“Maddox,” she purred in my ear. My jaw twitched as I caught a whiff of her strong perfume and the stench of alcohol was strong on her breath. She was drunk and humping me like a bitch in heat.
Any other day, I’d be all up in her pussy… tonight, my dick was not in the mood.
Or I guessed, I was not in the mood for her.
On the opposite couch, Colton had his tongue shoved down a girl’s throat. Brayden and Cole were in a heated conversation about this week’s football match. We won, big time. Leighton High School wasn’t even worth our time. Knox, our best linebacker, was missing, but he was probably in a room lost in pussy.
And I was fucking bored.
Drunk and bored.
The party we crashed was lame, and I needed some kind of action, something to get my blood pumping – something dangerous. I was itching for a fight and a good lay. Too bad the girl on my lap had absolutely no effect on my dick.
Her lips parted, and I felt her tongue on my neck. She sucked on my throat, biting teasingly. “Let’s get out of here. Go somewhere quieter.”
“If you wanna fuck, we do it here.”
She pulled away, her green eyes hooded and confused. “Here?”
I lifted an eyebrow, amused. The only reason she was sitting on my lap and humping me was because she needed to sleep with a Berkshire football star, so she could go around and rub it in the other girls’ faces. I was her ticket to being Miss Popular at Leighton Public High School -- Berkshire’s rival.
“Too shy for a little audience?”
She looked around, stammering, “No-o.”
I squeezed her ass, not even bothering to be gentle about it. That was a warning. “I don’t do sweet girls.”
Nah, sweet girls didn’t do shit for my libido.
Feisty girls, though, yeah… they made my dick hard.
Full of sass with brown eyes, black hair, curvy hips and a pretty Latina ass that would make any man drop to his knees, begging for a taste.
Goddamn fucking trouble she was, but she was exactly what I wanted.
Lila Garcia.
Too bad she didn’t want me anywhere near her.
I took a hit off the blunt one last time and exhaled a puff of smoke, not bothering to move my head away. I knew I was being an asshole, but hey… chicks like her wanted jerks like me – so who the fuck cared?
Dropping the now useless blunt onto the ashtray, I leveled her with a look. She scrunched her nose, but her eyes flared with determination. What she didn’t realize – I ate girls like her for dinner before spitting them out two hours later, no guilt with one very satisfied dick.
I curled a hand around the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. “You want a taste of me? We do it my way.”
She looked around again, her cheeks flushed, and she was already a little bit out of breath. “Do you even know my name?”
“Do you know mine?” I threw back, although the answer was obvious. Of course, she knew who I was. Miss-Fake-Tits was only here to use me like I was about to use her. Fair game.
“Who doesn’t? You’re Maddox Coulter. And for your information, my name is Madison.”
She thought she was special. Newsflash – she wasn’t the type of girl I’d wake up the next morning with. I arched an eyebrow with a tsk. “Here’s the thing, I don’t need to know your name to fuck you.”
Miss-Fake-tits, er… Madison, wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her hips moved in a circular motion, quite tempting as she practically grinded against me through our clothes. Any passerby would have thought we were fucking.
She let out a fake giggle. “Didn’t your mommy or daddy teach you some manners?”
She was teasing; it was only a joke.
But the silent rage inside me bubbled over, threatening to burst through, without any care of the consequences. Fuck her. And fuck mommy and daddy dearest, too. Manners? No, they didn’t teach me any – just like they didn’t give a shit if I lived or died, either.
I crashed the party because I wanted to forget.
But Madison, aka Bitch, right here, just pissed me off even more.
She reminded me of why I was here, made me think of my parents when I was so hell bent on forgetting their existence.
Daddy dearest caught me smoking today, lounging on the couch and watching TV. He walked in with his business associate.