Chapter Twenty-Eight: Possessed by a Sex Demon

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I woke up and groaned, my head was pounding and I didn't even drink that much. The last thing I wanted to do today was jump up and down with a smile on my face cheering. I was beginning to think I was a horrible cheerleader. It was the last game before the winter break and knowing that was the only reason I managed to force myself out of my bed. I groaned again realizing that meant soon I would have to go home and live with my mother for a few weeks.

After showering and brushing my teeth I walked back into my room and threw my phone on my bed. I thought back to last night and how Warner left me against that wall and felt my face flush.

Warner. I wondered if his dad would be at the game today and what he would want the score to be. I wish he would open up to me about it, I didn't want to push but I doubted Warner had many people to open up to about it.

I grabbed my phone intending to send him a text but after opening our conversation thread my mind went blank. I changed into my uniform and put my hair in a high pony. I felt so tired but I knew it couldn't just be because of going out, It also had to do with the juice cleansing I was trying to do when Warner wasn't cooking for me and forcing meals down my throat.

As if on cue there was a single knock on my door before Warner came barreling through with his uniform on and his hand was holding a chocolate chip muffin and a coffee. I loved chocolate chip muffins and he knew that. I swear this man was either trying to give me diabetes or bring Jiggly Juliet back. I should be annoyed but all I could think about is last night and his touch on my-

Get your mind out of the gutter Grayson

Warner grinned at me like he knew where my mind went and he placed the muffin and coffee on my desk. Was I supposed to get up and hug him? Kiss him? I had no idea how this stuff worked and I didn't even know what we are. Why did I have to be so inexperienced and embarrassing?

Warner didn't seem to notice my inner dialogue because he just strode over to my desk and played with the ribbon in my hair.

"Is your dad coming to the game today?"

He frowned at my question. "Yes. Why?."

"Just wondering, he kind of scares me" I blurt out and mentally slap myself. But Warner just laughs to himself. Although I could see in his body language that he felt the same way and my heart clenched at the thought.

He sat down on my bed and when my gaze landed on his face, it was so serious...so damn serious. His cheek was twitching and his jaw was clenched as if he was trying hard not to say anything.

My feet carry me over to him and I sit right next to him our thighs touching. "You can tell me anything you know, you can trust me." I reached out and touched his forearm lightly and his eyes snapped up to mine. It was rare I initiated contact but I wanted him to trust me and tell me about his dad.

"I just-" he started but closed his lips again and his jaw clenched in frustration. "I am just nervous about the game today, we can't lose."

I try to not let the disappointment show on my face that he didn't tell me the truth. Well, I guess he kind of did, it must mean his dad bet on West Shores winning today. I hated seeing him like this, he wasn't his normal cocky self and I didn't think it was possible but I missed it.

I was glad he would get a break from soccer after this game. I know he loved playing but I couldn't imagine the pressure his dad put on him. I wanted to be there for him like he was there for me.

I stood up and moved to my desk missing the warmth of Warner's body against mine but I had an idea. I grabbed my lucky ribbon from my desk drawer and walked back over to Warner. "Put your hand out."

He did so without much complaint and I tied my lucky ribbon around his wrist like a bracelet. I thought he might be confused as to why I did but he seemed to recognize the ribbon right away.

"Your lucky ribbon. You're giving it to me" he looked up at me and I swear my heart burst. He blinked, and then blinked some more as his hand touched the ribbon on his wrist. Like I had gifted him a Rolex and not some fabric.

"I am shocked you recognize it."

"You have worn this in your hair for every test we ever had. I am pretty sure I used to try to pull it out so you would stop getting a better mark than me." he laughed pulling at the ribbon.

"Well, no need to steal it because it's yours now. There is no way you can lose the game today with it on your wrist. Plus you have your own personal cheerleader on the sidelines so technically win or lose you win because you have me." I smile standing in front of him so his head was directly in front of my chest. He had to look up to make eye contact. I don't know where this confidence came from but I was pretty sure it had to do with how he looked at me.

He stood up smiling and our eyes locked, our lips meeting in a featherlight kiss. No tongue. No urgency. Just Gentle.

"Thank you" he whispers. "I will see you at the game. Make sure to eat that muffin for fuel."

Minutes later after I got myself together I grabbed the coffee, left the muffin on my desk and made my way to Abby's room.

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When we arrived at the field, ready to start with the cheers, we saw the other team's squad also hopping around in their own uniforms, waving to the side of the bleachers where their school supporters were seated.

Amy signalled the drums to start hitting and we grabbed our pompoms, jumping up and down in synch to get our school crowd going, chanting some of our school cheers. The audience soon became louder when the players slowly went out one by one, as they moved out from the changerooms.

Warner came marching out with his game face on, his eyes were so focused to the point that he drowned out the screams from the girls he passed by. He glanced up at the stands and I followed his gaze to his dad who mouthed something to him. I was no lip reader but I knew it must be the score he wanted today. The only thing that made me smile was when I looked down at his wrist and saw he had my ribbon tied around it, exactly where I put it hours earlier.

