“Good idea.” She brushes a blonde strand behind her ear and leans over the island. “The trip is almost over and I feel like we haven’t gotten a chance to spend any time together. It’s the first for that, and I don’t like it.”
“It’s for the best, Alana.” I release my grip and turn away to grab down plates.
“Why does it have to be this way?” She’s hurt. I can hear it in her voice, and I don’t feel good about it, yet I feel somewhat relieved.
“Because we’re better apart. I’m better when we’re apart.” This time when I say it, I mean it. I realize that the moment the words leave my mouth.
“That hurts,” she whispers painfully. “You should know I’d never hurt you again. You know me better than tha—”
“No,” I cut her off to avoid the guilt trip. “I thought I knew you, and I was sure you’d never do what you did, but I was wrong. I won’t be wrong again. Not when it comes to my fucking heart.”
I’m grateful for the interruption when Jess and Natalie walk in, cutting this little moment short. Without thinking, I lift Natalie onto the kitchen island, spread her thighs, and then move in between them. “Good timing,” I whisper against her ear.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Stay here.” I grab a fork and dig into the meatloaf, before standing in between her legs again. “Try it,” I pressure her, smirking when she makes a funny face at the meat.
She shakes her head and tightens her lips when I try shoving it into her mouth. “Stop,” she says on a laugh, pushing my hand away. “I told you earlier, I don’t like meatloaf. I’ve hated every single one I’ve tasted. I’ll barf right on your hand. Don’t test me.”
“You’ll love my meatloaf. I promise.” I grip her hip and squeeze it, knowing how it works her up. I love that I know that about her. “Try it or I’ll do this all night.” I squeeze her hip tighter and she moans out, squeezing the island below her. “I don’t think you want that, do you?” I whisper.
“I hate you,” she whispers back, before looking into the living room where the others have gathered. When she realizes no one is watching, she turns back around. “Fine. One bite and you don’t ever squeeze my hip again or I kick your ass. Got it?”
I scrunch my face up and set the fork aside. “No deal.”
“What?!” She jumps down from the kitchen island and comes after me when I walk to the sink. “Really, Madden? Now you suddenly don’t want me to taste it?”
She goes to reach for the fork, but I grab her hand, stopping her. “Not if it means me never squeezing your hip again. I’m good.”
“Give me that.” She stands on her tippy toes when I lift the fork up high enough she can’t reach it. “Madden! Come on!”
I spin around, trying to keep it out of reach, but she bites my bicep. “Did you just bite me?”
“Why? Was my teeth digging into your skin not confirmation enough?” She grins and reaches for the fork again, but I toss it aside and pick her up, setting her back onto the kitchen island. Stepping between her legs again, I grip the back of her hair, exposing her neck for me to bite it.
“Don’t bite me unless you want to be bitten back, Nat.” I run my lips over the spot I just bit, knowing that we most definitely have an audience by this point. “You don’t want to know all the places I’d bite you.”
Her breathing is exerted as she lifts her shoulder to her ear, pushing my face away. “Let’s not go there, Madden.”
“Why?” I ask on a growl. “You afraid you’ll like it? It won’t hurt… much.”
Her eyes meet mine, her chest quickly rising and falling. Hell, mine is too. It almost looks like she’s about to move in to kiss me, but instead, she grabs the fork and shoves it into her mouth.
“My meat is good, right?” I grin when her eyes widen.
I expect her to push me or yell at me, but instead, she nods. “Surprisingly, it’s good.” She hands me a plate and tilts her head. “Maybe I like meatloaf after all.”
“I could change your mind about a lot of things you think you don’t like. Just give it time.”
“I’m starting the movie!” Jess yells to us from the couch. “Bring both pans in here and join us.”
“Movie?”
Natalie nods as I help her down to her feet.
Before joining the others, I fill Natalie’s plate with food, wanting to make sure she gets enough, because I know how the guys eat. Which is why I cooked two pans, but it’s still never enough.
