Testing Limits (Shadow Ridge Series #2)

Chapter 22

"Why?" I ask, confused when he steps away from me, his helmet now in my left hand since he took is off after we made the three guys take a couple together in honor of the final game of their first normal season together on varsity. "Where are you going?"

"Hold on Kayl," he answers simply as he steps behind me.

"Lucas, what-" I squeal when he unexpectedly lifts me up and rests my thighs on his shoulders with his hands grabbing onto them tightly to hold me there, earning laughs from our entire group of friends. "Shit," I gasp as he stands up straight, his hands keeping me firmly in place on his shoulders.

"I got you," he responds, his smirk and eye roll not missed in his tone.

"Don't be rude," I huff, unsuccessfully kicking him in his side with my right foot despite trying my best to do so. The failed attempt only makes him laugh at me even more and I do the only thing I can think of, grabbing onto his sweaty hair.

"Fuck," he hisses, tilting his head back to look up at me, only to meet me with darkened eyes.

Oh fuck. Bad idea, bad idea.

"Okay, let's not do that here," Savannah chuckles.

"Yeah, we don't need the quarterback getting a semi when his girlfriend is on shoulders," Whitney snickers in reply.

"Shut the fuck up," Lucas grumbles, angling the girls with a stern glare.

"Whatever," Whitney rolls her eyes. "Kayl, put his helmet on before he gets hard."

"Whitney!" I shriek, wanting nothing more than to chuck Lucas's helmet at her, but she only howls with laughter.

"Whitney, I swear to God, take the damn picture before I put her down to kick your ass," Lucas snaps.

"Oh please, you wouldn't touch me," Whitney counters him.

"Fucking try me Greene, you're pushin' it."

"Yeah, okay," she snickers again with yet another eye roll.

Shit, Whitney is fucking playing with fire tonight.

What else is new though when it comes to her relationship with Lucas? We all know Lucas wouldn't actually follow through on his threat to hurt her.

"Seriously, helmet on, picture, we're done. That's it," she says to me, snapping her fingers.

"No way am I putting this thing on," I tell her, lifting the helmet out from where I had it resting against my waist to wave it gently in the air.

"Yes, you are."

"But it's stinky and sweaty," I whine.

"It's going to take ten seconds," she replies.

"Stop being a baby and just put on the damn helmet," Savannah joins in.

"Suck it up buttercup," Whitney smirks.

"Fine," I huff just to shut the two of them up. "I hate you both," I sass them.

"Yeah, yeah," Whitney brushes me off.

I grimace as I pull the helmet over my head and i was right, it doesn't smell the best and is pretty much drenched in sweat. I hold my breath and try my best to smile at the same time, luckily the front of the helmet should help hide the expression I'm trying to hide for the sake of the picture.

"Done," Aubrey pipes up after what feels more like a lifetime of me wearing Lucas's helmet.

"Thank God," I sigh, quickly wiping the helmet off and breathing in the fresh air.