Chapter 18 #2
My teeth grind together, and my fingers work the straps a bit rougher. Madison’s body jerks forward.
“Ryder?” she says.
I can’t get the mental image of Mickey’s arm slung around her shoulders out of my head.
They may not have been dating for long, but he pranced her around like a prized pony.
He was proud about getting with her. I don’t know what all they did together, and I don’t want to know because the thought of someone else touching her enrages me.
She’s mine.
Madison is fucking mine. No one is allowed to touch her but me.
I’m the only one who can make her feel good.
I’m the only one who can hear her moans and feel her milking my cock.
“Big brother.”
My muscles lock, and I freeze mid-tug. Slowly, I raise my head. Blood pumps to my dick, turning the chub I’ve been sporting since waking up into a full-on erection.
Madison’s fingers circle my wrist and ease my hand away from her throat. She smooths her other palm down my chest and keeps going until she reaches my stomach. I’m a statue as her fingers curl past the waistline and tug our hips flush together.
“Who hurt you?” she whispers.
Everything in me comes to a screeching halt. I frown as the same emotion from earlier squeezes tighter around my chest.
At my visible confusion, she says, “You don’t care about dying if we crash. Who hurt you so badly to make you apathetic about your life?”
For a split second, I feel seen by her again. I didn’t have to say it out loud. Madison sees my struggle, and instead of antagonizing me about it and saying I’m weak, she asks me who made me feel this way. She fucking cares about me, and that scares the shit out of me.
Who hurt me?
Her fucking father hurt me.
My deadbeat dad hurt me.
My mother turning her back on me hurt me.
Every bully in school hurt me.
The worst part?
Madison fucking hurt me. She hung around the people who thrived off making my life a living hell, and now she wants to pretend she doesn’t know how deep that cut is.
I jerk my wrist out of her hold and step away from her. Madison reaches for me and decides against it when she gets a good look at my fuming expression. She drops her arm and gives me the most pathetic puppy eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Get on the bike,” I growl.
I mount the seat and, despite being angry, I still help her as she struggles to sit behind me. She winds her arms around my waist and clutches the hoodie over my stomach. I let out a heavy breath from my nose as I think about disgusting shit so I don’t come in my pants just from her touching me.
The engine roars to life as I turn the key I left in the ignition. Thank fuck no one stole my bike while I was passed out. I lean forward as we take off. Madison yelps and clutches me tighter as we jerk forward.
As we turn into the bend down the road, Madison leans with me so we don’t lose balance. With the turns and hills, I keep at a safe speed so I don’t lose control or, god forbid, have an accident. I may want to die, but I refuse to bring Madison with me.
Her fingers wring my hoodie in a white-knuckle grip, and after a few minutes of riding, she taps my chest to get my attention. I pull over to the side of the road and twist in my seat, giving her my full attention.
She flips the visor up before saying, “I changed my mind. I want the hoodie.”
My lips pull back in a cocky smile. “Take off your bra, doll.”
Madison’s eyes widen as she stares at me like a deer caught in headlights.
When my smile falters, she snaps out of it and mumbles an apology.
I cock my head, my curiosity piqued by her reaction, but I file it away for later inspection.
I help Madison off the motorcycle and take off her helmet.
She checks if the coast is clear before she peels off her jacket, then reaches behind her to unhook her bra.
“Crap,” she growls.
“Need help?” I step closer to her, my hand already stretched toward her.
Madison almost breaks her neck with how hard she shakes her head. “That’ll be too weird.”
I raise an eyebrow. Did she already forget about all the weird things we did together in the last twenty-four hours?
Her lips flatten, and she averts her gaze.
Oh, she remembers.
“Fine,” she mutters, and turns her back to me. “Don’t you dare look.”
I’m about to ask her what the fuck I’m going to look at, but I stop short when she peels her shirt over her head and balls it into her hands. Goosebumps rise over her skin from the chill of the evening, and yet I’m on fire with hunger for my sister.