I wait until Natalie is done eating before I pull her into my lap and gently bite her neck just to tease her. When she playfully elbows me, I kiss the spot on her neck I just bit. This time, it’s not for show. I did it for me, and that fucks with my head through the entire movie. It’s still on my mind, even now that we’re all back outside drinking again.
“Come on, fucker!” Riley hollers. “We’re about to play a little game of Truth, Dare, or Drink. Get the fuck over here.”
Exhaling, I stand from the picnic table. I was really hoping Riley would forget about this game this year. We’ve been playing it since we were old enough to come to the cabin on our own without Jake’s parents. “I’m coming, dick.”
When I take a seat next to Natalie, Riley is standing between the circle of chairs, deciding on who his first victim will be. He takes entirely too long, causing a few of us to groan before he finally turns to Jake. “Truth, Dare, or Drink, fucker?”
“Should I be nervous?” Natalie whispers.
“If you don’t like to give lap dances, jump through fire, or kiss random people… then yeah.”
She smiles and bumps my shoulder. “The trip is almost over. Might as well live it up a little, right?”
“Right,” I whisper, eyes landing on Alana at the same time she looks my way. “Just know that I never back down from a dare. If they dare me to get down on my knees and lick your inner thigh, I will do it, so don’t kick my ass and give us away.”
She nervously tilts her alcohol back, taking a long drink, followed by a second and third. “It’s too late to back out now, right?”
“Dare.” Jake finally says.
“I dare you to strip down to your boxers and give Jess a lap dance, but you have to do it standing on your hands.”
“What the fuck do you mean on my hands?” Jake stands and begins stripping down to his boxers.
“Stand on your fucking hands and give Jess a lap dance. Do you not understand the words coming from my mouth? On your hands.”
“Dude, I’ve been drinking all day.” He kicks his jeans aside and yanks his shirt over his head. “What makes you think I can stand on my fucking hands?”
“Just do it, baby!” Jess yells in excitement, looking him up and down. “Give me a sexy dance. Make it hot and you might get lucky tonight.”
He shrugs. “Fuck it.” It takes him a few tries to get standing on his hands, but he finally manages to do it, thrusting his hips in Jess’s face. He’s completely off rhythm to the music but keeps thrusting until he eventually falls over, cussing as he hits the ground with a thud.
Everyone laughs and whistles as he gets back to his feet and straddles Jess’s lap, doing his best to move his hips seductively. Dancing has never been Jake’s strongpoint.
“All right. All right. I think we’ve all had enough of watching your ass move out of rhythm,” Walker says on a laugh, standing up. “I’ll go next. Seth. Truth, Dare, or Drink.”
“Truth.”
“Seriously, fucker?”
“Yeah, I need a few more drinks before I do a dare. Especially from you.”
“Okay, fine. Is it true that you got caught jerking off by Jake’s mom Freshman year?”
“That’s fucked up,” Jake mutters. “Why bring that shit back up?”
“Because his ass never fessed up,” Walker points out.
It’s a few seconds before Seth finally grins and takes a drink. “It happened. And she liked it too.”
“Fucker!” Jake tosses a stick at Seth’
s head, but he ducks right before it can hit him.
“I knew it!” Riley yells. “You lucky bastard. Jake’s mom is ho—”
“Don’t even go there.” Jake gives Riley a warning look and he chuckles into his drink.
Seth grins and rubs his hands together. “Okay, enough about my ass. Alana. Truth, Dare, or fucking Drink?”
“Dare.” Her eyes flicker my way as if she’s hoping her dare will involve me. Seth better hope for his health that it doesn’t.
“All right. You and Riley have been a little cozy this weekend. Kiss the fucker. Don’t stop until I finish this drink.”
“With or without tongue?” Riley stands and walks over to Alana’s chair.
“What the fuck do you think?”
Riley grins and gets down on his knees in front of my ex. “Well, are you going to kiss me or what?”
