Maddoc doesn’t even flinch, not even a blink as he sluggishly drags his eyes to mine.
“You think you’re allowed to get jealous?” he rasps, the alcohol making his tongue slip a bit. “You better reel that shit in quick, Snow. Not sure what role you think you play here, but pathetic girlfriend isn’t it.”
He glances at the girl, then looks pointedly at his dick.
And the chick actually takes a small step for him, ready to drop back to her knees, but when my feet take an involuntary step toward her, she freezes where she stands.
“I got you,” I start, purposely waiting to the last second to pull my glare from hers to his. “You want me to let you entertain this bitch.”
His lips part, ready to pop off, I’m sure, but his drunken state has him a step behind.
“And don’t claim nobody lets you do anything because hear me, big man. I’d pull her and any other girl away from you by her neck, if I wanted.” I look back to the girl whose eyes are wide and rattled. “But I’m thinking that won’t be necessary.”
Her cheeks heat under my stare and she tries to stand tall and proud, but her shoulders hunch instead. She ducks her head before hustling off, as she should.
I shift my eyes back to Maddoc.
He stares, his head still dropped back, dick out and all. But with the shadow of the cabin over him, he’s not completely exposed.
When I make no move, suddenly a little uncertain of how to handle the big man, he shifts his legs and stands to his full height.
His pants slip a little, so he grasps a hold of the waist to keep them up, but he doesn’t tuck himself back into his boxers.
There’s a challenge in his eyes. He doesn’t think I’ll do it, and really there’s no reason for me to, especially when it might still be wet from some bitch’s spit, yet I step forward anyway.
I grab the edge of his shirt and lift it, my eyes locked on his as I grip the fabric of his boxers and pull it toward me.
My fingers only graze the silky skin of his dick when he jerks backward to tuck himself in, falling over slightly as he does.
I reach for him and at first, he tenses and I think he’ll be stubborn and pull away, but in the next second, he welcomes me, hugging his body to mine. I spin around in his arms, and start for the cabin, keeping my hands on his around my waist to keep us steady, but every few feet he jolts to a stop and buries his head farther into my neck.
He’s mumbling something against my skin, but I couldn’t make it out if I tried.
When we make it in the door, I lock it behind me and head toward Maddoc’s room.
Once in his doorway, he tugs away from me. He kicks his shoes off, falling against the wall with a hard thud as he does, then pushes off, throws his blanket down and angrily drops onto the mattress. He makes sure to face the wall away from where I stand.
With a roll of my eyes, I leave him there and run upstairs to lock the back door.
Fuck these partygoers – nobody’s coming in tonight.
I decide on a warm shower, quickly washing, then just stand under the warm spray until my skin is wrinkled. I climb out, pull a T-shirt over my head and some pajama shorts on.
I peek in on the boys who are all in the same spot I left them and then head for bed.
Unfortunately for me, I spend the next hour staring at the ceiling unable to erase the picture of Maddoc being touched and pleased by that girl. Pressure builds in my chest and I try to take a deep breath to rid myself of it, but it doesn’t work. It’s annoying.
With a groan, I smack my palms against my comforter right as a loud bang has me jumping.
My eyes dart to the doorway.
Maddoc stands there glaring as he stumbles into my room, but I don’t move.
He loudly props his ass on the wall, using it as leverage to keep him standing as he yanks his shirt over his head, and I lay back, admiring the way his muscles tighten as he does. Next to go are his jeans.
He kicks them off and stands there frowning at me in nothing but boxers.