I pick up my backpack from behind the couch and head for the door. “I’m not gonna be your little rat, so if that’s what you were hoping for ... find another piece to play with.” I push out the door and lean against the SUV to wait for the assholes inside.
Captain is outside just as quick as me.
He stares at me over the hood and when I widen my eyes like a bitch, he glances off. “Don’t push us away because you’re feeling things you never had.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, I know what I’m talking about. And just so you know, that was about you. And not because we need to know everything but because we care. If someone is bothering you, threatening you, or hurts you. We want to know.”
The front door opens, and Captain finally unlocks the car, so I slip inside.
Nobody says a word on the drive to the donut store, nor on the way to school.
Lost in our own heads, the four of us exit the vehicle and head inside.
When I spot Bass leaning against my locker down the hall, I cut from the group, but Maddoc grabs my arm and yanks me back.
Captain and Royce step back but keep close.
Everyone around slows their steps and dozens of eyes land on his grip on my arm and my glare on his face.
Then he pulls me in, wraps his hand around my waist and leans forward while I lean back.
He speaks low, intensity he’s never shown me making up his every word. “I have every fucking intention of getting to that point.” Maddoc’s eyes harden.
“What point?”
“Knowing where you are, who with, and what was said. And it has nothing to do with wanting to piss you off and everything to do with keeping me sane.”
“Careful, big man,” I whisper, a sudden pounding now hitting against my temple. “That sounds a lot like a king falling. The ground isn’t very soft at my feet.”
He leans even closer, his mouth damn near touching mine and I bite my tongue to keep from doing or saying something stupid. “I can handle it.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
“Liar,” he hisses, and I’m released and dismissed in the next second. “Two fucking minutes, Snow. Don’t push me.”
I flip him off, ignoring all the side stares and make my way to Bass, fighting to get my pulse under control when all it wants to do is scratch to the surface.
Bass looks from where Maddoc stands to me.
“Don’t,” I warn him, opening my locker to grab the books for my first few classes, putting the ones in my backpack in their place. “Thought I was on your ban list?”
“I don’t have a ban list.”
“No, but you have an ‘avoid to keep the peace’ list. Same shit.” I lean against the metal, facing him. “What’s up?”
Bass frowns at his badass combat boots before lifting it to me.
“People been asking for you. They want you to fight. They’re talking big numbers.”
Big money. I could use it after my mom practically drained me, but...
Can’t.
I shake my head with a tight-lipped frown. “I’ll pass on this one.”
“Not sure there’ll be a next time.”
Bass and I both look down the hall where Maddoc leans against the wall ignoring the others who talk around him as he focuses on the two of us.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”
He nods, pushes off the locker and walks away.
I don’t watch him go but keep my stare on Maddoc’s as he heads for me in the same second.
He steps in and I lean back against the cool metal.
“What’d he want?”
“Don’t worry, big man. It was a chat that didn’t go his way.” I look to Royce as he and Captain step up, and nod in the direction of our first class. “Ready?”
I don’t wait for an answer but start toward it and after a minute, Royce falls in line beside me. He doesn’t pester with an arm on my shoulder like normal, doesn’t make a scene as we walk in together. In fact, he doesn’t say a word.
I drop into my seat and wonder when I started making decisions that are bad for me but follow the line three bossy boys drew for me.
Not good.
“You got dicked.”
I glare at Vienna when she plants her ass on the top of the picnic table where I’m waiting for the boys’ practice to end.
“Hello to you too.”
“Oh you totally got dicked and now your moral compass is broken.”
I drop my hands into my lap. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re stressed, almost sulking, and in my experience, those things are linked to a penis.” When I stare blankly, she pulls back slightly. “Vagina?”
I laugh rolling my eyes. “Not gay, and dick has nothing to do with my problems right now.”
Her eyes light up and she moves to straddle the bench so she’s level with me. “But you did get some?”
“Why you so interested?” I grow defensive and she holds up her hands.
“Sorry. Forgot. You suck at having friends.” She laughs, pulling out a bag of chips from her backpack. “Heard Maddoc took you to trade back Mello’s shit?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure how to find her, but turned out Royce knew exactly where she lived.” I laugh and Vienna grins.
“’Course he did.”
“How’s everything at the house?”
She shrugs. “Same as always. Routine and boring but ... safe.”
I nod.
“Seems trash sticks together.”
We both look left finding Chloe standing there with her followers.
Neither of us says anything and she rolls her eyes.
“Word on campus is you and Collins Graven were seen kissing at The Tower last weekend.”
With my elbow on the table, I drop my chin in my palm, not impressed with her lame attempt to get a rise from me.
“Then you heard how the boys showed up later, went caveman, and stole Cinderella away after kicking his ass.” Vienna smiles brightly.
Chloe’s minions’ eyes round and she licks her lips a slight frown forming on her forehead.
She hadn’t heard that part.
Her little mole only gave her half the juice.
“You better watch yourself, Rae. I can make you go away with one phone call if I really wanted.” She lifts a brow and my eyes narrow.
