Free Selling the Drama by Theresa Smith Page B

unable to believe what he'd just heard come out of her
mouth. "You can't say shit like that! What is wrong with you?"
    Charlotte pouted, her hands on her hips.
"Ellie was going to come on to you. She was going to try and sink
her claws into what's mine and there was no way I was about to let
that happen."
    Her possessiveness was thrilling, yet the
excitement of it was considerably dampened by the fact she had told
her best friend he was a fag. She had no idea, standing there in
front of him, what damage she had possibly done to his reputation.
People believed this sort of shit, hung onto it, recycled it and
built it up into something they could later smash you to pieces
with. He knew this; he had seen it, had participated in doing it to
other people. He pointed at her, angry at her impulsiveness, at her
uncontained jealousy. "You need to fix this before she spreads it
around. I'm not kidding, fix it!" He picked up his kit bag and
headed to his room, intent on having a shower. He was hot, filthy,
covered in sweat, and now completely pissed off.
    He threw his bag on the floor and pulled his
jersey up over his head. Charlotte appeared in the doorway, a
contrite expression upon her face.
    "I'm sorry. For upsetting you. I couldn't
help it. It was either tell her that or throw her down the stands.
I went with the wrong option, I'm only human." She gave him a shrug
and then entered the room, crossing to stand before him. She lifted
her hand and placed her fingertip onto his stomach, running her
fingernail along the waistband of his shorts.
    "Yeah, well, you still need to fix it." He
trembled as she hooked her finger into his shorts, taking a step
closer to him.
    "I will. I'll ring her soon. She won't be
home yet, I diverted her attentions so I expect she'll be quite
busy about now. I'll make something up, don't worry. But you have
to try and understand where I was coming from. It's hard just
sitting and listening to your friend talk about how much she wants
to get your boyfriend's dick inside of her." She leaned forward,
pressing her lips to the centre of his chest, kissing him lightly
before drawing back to inhale his skin.
    Putting his hands onto her hips, he squeezed
them gently. "She wanted my dick in her? And you intercepted
that?"
    Charlotte hit him then, in the middle of the
chest, right where her lips had caressed him only moments ago. "Say
that again, arsehole!"
    He laughed, reaching out for her once more,
wedging his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, pulling her
up against him. "The most ridiculous thing about this, is that
you've completely overlooked the fact that I wouldn't have said yes
to her. I would have blown her off, and that would have been the
end of it. Give me some credit. Why would I want her, when I can
have you?"
    Charlotte trailed her tongue along his jaw.
"If I hadn't said something then, I would've had to sit and listen
to her go on and on about how hot you are, how big she thinks your
dick is, what she was going to let you do to her, and so on, and so
on. I have had these conversations before, they never change. I
can't listen to that about you. I just can't."
    Her sincerity was obvious and Toby felt
himself give in to her. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he
kissed her behind her ear. "How about I go and have a shower and
then you can make it up to me in whatever way you want."
    "No." Charlotte latched onto him, curling
her arms around his neck and sinking her teeth into the fleshy part
of his chest, sucking and biting. He gasped, flinching at the
sensation, pulling her closer and feeling himself grow hard for
her.
    "Charlotte, I'm so dirty. Seriously, I won't
take long to have a shower."
    She pulled her mouth from his chest, licking
the mark she'd just made. "No. I like you dirty. You can have a
shower later."
    Toby looked down at her, his gaze resting on
her mouth. He loved her lips, especially the pout of her bottom
lip. She didn't have her braces anymore, and while they had done
nothing