bag.” He holds his hand up and catches the bag that Jake throws our way.
He keeps his eyes on me the whole time he’s preparing the stick for the fire. It’s as if he’s trying his hardest not to pay attention to his ex’s reaction.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m pulled down into Madden’s lap and he wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The feel of the natural bulge in his jeans pressing against my bottom sends my heart into overdrive.
This is not the lap I’m supposed to be sitting in.
I push back the urge to jump out of his lap, even though I want nothing more than to elbow him in the ribs for the unwanted surprise he just gave me.
“Sorry, but I have to do this,” he whispers into my ear, handing me the S’more he just made. “She’s set on proving you’re nothing but a one-night stand I brought here to piss her off. I need to show her otherwise.” I suck in a small breath as his lips lightly brush across my neck. They’re so close. Too close. “Please, save kicking my ass for later.”
“I don’t know if I can. You’re too damn close. I can feel your dick pressed against my ass, Madden. Not cool. Not cool at all.”
My words trail off when he tosses the stick aside and his lips press against my neck. The kiss is gentle, yet it’s so sexual the way he moves across my skin that I find myself squeezing his thigh when he does it for a second and third time. As if that’s not enough, him slightly hardening beneath me has me gripping his thigh even tighter, unsure of how to react right now.
His breath hitting my skin has goose bumps forming across my entire body as he moves up to whisper into my ear again. “She knows how I treat my women, Nat. I fucking worship them. I’m gentle outside the bedroom, but wild and rough in it. You’re going to have to fake that at some point.”
“What!?” I shake my head and get ready to push out of his lap, but he cups my face, forcing me to look at him. I can feel Alana’s harsh glare on us, but I’m too caught up in the fact that he expects me to fake having sex with him before this trip is over to care. “What the hell, Madden?” I whisper-yell. “I never agreed to that. No. Absolutely not.”
“All you have to do is scream a little… okay a lot, and maybe knock a few things off the dresser and tables.” He laughs in my ear, most likely to calm my angry breathing even though I’m trying my best to hide my need to strangle him from his friends. “Relax, Nat. I won’t touch you. I’ll even let you slap me a few times if it makes you feel better. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
“And it’ll also be fun to use my stun gun on you,” I say stiffly, forcing a smile for show. “And yes, I brought it.”
“Turn the music up!” Jake yells as one of RISK’s songs comes on. “I still can’t believe this shit. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you on the radio.”
Madden stiffens from below me as his friends begin belting out the lyrics to Without You. I take the opportunity to scoot down his lap a little so that I’m no longer sitting on his dick.
With each lyric Alana’s face turns redder with anger. I just now realize the song must’ve been written about her. It’s about a girl cheating on him and then dumping him for some guy that she doesn’t even end up with. He’s torn up inside, drinking his nights away, until he tells himself that he’s better off without her.
I’ve heard this song a hundred times but never once thought about the possibility of it being about him and his ex. I hate how bad she wronged him.
“I’m better off without you…” Seth is in the middle of singing but stops to slap the flaming marshmallow off of his shoulder that Alana flings at him. “What the hell? Did you not see that shit was still on fire?”
“No, I saw.” She gives him the middle finger and tilts her cup back until there’s nothing left. “I’m just sick of you assholes singing that song every time it comes on the radio, when clearly the entire world knows it’s