“Just give it up, Chloe,” Vienna snaps. “Or maybe, you know, don’t and you wouldn’t get so attached to guys who don’t care for more.”
But Chloe ignores her and sashays away with her smirk still intact.
“That was—” I’m cut off when my name is called. I look left to find one of the guys from Maddoc’s team. Think his name is Jason.
Seems practice must have just ended.
“Hey.”
“I’ll ... catch you later, Rae.” V wiggles her eyebrows and bounces off, so I turn to face the guy fully.
“You going to the party tonight?”
“I am.”
“What color you be wearing?” When my head pulls back, he chuckles.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s a traffic light party.” He explains, “Red means you’re taken, Yellow means you’re unsure, Green means you’re available.”
“How about black for not interested?”
He gives an easy, looks over my shoulder then back down at me. “See you tonight.”
Maddoc steps up beside me, his stare following the Jason guy away. He looks down at me. “Ready to go?”
“Ready to go.”
She laughs again, shoving his shoulder when he leans over to speak to her. Yeah, it’s loud as fuck in here and to be heard you have to shout, but I’m over this motherfucker and his obsession with her. I told his ass to watch himself around her. He must have decided I was playin’ and it’s pissing me off.
In fact, all these assholes are pissing me off, comin’ at her like they can, as i
f she’s free game when she’s not. To make it worse, she somehow ended up wearing green, when I told her ass to wear red – I didn’t tell her why but who the fuck cares.
I thought it was obvious she’s not just the girl in our group, protected by us but open for others. Guess I haven’t been clear enough.
It’s time these people learn.
It’s time she admits.
I stand and head straight for her.
She’s got her back to me, but Bishop sees me coming and his grin slowly falls as he looks off. That prompts her to look over her shoulder, right at me.
“Catch you later, Rae,” Bishop tells her before stepping away, as he fucking should.
And she doesn’t bother looking after him.
Nah, her stormy eyes stay locked on me as she slowly spins her body to face mine.
I slide my hand behind her, slipping my fingers halfway into the back of her jeans as I pull her against me.
Her tongue pushes between her teeth and she bites down, eyelids lowering in a silent demand.
I lean closer and her chest inflates, but still, so much fucking sass laces her features.
She’s a stubborn one, unwilling to give in completely but unable to hold back just the same.
I start dancing and she follows, her hips rolling perfectly with mine, our bodies now acquainted with each other’s.
Finally, her hands land on me, her grip on my neck just as possessive as mine on her back.
Show them, baby. Make them see.
Her fingers fan out across my collarbone and slowly slide up, brushing through my hair in deep, massage-like movements.
Her features smooth as her fingertips dig into my skin – she’s getting horny for me.
But when the song changes it jolts her and she snaps out of it, sliding her hands down to rest on my chest.
I lean forward, ready to whisper in her ear but she uses her position to nudge me back, unintentionally making me lose my footing, but I catch myself quick, as well as the attention of the rest of the room.
I’m slow to walk into her and I don’t stop until she hits the entertainment center with a soft thud.
“Sorry, big man,” she whispers. “But your public show was looking a little too much like purpose.”
“Say you’re mine,” I demand and her brows jump. “Show you’re mine. Quit fucking letting them think you might not be.”
She frowns. “I’m ... not.”
“Yeah, you are. Say it.”
She scoffs, hissing in a whisper, “Then what, huh? I ‘belong’ to you? You ‘own’ me?”
“You wanna be juvenile about it, yeah.” I stand tall. “Both those things.”
“What do you expect to get from me?” she forces out.
“Whatever I want.”
She sets her jaw, turning away. “I’m not up for that.”
“Bullshit.” I run my hand down her ribs until I can cup her ass and her tits involuntarily push into my chest, and she swallows a moan making its way up her throat. “You don’t want no one else, so just give me what I want.” I squeeze her and she flexes in my grip. “That way I can keep giving you what you need.”
She swallows and swings her glare back to me. “I don’t need you.”
“Prove it.”
A chuckle makes its way up her throat and she stands taller. Her smirk slowly morphs into a warning, and before I can issue one of my own, she slips right, gripping my boy Mac by his neck.
My brows snap together when I realize what she’s about to do.
I dart toward her, but he’s already spun around, and her mouth hits his.
His hands are instantly sinking into her hair as he tries to swallow her fucking whole.
But I’m right there, yanking him back in the same second.
He rips his shoulder from my hold and spins to see who’s grabbing on him, but when he sees it’s me his hands lift, but so does mine. He catches one to the fucking jaw.
The music cuts off and complete silence takes over. That is, until my pain in the ass opens her pretty little mouth.
“Maddoc! What the hell!” she shrieks, looking from Mac to me.
“I said you’re mine!” I shout and her mouth clamps shut.
She fights to keep herself in check, but she’s ready to tear into me. She doesn’t like being the center of attention.
Too fucking bad.
