17. Maddy
MADDY
My heart’s drumming inside my chest.
I’m so pissed at Kayden. Who does he think he is? Playing with my heart like this?
And now he…
God. Did he really try to convince me to suck him off?
“I’m going to go on a limb and guess that the seven minutes in heaven didn’t pay off,” Cal says.
They’re the first words he’s spoken to me since I dragged him to a random room on the second floor of the wannabe frat house.
He closes the door behind us. The room is the epitome of romance. A bed, a nightstand, and a big window behind a standard bed. Cue the sarcasm.
“W-what?” I attempt to regain focus.
My mind’s still stuck on Kayden’s behavior. He’s such a jerk.
“In the bathroom. With Kayden.”
I wince. “Of course not. Yikes. He’s my stepbrother, remember?”
And I almost saw his cock. And my thighs radiate a warmth that goes all the way down to my core.
The thoughts that ran through my mind during that moment are even sicker. I can’t even begin to fathom them.
I’m sick for wanting him. He’s a psychopath who enjoys messing with me in the most unexpected moments. Trying to get me to trust him and break my walls down, only to play a number on me.
“Forget Kayden.” I draw myself closer to Cal, pulling at his shirt. “I’m here with you, isn’t that what matters?”
He wraps his arms around my hips and brings his lips to mine.
“Yeah,” he says in a breathy moan.
His bulge is pressing against my thigh. I should be getting in the mood, too. I should be enjoying myself and forgetting about Kayden. Cal’s giving me the perfect excuse.
But my stupid brain won’t stop thinking about him.
The way he pushed my head down and forced me to stay firm there. The way I almost lost control of myself, desperate to taste him. Why does thinking about those things make me wet?
Cal’s lips are on mine again, and I close my eyes and try to let those thoughts go.
Stop thinking of my idiot stepbrother and use the heat that’s between my legs in my favor.
Cal pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I permit him, attempting to adjust to his rhythm.
His hands travel over my body, going from my hips to my ass as he grips me.
“God, this ass.” He squeezes my butt and pulls me closer.
“Madelyn.” The way he says my full name makes my stomach churn. It doesn’t feel right.
No one calls me Madelyn besides Kayden.
“Get on the bed,” Cal says, our lips breaking apart.
I’m surprised by how fast he’s going. How little preparation and effort he’s putting in.
But, still, I decide to follow along. It’s time I get done with it.
Sex isn’t a big deal. I’m not the type of girl who always dreamed of having her first time with the love of her life.
I lie down on the bed behind us, propping myself on my elbows and staring as Cal walks over to me.
“D-do you have a condom?” I ask.
He laughs, digging out his jeans pockets and pulling out a white wrapping. “Yep. Right here.”
Climbing over me on the bed, he traps me under him and leans in to kiss me again. This time, his hand squeezes one of my boobs, earning a yelp from me. More from pain than from pleasure.
I close my eyes and will myself to accept it, to get lost in the moment.
Maybe, if I fool myself into liking it, I will eventually.
It won’t hurt. It’ll be fine. It’ll feel good. The amount of lies I’m telling myself to get through this is innumerable.
Cal kisses me and treats my boob like a stress ball.
Then I hear his zipper.
My heart races, and nerves fill up my core.
I’m really doing this. I’m going to have my first time right here, right now.
He brings his hands inside my dress, his fingers digging out the waistband of my panties.
I let him pull them down and set them aside on the bed.
“Perfect,” he says.
I open my eyes to watch him roll the condom over his dick.
I lift my skirt up, and he eases himself onto me.
The texture of the rubber grazes my center, scratching me as he rubs himself against it.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I gnaw at my lip to mask my shock. Cal isn’t even bothering to get me ready for him.
The words choke in my throat. Could you shove your saliva and your fingers in my pussy before you actually insert your penis?
I want to but I can’t get myself to say that. So, I grab his hand, and as much as I don’t want to, separate two of his fingers and put them into my mouth.
Cal’s eyes roll. “Fuck. That’s sexy.”
I’m leading his hand to my center now, and my heart’s hammering in my ears so loud that I don’t hear the footsteps. Until it’s too late, and there’s a cracking sound.
Cal flies to the side, blood spattering out of his nose, and my eyes meet Kayden’s.
An unforgivable frown on his face.
“Let’s go.”
“What the fuck?” Cal’s on the floor, dick out and all, whining. “You broke my fucking nose.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your nose,” Kayden spits back, approaching him and kicking his face with his foot.
Oh. My. God.
I can’t move.
I’m frozen.
I—What just happened?
“I said, let’s fucking go, Madelyn.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me off the bed.
“My underwear,” I whisper, his eyes fixing on mine.
The crease between his eyebrows is deep and unmovable.
He snatches my panties from the bed and pockets them. Then, takes off his leather jacket and places it over my shoulders, fixing my dress as he does.
I don’t have time to react before he’s picking me up and carrying me out of the house.