips landed on hers. This kiss and the one that followed when she pulled me into her room were not like the ones we had had on our dates. They were filled with passion and desire, and god, they were incredibly hot. I just wanted more.

As if reading my mind, Keegan pulled away from our kiss and pulled off the top she was wearing, revealing the champagne, full lace, demi-cup bra hidden beneath. Her nipples were already pebbled and showing through the sheer material. I wanted so much to lean down and draw one of those nipples into my mouth and so much more. Unfortunately, my mind had finally caught up with my body, and I realised two things, she was drunk, and the feelings she had for me right now would probably not be there when she woke up in the morning.

I had a rule when it came to sleeping with women, and that was that I never had sex with a girl when they were inebriated beyond being able to be responsible for their actions. It wasn’t the kind of guy I was, and I knew I needed to stop whatever was happening now before it went any further.
I got so distracted by her bra and what was beneath it that I didn’t answer her straight away when she asked what I was waiting for. Ahe must have gotten impatient because she reached out and tugged my t-shirt up and over my body and tossed it onto the ground behind me before I could react.

When she reached out to touch my bare chest, as much as I wanted her to, I wrapped my hands around her wrists lightly to stop her. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not? It’s not like we aren’t two consenting adults,” She whined, a little pout forming on her lips as she wriggled out of my grasp and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips and down her body until she could kick them off.

I took a few steps back, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. The sight of her matching thong was almost too much, my cock was rock hard and begging to be set free from its painfully constrictive prison in my shorts, and I really wanted to give in, but no, I couldn’t.

Keegan took a step towards me, but I put a hand up to stop her, “I never thought I would ever say this to a woman when she is stripping in front of me but would you please put your clothes back on. I’m begging you.”

She halted in her tracks, and her expression changed, “Look, I know I'm not one of your Laker girls that you are used to but are you seriously turning me down? What the hell do they have that I don’t apart from fake boobs.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What Laker girls?” I queried.

“I saw you with them tonight.” She answered, slurring her words slightly.

I racked my brains trying to figure out what she was on about. The only Laker Girls I remembered were the ones that approached me at the bar tonight to congratulate me on the win. Both of whom were in committed relationships last time I heard. Did some of the girls hit on me and try to get me into bed? Yes, yes, they did. But I always declined. It would become too messy afterwards. I liked women that had nothing to do with the team, especially those that lived out of town. You could sleep with them once and never had to see them again. Not that it stopped the girls from trying, I had entered hotel rooms many times when we were on the road to find one of them waiting for me, but I always sent them packing. I think there was a bet going between them as to who could make me cave first, which is why I think they kept trying.

I shook my head at her comment, reaching to the ground to pick up the shirt of mine she discarded earlier and moved toward her as I turned it in the right way before slipping it over her head. It was huge on her, more like a dress than a t-shirt, but at least it covered her up. It lessened the temptation just a little. She didn’t seem to want to comply, but when I raised my eyebrow at her, she complied and slipped her arms through the correct holes.

“When will you ever see yourself clearly, Keegan?” I asked her quietly, “If you were sober right now, we’d be having a completely different conversation.”

“I am sober.” She advised, reaching for me but stumbling a little.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed hold of her before she fell over, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder, ignoring her squeals of protest. “No, you are not, and you will thank me in the morning.”

I walked over towards her bed with her kicking and protesting the entire way until I flipped her off my shoulder and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. I went to leave, but she was too quick, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling down onto the bed next to her, and before I knew it, she was on top of me, straddling my waist.
I groaned as I felt her core pressing against my growing bulge, which made her smile widely, “Well, I think you protest too much because it feels like someone is very, very happy to see me.”

Keegan started grinding against me, forcing me to close my eyes and try to think of something else, anything else, than what was happening right now. Basketball, movies, books, running, what was on my schedule next week. Nope, none of it was helping, and if I didn’t put a stop to this, I was going to explode in my pants like some fifteen year old boy that was getting felt up for the first time. I was better than this. I was a grown man.

I grabbed her by her hips and used my body to flip us over, so I was on top of her with her legs between us, caged in while I used her disorientation to pin her arms above her head. She was unable to move.

“If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask.” She teased me as she tried to break free unsuccessfully.

I gave her a stern look, “This is not happening, Keegan, and I think it's time for you to sleep it off.”

She bit down on her lip but nodded, “Can you stay with me? Just to sleep.”

Sighing, I got off of her and laid down next to her, “As long as you promise not to jump me in my sleep.”

“I promise.” She agreed, “And if I wake up in the morning and still feel the way that I am feeling now?”

“It’s something we can discuss when and if it happens,” I advised her, knowing that the only thing she was probably going to be feeling when she woke up was a nasty headache.

I stared up at the ceiling while I waited for her to pass out. I figured that I would just wait for her to go to sleep and then make my escape, but I must have been more tired than I thought because the next thing I knew, I was straining to open my eyes, and the sun was starting to peek through the curtains. I went to move but was held in place. Looking down, I was surprised to see Keegan laying on her side, her head on my chest, pinning my arm in place on the bed beneath her. She looked so peaceful while she slept.

I reached down with my spare hand picking up a few stray strands of hair that were hiding her face, gently tucking them behind her ear. She sighed softly, her body wriggling as she started to wake up.

When she opened her eyes, I was smiling down at her, “Hey sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?”