Chapter 22
I’m watching her again,my eyes glued to the ball cap covering her face, her long, wavy hair spilling over her back as she reads her book in the cafeteria.
I’m a bastard for listening to her come. I leaned against the door between us and did my best not to come in my jeans, listening to her soft moans as she fucked herself with my spit.
Fuck.
I can’t get that night out of my head. The way she reacted to me. The way she let me touch her. The way she obeyed me. God. I want it to happen again. I want to explore every inch of her body and claim it as my own. I want to see what it takes to make her scream my name. I want to own her, inside and out.
“Hey, Kai,” Madison says, perching her ass on the table between me and Damon, her long, bare legs dangling off the edge.
Damon slides his eyes to mine but doesn’t say anything. He was ready to beat my ass the other night for sneaking away from the party to go to Hailey’s, but he got over it when I told him Derek wasn’t there.
“I thought the coffee girl was yours,” Madison says, trailing a long, pearly white fingernail over the black swirls of ink on my forearm.
I don’t take my eyes off Hailey, but I don’t pull away from Madison’s touch, either. “She is mine.”
“Why is she sitting by herself instead of with you, then?”
Because she doesn’t want to sit with me. I could force her like before, but I’m over that. I want her to come to me on her own.
“It’s pretty obvious you’re just fucking with her,” Madison continues. “Aren’t you bored yet?”
Ryan and Rachel are sitting opposite us at our usual table, his arm around her shoulders. They both try not to laugh at me while I continue staring at Hailey behind them, willing her to look up.
Come on, baby. Look at me.
She doesn’t.
She either doesn’t care or doesn’t even notice that another girl wants a piece of me.
Madison puts her lips near my ear, her fingers trailing up to my shoulder. “Come on, babe. Don’t you miss me?”
Rachel snorts. Madison sneers at her, her eyes raking over her blood red hair and the strapless top she’s wearing. “Whore.”
“Says the whore,” Rachel mutters, clamping her hand over Ryan’s mouth when he opens it to defend his girl. “Fuck off, cheerleader.”
“Make me.”
“Nah.” She smirks as she leans back into the crook of Ryan’s arm, flicking her eyes to Damon, then tipping her chin at the doors behind us. “I wanna watch Callie beat your bony ass when she sees how close you are to her boy.”
Madison whips hear head around, her eyes flashing with fear briefly before she realizes Callie isn’t there. Still, she scoots away from Damon, bringing her even closer to me.
Rachel grins. “Pussy.”
Madison huffs angrily. “I don’t have a bony ass.”
“That’s not what Kai said.”
I barely contain my laugh. I never said that, but I’ll let her have it.
Madison looks furious. “Bitch, I’ll?—”
“Madison,” I say, removing her hand from my shoulder when Hailey continues reading her book, completely oblivious to me. “Go.”
She has the balls to glare at me, then at Rachel as she slides her ass off the table. Once she’s gone, I stand up and walk toward Hailey, shaking my head with a chuckle when she snatches her stuff up and heads for the doors, throwing her half eaten tray of food in the trash on her way out. She hasn’t looked at me once since I sat down twenty minutes ago, but it seems she’s more aware of me than I thought.
I follow her through the double doors, stopping with a frown when I don’t see her in the hall. The little runner’s already gone.
How does she do that?