Alana grabs the back of Riley’s head, her eyes landing on me again, staying there as she leans in and kisses him. I don’t know why the fuck she thinks kissing him is going to make me jealous. We’ve been playing this game for years—we’ve all practically kissed each other—and I’ve never once gotten jealous. It’s a game none of us take seriously.
“Looks like someone is trying to make you jealous,” Natalie says stiffly, as if the idea of me being jealous bothers her.
“That shit won’t happen and she knows it.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s a game, Nat. None of this is real.”
“Is that the only reason?” she asks.
Before I can respond, Seth claps his hands. “All right, you two. That’s enough.” Seth points to Jess. “Your turn to call a dare.”
Jess stands and turns to me. “Madden… I dare you to…” She looks around, trying to think of something, before finally focusing her attention on Natalie. “Jake gave a little lap dance, so now it’s your turn to give Natalie one. Make it hot. Use your hands and mouth on her. Show us how badly you want to fuck her tonight, because we all know it’s happening.”
I stand and remove my hoodie, before gripping Natalie’s thighs and spreading them apart. “You ready for this?”
She swallows and nervously grips the seat. She’s not ready for this; not by a long shot. “Go for it.”
Cracking my neck, I grip the top of Natalie’s chair and straddle her lap, grinding my hips into her. When my lips move along her neck, she lets out a little moan and her grip on the seat tightens.
“Hell yeah! Move those hips!” Jess yells. “Look at that ass move.”
“Hey,” Jake mutters. “Mine moves just as good.”
“Ha.” Alana mutters. “In your dreams.”
Rolling my hips to the rhythm of the music, I move my hands around to grip the back of her hair, forcing her to look up at me while I grind against her. Her gaze is just as heated as I feel, and for a moment, I get so wrapped up in pleasing her I don’t even realize I’m hard against her.
“Madden,” she whispers.
“Shhh…” I run my lips along her jaw, doing what Jess asked me to do. She wants me to use my mouth and hands on her, so that’s what I’m doing. When my lips reach her mouth, I capture it with mine at the same time I grab her hands and place them on my chest.
When they move along my abs, groping them as I kiss her, I bite her bottom lip a little too hard, things getting heated between us.
“Holy fuck, it’s getting hot out here!”
“Yeah, lose the fucking clothes already and just fuck right here. Give us a show. I won’t complain,” Riley adds.
It takes my friends yelling for Natalie to remove her hands from my chest and remember I’m not my brother. But I place them back on my body to remind her that he doesn’t exist right now. “I’m yours right now, remember? Pretend you want me,” I whisper.
Her eyes lock on mine and stay there as her hands explore my body, taking in my tight abs as I grind my hips above her.
“Touch me like you want me to fuck you.” I yank her hair and scrape my teeth across her throat. “Make me believe it.”
Grabbing the top of the chair, I step up so that I’m standing above her with my crotch in her face. Then I grab her head and slowly start grinding in her face. When her hands grip my ass, I bite my bottom lip and slow down the rhythm, getting so lost in Natalie that I forgot we’re not alone until someone whistles at us.
Clearing my throat, I jump down from the chair and run my hands over my face, watching Natalie’s chest as it heaves as fast as mine.
“It’s about time that ended,” Alana mumbles. “I’ll go next.”
I turn away and cuss under my breath, because I’ve been dreading Alana’s turn since the game started. I know her well enough to know that she’s going to try and get under my skin just because she’s hurting.
“Natalie. Truth, Dare, or Drink?”
Natalie sits up straight in her chair, as if to show she’s not intimidated by my ex. I don’t like where this is going. “Dare.”
Alana looks surprised she chose a dare, but then smiles as if that’s what she was hoping for. “I dare you to let Walker kiss you. Time is up when I call it.”
My muscles immediately tense as Walker stands from his seat and grins. I’m two seconds away from punching that grin off his face. He’s already tested me enough this trip.
“Okay.” Natalie stands right as Walker stops in front of her chair. “No tongue, though,” she says firmly.