I spin, holding my arms out wide. “Everybody hear that?” I look around the room. “Raven Fucking Carver belongs to me. Touch her and I’ll break your jaw.” I cut my eyes to Mac, he’s my boy ... but she’s my girl. “Let her get close enough to touch you? I break your nose. Either way, you lose and she’s still mine.”
I turn to Raven, who is practically shaking in anger, and I dare her ass to say a word before leaving the room.
She’ll follow.
This motherfucker.
He takes off like I won’t fucking follow.
He cuts left and heads down the hall and I’m not far behind.
“Un-oh, RaeRae’s maaad,” Royce teases.
“Someone’s getting a spanking,” Cap joins in on the fun.
“Bets on which one?” Both bastards laugh so I stop where they are, snag their drinks from their hands and pour them over their heads, quickly tossing the cups at their faces.
They both growl as I keep walking down the hall, but I hear the assholes laugh after.
I find him in the last room on the left with his palms against the wall, back to me. I slip inside and turn to shut the door, but Royce’s body blocks me.
He grins like a fool, looking from me to Maddoc.
“Go away,” I tell him.
“But this’ll be fun.”
When I glare he sighs and spins, walking away. “Buzz kill.”
Such a child.
The second I’ve got the door locked, I’m shoved against it, Maddoc at my back.
He grinds his hard-on against me punishingly. “Your lips,” he whispers into my neck. “Your hands, maybe not even your eyes, should touch another man’s skin.” He bites at my collarbone and my head falls back, hitting his shoulder. “You ... are with me. Period.”
“You’ve got problems,” I pant, and he shifts his hips, making my thighs squeeze together.
“I’m aware. Changes nothing,” he growls angrily, but his warm breath fanning across my neck is featherlight and his hands slide from my hips to frame the curve of my thighs until he’s got his long fingers wrapped around my panty line over my jeans. “Do I need to remind you why you wanna be mine, Snow? ‘Cause I can, all night if you can hang.”
A moan leaves me and I turn my head, trying to catch his lips, but he moves them to my shoulder.
“This won’t play out how you want,” I warn him. “If you want anything other than now.”
“Why is that?”
“I told you. I’m a fuck up.”
His hand lowers, officially cupping my pussy so he can push my ass into him more and my skin starts burning for his.
“So am I.”
“I don’t trust.”
“Me either.” His other hand comes up to flip open my button on my jeans and my feet widen, begging his fingers to slip inside.
“You’re not hearing me,” I pant, so fucking ready to feel him. “I know I can be fun to play with, but don’t dig deeper. You won’t find anything there to hold on to. Fuck me today, sure, but don’t fall, ‘cause it’ll likely be me fucking you tomorrow.”
“So today, say it and mean it. And I’ll worry about the tomorrow bit.”
“I’m- mmm,” a moan shoots up my throat when his free hand grips my breast, and my palms slap against the door. “I’m not joking.”
He grips my chin, pulling my face to his. His eyes are clear, his features tight. “Me either. Say it, Raven. You belong to me. Not Brayshaw, not the three of us.” His dark eyes bounce between mine and I’d swear there’s uncertainty in his stare, but it’s hidden behind determination. “Only me.”
His hold loo
sens as I push and he lets me spin into him.
I lick my lips, dropping my shoulders against the door and he steps into me, his hand sliding up my chest and neck until he can hold my head at the perfect angle, my lips inches from his, our eyes glued to each other’s.
I put my hands on his chest, and I have to admit, there’s a voice screaming in the back of my head, telling me to push, but I silence it, and do what I want, as always.
I pull.
He’s flush against me now, his lips, his forehead, his nose, all touching mine.
His hands skim over my body until he can cup my ass, and I jump with his tug, wrapping myself around him.
“Okay, big man,” I whisper, licking his lips before kissing them lightly. “Have it your way.”
He growls and bruises my lips with his.
He kisses me hard and long until I’m full on grinding against him, fighting for friction I can’t get, but he senses it and suddenly he’s sitting in a La-Z-Boy.
He pushes me to stand as he remains sitting. His shirt’s the first to go, then he unzips his jeans and lifts his hips, sliding them down with his boxers and his dick springs free, pointing at me accusingly, begging me to ease it.
And I will.
I kick off my shoes and he leans forward, pushing my pants and underwear down as I massage his head with my fingertips.
I step on my jeans to pull them off the rest of the way and Maddoc sits back, staring up at me, completely fucking naked.
His eyes trail over me from head toe, and he grips himself, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Hooded eyes slowly lift and lock with mine.
“Sit on me, baby.”
I swear to God, I grow ten times hotter.
His head is tilted back, his chin tipped back.
He moves his knees together to make room for me, but I turn around instead, my hands planted on his strong thighs as I lower myself onto him.
He sucks in a breath, before growling and sitting up to pull my shirt off, my bra next.
One arm comes around to wrap across my chest, cupping my breast as the other slips between my legs.
I push down farther and we both moan.
And I start riding him, reverse cowgirl style, following the beat of the music seeping from under the door. It’s slow and sultry and sets the perfect fucking mood for an erotic ride.
And with the way he’s touching my body, it’s perfect.
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