between those lips of hers.
I'd love to be that muffin right now.
I watch, mesmerized by the way she licks her lips after every bite, her tongue flicking out daintily to wipe away the crumbs. I'd love to be those crumbs too.
“Braden?”
I turn to look at Meggy. “What?”
“I said, are you going to the beach party tonight?” A slow, knowing smile breaks out on her face. She caught me watching Maddie. Busted.
“Depends,” I answer, sliding my hand onto Maddie's thigh. Her skin is silky smooth, like marble. My dick stirs, and I instantly imagine those thighs wrapped around my waist.... My legs… My neck....
“On what?”
“If my girl is going.” My eyes meet hers, and I draw gentle circles on her bare skin. Fuck. I'm actually torturing myself.
“Lila said earlier that she and Ryan are going. I don't mind,” she says. “It could be fun.”
“Then yes, I'm going,” I tell Meggy. Her lips purse into an amused smile, and I graze my teeth along my bottom lip. “What?”
“Nothing.” She relaxes back into her seat. “Nothing at all.”
Fucking liar.
The door opens, and I glance over. I glance again - and one of the girls is Blondie from last weekend. The one I blew off. This could be a little awkward.
She looks over at me and wiggles her fingers. “Hi, Braden!”
I see Maddie's eyes flick towards her, back to me, back to her. I know she's making the connection, and I know what she's thinking. Shit.
I take my hand from her thigh and link my fingers through hers, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. She looks at me and her eyes are guarded, hardened, and definitely not showing the playful look she had in them earlier.
“Do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?” she asks quietly, looking at a spot on the wall behind me. Meggy gets up, mumbling something about needing the ladies room. Whatever.
“Maddie, I didn't sleep with her.” I tug her hand. “She tried, but I wasn't interested. Not after I saw you that night.”
At least that isn't a lie.
Her green eyes collide with mine. “I don't know whether to believe you or not. She looks like she knows you pretty well.”
“If she does it's because she spent the better part of twenty minutes rubbing her surgically enhanced body up against me while I watched you.”
She scoffs and shakes her head. “Wow. Is that a compliment or an insult?”
I don't think I'm supposed to answer that. Am I? Girls are fucking complicated.
“Believe me when I say I've only got eyes for you. I'm not interested in anyone else.” When we're alone. I turn her face towards mine gently and lean in. “Just you, Angel, okay? Not Blondie over there.”
I brush her lips with mine. This might be a game, but I could get used to kissing her.
She smiles against my mouth. “Blondie? Don't you even know her name?”
I pull away so our foreheads are touching. “No, like I said, I was too busy watching you to care if her name was Laura or fuckin' Popsicle.”
Maddie giggles and I grin.
“Okay,” she says softly. “I believe you.”
“Good,” I mutter and kiss her again, for longer this time.
That was a fucking close call.
Chapter Fifteen - Maddie
“The whole 'do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?' line was magic, Maddie. Pure freakin' magic.” Megan laughs across the room. I pause, my mascara wand suspended in mid-air and smile at her through the mirror. I'm glad she's thinking about the plan, because I'm not.
I'm too preoccupied with how I feel when he's touching me.
When he did the hand on thigh move earlier I wanted to castrate him. Really, I wanted to rip off his gentlemanly parts and rub them against a cheese grater. Repeatedly. When he started rubbing my leg, I wanted to punch him, yet when he took his hand away I wanted to grab it and demand he left it there.
That thought makes me feel slightly ill. I wanted Braden Carter to touch me, and when he did I enjoyed it. I damn well enjoyed that
I'd love to be that muffin right now.
I watch, mesmerized by the way she licks her lips after every bite, her tongue flicking out daintily to wipe away the crumbs. I'd love to be those crumbs too.
“Braden?”
I turn to look at Meggy. “What?”
“I said, are you going to the beach party tonight?” A slow, knowing smile breaks out on her face. She caught me watching Maddie. Busted.
“Depends,” I answer, sliding my hand onto Maddie's thigh. Her skin is silky smooth, like marble. My dick stirs, and I instantly imagine those thighs wrapped around my waist.... My legs… My neck....
“On what?”
“If my girl is going.” My eyes meet hers, and I draw gentle circles on her bare skin. Fuck. I'm actually torturing myself.
“Lila said earlier that she and Ryan are going. I don't mind,” she says. “It could be fun.”
“Then yes, I'm going,” I tell Meggy. Her lips purse into an amused smile, and I graze my teeth along my bottom lip. “What?”
“Nothing.” She relaxes back into her seat. “Nothing at all.”
Fucking liar.
The door opens, and I glance over. I glance again - and one of the girls is Blondie from last weekend. The one I blew off. This could be a little awkward.
She looks over at me and wiggles her fingers. “Hi, Braden!”
I see Maddie's eyes flick towards her, back to me, back to her. I know she's making the connection, and I know what she's thinking. Shit.
I take my hand from her thigh and link my fingers through hers, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. She looks at me and her eyes are guarded, hardened, and definitely not showing the playful look she had in them earlier.
“Do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?” she asks quietly, looking at a spot on the wall behind me. Meggy gets up, mumbling something about needing the ladies room. Whatever.
“Maddie, I didn't sleep with her.” I tug her hand. “She tried, but I wasn't interested. Not after I saw you that night.”
At least that isn't a lie.
Her green eyes collide with mine. “I don't know whether to believe you or not. She looks like she knows you pretty well.”
“If she does it's because she spent the better part of twenty minutes rubbing her surgically enhanced body up against me while I watched you.”
She scoffs and shakes her head. “Wow. Is that a compliment or an insult?”
I don't think I'm supposed to answer that. Am I? Girls are fucking complicated.
“Believe me when I say I've only got eyes for you. I'm not interested in anyone else.” When we're alone. I turn her face towards mine gently and lean in. “Just you, Angel, okay? Not Blondie over there.”
I brush her lips with mine. This might be a game, but I could get used to kissing her.
She smiles against my mouth. “Blondie? Don't you even know her name?”
I pull away so our foreheads are touching. “No, like I said, I was too busy watching you to care if her name was Laura or fuckin' Popsicle.”
Maddie giggles and I grin.
“Okay,” she says softly. “I believe you.”
“Good,” I mutter and kiss her again, for longer this time.
That was a fucking close call.
Chapter Fifteen - Maddie
“The whole 'do you always ignore the girls you sleep with?' line was magic, Maddie. Pure freakin' magic.” Megan laughs across the room. I pause, my mascara wand suspended in mid-air and smile at her through the mirror. I'm glad she's thinking about the plan, because I'm not.
I'm too preoccupied with how I feel when he's touching me.
When he did the hand on thigh move earlier I wanted to castrate him. Really, I wanted to rip off his gentlemanly parts and rub them against a cheese grater. Repeatedly. When he started rubbing my leg, I wanted to punch him, yet when he took his hand away I wanted to grab it and demand he left it there.
That thought makes me feel slightly ill. I wanted Braden Carter to touch me, and when he did I enjoyed it. I damn well enjoyed that
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