I wish I could do something, I felt so powerless. I tried to catch his eye from where I stood even though I knew it would be impossible. The team was huddled together but when I gazed over at him he snapped his head up as if he felt my stare. He looked at me and our eyes met and he seemed to relax a little. I smiled and pointed to his wrist and then to me to remind him he won either way. I could see his body vibrate with a laugh so I turned back to my team.

I smiled even wider knowing Emily was watching me like a hawk and she did not look happy. I would take a scowl from her over the normal verbal abuse she threw at me. Especially since Sierra and her are in contact. 

The first half flew by so quickly and during the entire half, the cheerleaders did not rest. To say I was tired was putting it lightly. With the large and hot lights along with the jumping and dancing, it was hard not to feel lightheaded. I should've eaten that dumb muffin.

When the halftime whistle blew we were losing 1-0 and every time I looked to the stands I saw Warner's dad mumbling something to the man beside him and he did not look happy. Warner came off the field looking tired and worried. The guys were going back to the changerooms but I caught up with Warner before he could join the rest of his team.

"Warner come here." I waved him over and there was a smile on his face for the first time since the game started. He walked over and I pulled him against the side of the building.

Before he could protest I pressed my body into his and with the utmost nonchalance, I dragged my hand to where the hem of his jersey has ridden up slightly. Then I snuck my fingers beneath it and lightly stroked the hard plane of his stomach causing his breath to hitch. "What are you doing?" his voice is raspy but he doesn't make a move to stop me.

Fighting a smile, I tease him with soft kisses on the side of his neck, angling my body so he'll be sure to feel the heat of me against his thigh. The bulge in his shorts grew and hardened into a long thick ridge that pushed up against the fabric. I kiss his throat, feeling the strong tendons straining, his Adam's apple flutters beneath my lips.

I run my fingertips below the waistband of his shorts, making his stomach muscles clench. I had no idea where this was coming from or what sex demon possessed me at this moment. Perhaps it was from all of the smutty books I read or cosmopolitan magazines I snuck in my room as a teenager but it was working.

I brush my fingers right on the waistband of his boxers but stop. It seems Warner had also stopped breathing. I brush my lips to his ear and whisper "When I'm watching you on the field all I can think about is your hands all over my body. And I want to touch you." I touch the bulge in his shorts. "I want to feel you." 

His eyes were blazing yet he said nothing, his hands trapped behind his body. As if he were physically restraining himself.  I got a thrill seeing him as flustered for once. But I had a plan and I couldn't get distracted. I took my hand out of his shorts and he snapped out of the trance he was in.

"I would love to finish this conversation but I'm afraid it can only happen if you win the game. I don't touch players on the losing team...I have a reputation to uphold!" I gave him a devilish smile and the shock on his face was hilarious. Slowly that shock turned to determination as he rearranged himself in his shorts.

His voice was rough as he said "There is no way I am not winning this game now,". His eyes were wholly dark as he spoke.

I sauntered away back to the cheerleaders leaving him against the wall to rearrange himself in peace. I was just trying to ensure he would win the game tonight but I guess this was also revenge for last night. I did say I would get him back.

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Warner was having the best game of his soccer career according to the Sports Commentators on the field and I couldn't help but giggle to myself. He was a force to be reckoned with on the pitch, scoring two goals and setting up Adam for a third. I did not miss the way he looked over at me after every goal,  giving a feral purely male smile.

Even Warner's dad was smiling in the stands which was rare. It bothered me that helping Warner meant helping his asshole father. I wish I could wipe that smug smile off of his face. 

The final whistle blew and we cheered running onto the field, but I was only running to one person. Warner was surrounded by fans and his teammates with a huge grin on his face. I knew the grin wasn't just because they won the game. I was nervous, I had talked a big game against that wall but my virgin ass was sweating. Warner didn't even know I was a virgin, he hadn't asked. Was I supposed to tell him?

Even crowded with people Warner's gaze found mine and I smiled back at him as he sauntered over. "I don't know if you heard but we won" he whispered into my ear as he pulled me into him. I wrapped my arms around him and smiled into his chest.

Suddenly his body stiffened and I knew that meant someone was close. Sure enough, I turned around and saw Warner's dad standing by the gates to the parking lot looking our way. All he gave Warner was a thumbs up and nod before turning and walking out of the stadium.

Warner didn't seem to care he just pulled me closer and his hands lowered to graze the bottom of my skirt. His fingers from one hand slid up and rested on my ass. His face pointed down toward me, fixed on every feature of my face. The smile slowly faded from my lips and I'm acutely aware of every inch of our skin making contact. My heart is beating in time with his through his shirt.

"I told you that ribbon was lucky" I breathed.

He tipped my head toward him with his index finger, keeping me trained on him and the primal look on his face. His eyes look heavy, filled with dark desire, and a shock runs up through my core. Everything around us disappears and all I can sense is him.

"What are you doing to me," he whispers. His face is lowering and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for soft lips to press against mine. My whole body is on fire, holding my breath for his touch.

The best part was I had no idea what I was doing





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