wouldn’t be upset with me for what I was about to do.
The guy was like a dog with a bone, and he wasn’t going to give up on Madeline if he thought that he had any sort of chance. I needed to make sure he knew he didn’t have one.
I stepped forward. “What if I told you that Madeline and I are no longer just friends?”
Harris’s eyes darted between Madeline and back to me several times. “Bullshit.”
“I believe she told you that she slept with someone this weekend?”
“Yes, she did. But it wasn’t you.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He hesitantly raised his chin. “I am.”
“Then, how do I know about the little mole on the inside of her thigh, right next to her pussy?”
Harris’s eyes widened, and he lost some color to his face.
But I kept going. “Not even a best friend would know about that.”
He swallowed.
“But maybe you don’t know about the mole because you never bothered to pay that close of attention to her.” I lifted a shoulder. “I mean, if you had, then she wouldn’t have been asking me to make her come.”
“You’re lying,” Harris hissed.
I chuckled. “No lie, man.” I licked my bottom lip. “And holy shit, was it worth it. She’s beautiful when she comes, am I right?” I grimaced. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, you couldn’t make her do that.” I patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
Harris surprised the hell out of me when he tried to take a swing at me.
But I was faster.
I caught his fist and pulled his arm behind his back as I got so close that our bodies touched. “Madeline doesn’t want to be with you. The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can all move on because she’s mine now. Got it? I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
I spun Harris around and led him to the front door.
“Don’t show up here again,” I said as I opened the door and pushed him out onto the front steps.
“Wait,” Madeline said. “His stuff.”
She ran to her kitchen and came back with a box.
I plucked it out of her hands and shoved it into Harris’s chest. “Good-bye, Harris,” I said and slammed the door in his face.
I took a deep breath and began preparing my apology to my best friend.
Eighteen
Madeline
I stood, stunned, as Griffin slowly turned around. I was actually surprised I had been able to collect my thoughts enough to remember to give Harris his box of stuff.
My best friend had a sheepish look as he faced me. “I’m sorry, Mads, for going all caveman. I didn’t know how else to get rid of your stupid ex. I want you to know that I don’t think any man can actually claim a woman as his. You belong to you, and even if we were dating, I would never think that I owned you or—”
I marched over to him and pulled him in for a kiss.
All tension left his body, and he grabbed my ass, pulling me close as he kissed me back.
“I probably shouldn’t think this,” I managed to say between me attacking his mouth, “but that was fucking hot as hell.”
I felt him smile against my lips before he swept his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned and sucked on it. “Bedroom. Now,” I managed to gasp out.
Griffin picked me up, and my legs went around his hips as he carried me to my room.
The two of us landed on the end of my bed, our bodies still intertwined. I squeezed my hands between our bodies, aiming for Griffin’s fly. I didn’t need any buildup; I’d had all the foreplay I required with all of Griffin’s “she’s mine” talk.
After some maneuvering, I managed to unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed.
He pulled his mouth away from mine with a gasp.
“Feel good?”
“Stupid question.” He groaned as I pumped him. “You know it feels good.”
I looked him in the eye. “I want you inside me, like yesterday.”
He chuckled but lost his smile as his eyes rolled up in his head. “We need…fuck, Madeline, that feels good.” Deep breath. “We need a condom.”
I pointed up toward my head. “Nightstand drawer.”
Griffin pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants before crawling up my body. His dick bobbed right over my chest, so I lifted my head and licked the tip.
Such a shame I had forgotten to see what he tasted like on Friday.
It was