My heart fucking skips a beat when his hands grip her face and he moves in for the kiss. I can’t tell if there’s tongue involved, but he better hope for his safety that there isn’t. Especially since she said no.
“Fucking call it,” I growl to Alana after a minute.
She shakes her head. “I’m not ready yet.”
Walker’s grip on Natalie’s face tightens, and when I see his tongue dip out to touch her lips, I grip him by the shoulder and yank him back, causing him to lose his footing.
“Damn, man. What the fuck?” Walker stands up straight when I get in his face. “It’s a dare. Chill the fuck out.”
“The dare didn’t call for putting your fucking tongue in my girl’s mouth, asshole.” When I turn away from Walker, all my friends are looking at me. I’m too pissed to even give a shit that I just ruined the game. “Game fucking over.”
Before anyone can piss me off more, I walk away.
I’ve been in the cabin for less than a minute when the door opens to Natalie joining me. Her face is red, and I can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or anger over the way I acted outside.
“What was that about? I thought it was just a g—”
“Fuck it.” Letting go of everything, I come at Natalie, wrap my hands into the back of her hair, and kiss her so hard that she falls against the wall. When she kisses me back, her tongue slipping into my mouth, I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist, getting lost in the moment. Lost in us.
I can’t think straight right now. All I know is that I want to erase Walker’s kiss. I hate that she might’ve liked it and I want her to like my lips on her more. I need her to.
Growling against her lips, I tug the bottom one with my teeth, my hand moving to squeeze her hip. The little moan she releases has me growling out and grinding my erection against her body. I’m being reckless with my brother’s girl and I fucking know it.
I want inside of her and from the way she’s kissing me back, she wants it too. That thought has me kissing her harder, my tongue exploring her mouth as if it’s mine to taste. Lost in the moment, I slide my hand up her shirt, my finger slipping under the fabric to graze her hard nipple.
Fuck, I want it in my mouth.
“Whoa, am I interrupting something?”
Jake’s voice has me sliding my hand out of Natalie’s shirt and setting her back down to her feet.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, she pushes at my chest to put some space between us and without a word, walks away.
“What the fuck was that?” Jake growls out.
I place my hands against the wall and bow my head, my mind all fucked up. “I don’t know.”
“That didn’t seem like pretend,” he points out.
“It was a mistake,” I say stiffly. “I fucked up.”
“Well then you should probably fix it and fast.”
“Yeah. You don’t think I fucking know that. I’ll handle it.”
“Let’s fucking hope so.”
Once I’m alone, I punch the wall, regretting it immediately once I see the hole I left. Just like I regret making out with Natalie. She probably hates me now. “Fuck!”
I don’t know what the hell just happened a minute ago, why I slipped up and kissed her in private but what I do know is that I was not supposed to feel the way I did when seeing her kiss another guy. Far from it. I need to get my head straight before I fuck up majorly. This trip was supposed to solve my current problem, not cause a new one.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen if I slip up again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
NATALIE
It’s the middle of the night when Madden crawls into bed beside me. Even though I’m wide awake, I close my eyes, not wanting to talk about what happened tonight. I don’t know what came over me earlier, but I do know how I feel about it, and that’s what scares me the most.
It might’ve been a mistake, but it felt anything but; at least for that split second that I didn’t allow my head to get involved. What the hell does that say about me? I have a boyfriend. I’m not just dating any random guy either, I’m dating his brother. His fucking brother. That’s the lowest of lows.
I don’t know what’s on Madden’s mind right now or how he feels about our kiss, and that’s messing with me as he lies beside me. I’m not sure why, but I hate it. I shouldn’t care whether he liked it or if he felt anything at all, but that’s all I’ve been able to think about since it happened.
Panic set in earlier and I rushed to my phone and powered it back on. I knew there was no service here and it was pointless to text Logan, but I did it anyway, needing to remind myself that I’m his. I’m not Madden’s, even though I’ve been playing the part. A role is all it is.
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