I can’t stay away from her. There’s no way I can keep fighting this.
The threat of her piece-of-shit dad is getting harder to care about.
I’d kill him before he could ever lay a hand on her.
No matter how much I hate her because of him—and for making me crush on her—I don’t want anyone else harming her. It’ll only be me.
Madison peeks at me over her shoulder. “Well?”
I shake away the troubling thoughts and snap her bra undone with two fingers. My fingertips linger on her soft skin, memorizing how she feels. The band relaxes, and she removes the bra.
At my height and angle, I still get an eyeful of her tits. I bite my bottom lip at the flash of jewelry in her nipples.
Jesus fuck, my earlier suspicion was correct.
Of course she’s pierced. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s a freak pretending to be innocent.
Madison throws her shirt back on, cutting off my view of her chest.
“Ryder?”
I snap out of my dirty thoughts. Madison turned around and donned her jacket while I wasn’t paying attention.
I peel off my hoodie and help my flustered sister put it on.
I still have to wrestle the material over her breasts, and it’s a tight squeeze, but it’s workable without the padded bra in the way.
“I don’t think it’ll work,” she grumbles.
My eyebrows slash down while I concentrate.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
Madison tilts her head. “For what?”
She gasps as I palm the soft mounds for a split second before I jerk down the hoodie. It settles around her waist. It’s a tight fit, but it’s better than wearing a light jacket.
“You groped me, you jerk!” Madison swats my chest.
“I already apologized.” I snatch her bra out of her hand and stuff it into my pocket. “I’ll hang on to this until we get back.”
She sputters and puts up a pathetic fight to get the bra back, but with one swat of my hand against her ass, she stops and looks at me, aghast. “You have a lot of nerve, you know that?”
I flip the visor down on her helmet. “Let’s go.”
She climbs onto the seat behind me and winds her arms around my middle. Where they belong. Fuck me, I didn’t think I’d ever enjoy having a backpack, but the thrill of her touch brings me to life.
The entire ride home, Madison clutches me like I’m her lifeline. Not even the whipping arctic wind can overpower the heat of her touch. Her nails dig into the soft material of my shirt, and every nerve ending in my body flares with unadulterated pleasure.
We ride through the town, and the traffic light turns red. I jerk us to a stop, and Madison falls into my back. Her hand drops to my lap from the sudden movement. I swallow a groan as her palm lands right over my cock.
It’s a mistake.
She didn’t mean to touch me there.
It’s because of the sudden stop, and she’s getting her balance.
Madison doesn’t move. Seconds pass, and still, she doesn’t move away.
I set my booted feet on the ground to keep us balanced while waiting for the light to turn green.
The roads are empty and we’re alone, but Jerry has friends all over the place.
I never know who’s watching and relaying information to my stepfather.
The last thing I need right now is him finding out his daughter is feeling me up.
Madison straightens and slips her hand from my groin. I glare straight ahead, my lips pinched together as I try not to linger on the irritation from the loss of her touch.
The light turns green, and we peel out. Madison’s breasts smash against my back as she grips me tighter when the bike gains speed. I clench my jaw as she backs away to give me room.
It’s fucked up, but I hit the brake again, and she smashes against me.
I shudder at the feeling of her piercings through the layers of clothes between us.
Madison’s hand drops to my stomach and clings to my bare skin above my pelvis.
With her other, she clutches my chest, her fingers curled into my shirt.
She doesn’t back off like the other times, though.
The little vixen knows what she’s doing.
The rest of the ride is painful with her holding me like this, but I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
I slow the bike and glance at the driveway. My eyes narrow when I spot something that doesn’t belong, and I shift gears, peeling out of the neighborhood. I follow the familiar route to the abandoned neighborhood, then park outside my house and hit the kill switch to cut the engine.
“What are we doing here?” Madison yells through the helmet.
I untangle myself from her and give her a hand as she slips off the seat. “Seems your lovely fiancé was waiting for you.”