Captain by sophomore year?
“He’s that good?” I asked. I’d never seen Madoc play soccer.
“No, he’s just that connected,” he shot back. “Madoc doesn’t have to earn a whole lot on his own.”
My hard eyes fell, and I was a little pissed.
I could say Madoc was an entitled little prince with the hard path of life freshly paved for him, but for some reason, I felt the need to defend him.
I’d been there when he’d quit piano and started studying cars instead. He worked hard, read a lot, and tinkered for hours to learn his way around a garage. Madoc put in the muscle when he cared and pushed things away when he didn’t.
His name may have gotten him on the team, but he wouldn’t play if he didn’t want to. And he wouldn’t play if he didn’t know he was an asset.
Aidan’s fingers were slipping in and out of the rips in my shirt, caressing my skin as he pressed himself into me more closely.
“I should probably get go—” I started to tell him good-bye but suddenly felt like I was backed up against a wall.
Aidan looked directly behind me.
“Take a hike, Aidan.” I blinked, hearing Madoc’s voice as he came around to the side.
Turning around, I looked up at him and noticed his blue eyes shooting bullets at Aidan.
Oh, no. This was a zero to sixty moment with Madoc, but we had skipped the zero part.
Aidan took his hands off my waist. “Hey, man—”
But Madoc inched into our space. “Touch her again, and I’ll chop off your hand.” He said it so matter-of-factly.
My breathing turned shallow, but my temper rose.
No, no, no . . .
Aidan rolled his eyes and backed off, probably figuring it wasn’t worth the fight. Madoc looked ready to draw blood.
I bared my teeth, shaking my damn head that felt like my brain was expanding and pressing against my skull. I was ready to explode.
“Madoc.” I clenched my teeth.
“Just shut up,” he ordered, breathless. “Just shut up, and dance with me.”
Huh? Dance with him?
No hauling me out of here, screaming at me for one reason or another? No barking in my face and ordering me home?
I stood there trying to figure out what the hell was going on and barely noticed him pulling me in. Madoc’s strong hands gripped my waist, holding me tight but barely touching me otherwise. His chest was right in front of my eyes, and I slowly looked up at him.
Damn.
When he stared down at me, everything was still except for our feet that moved to the music. It was like he was searching my eyes for something.
Everything about him, the shade of his eyes, the muscles I felt under his shirt, the way I already knew how his body moved when it loved, everything about him drew me in.
I sucked in a breath, wishing he’d stop touching me and wishing I could pull away. In another minute I would. In another minute I’d be satisfied with the warmth I hadn’t felt in months or the heartbeat I could feel again.
In one more minute I would let him go.
I closed my eyes. Just. One. More. Minute.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders when his possessive hands threaded into the open back of my shirt and claimed my skin.
Not like Aidan’s light strokes. Madoc splayed his whole hand, touching me with everything he had.
I let my forehead fall into his chest, inhaling his cologne. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and I smiled as the flutter descended lower. It felt so good.
Looking at him, I tried to keep the shakiness out of my voice. “You have someone here with you, Madoc,” I said quietly. “Why are you dancing with me?”
He brought one hand up, holding the side of my face with a firm hand and kneading his fingers into the back of my neck. “You ask too many f**king questions,” he spat out, an angry tone to his voice.
And jerking my body into his, he slammed his mouth down on mine.
Madoc? I didn’t say his name out loud. I think I may have groaned it, but otherwise I instantly stilled.
And then I was his.
A shudder ran through me, and I felt the dampness between my legs immediately. His heat on my lips made me hungry.
He sucked in a breath and whispered, “Because I like the way you taste, okay?”
His mouth took mine once more, covering it with heat and command like he knew exactly how my body worked and what it needed.
Hell, yes.
I pushed into him, kissing him back as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up into his mouth.
Hard.
I threaded my fingers across the back of his neck and moved my tongue into his mouth, massaging and tasting him. It was just us. Just this.
His lips moved across mine, going in deep, his tongue working mine, flicking out again and again to rub over my ring. He devoured me. He drew my bottom lip between his teeth, and a moan escaped me as I squeezed my eyes against the sweet pain.
Not that it hurt at all. Just kissing him, touching him, inhaling him was too much. It was like an overload on my body, and the pleasure made me want to cry out. His fingers dug into my back, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.
God, what are we doing? We were on a crowded dance floor. He had a girl with him! Jared, Tate, and Jax were probably either trying not to watch or had left already. Opening my eyes for a second, I noticed that no one was watching us though. The couples around us were focused on themselves.
“Madoc,” I barely spoke, my voice almost like a cry.
He pulled his face away, cupping my cheeks and keeping us nose to nose. We were both panting.
“I want to be inside you,” he groaned, and I thought back to our night at the skate park in the rain. “But . . .” He straightened up and dropped his hands, “I’m not going to.”
His voice was flat, void of any of the heat that was there just a minute ago.
And he walked away.
CHAPTER 20
MADOC
I almost abandoned my whole plan the minute I held her in my arms, the second I touched her lips, the instant she moaned my name.
But there was no way in hell I was going to watch her walk again. No, not this time. I’d be the one to leave.
And the corner of my mouth turned up as I made my way through the crowd. She was as stiff as an ice cube when I took her from Aidan, and then she’d melted like liquid in my arms. Now she was a puddle all over the dance floor.
I am the man.
Who cares that she looked like sex standing up on that stage? Or that I’d been a little jealous when Aidan started dancing with her? Or ready to kill him when I caught sight of his hand inside the back of her shirt?
Fuck him, and f**k her.
“Fuck you!” Ashtyn screamed at me as I came back to the table. I saw her rear her hand back, and I ducked out of the way just before her hand would’ve landed across my cheek.
“Seriously?” I held up my hands, laughing. “Calm down. It was just a joke.”
I guessed she’d seen the kiss.
“You’re an ass**le!” she shouted and stomped out of the bar.
People around us chuckled, including Jax, while Jared shook his head and Tate scowled.
“Oh, please,” I begged sarcastically. “You missed me, and you know it.”
Tate rolled her eyes and stood up, straightening her shirt. “I thought I did.” Looking around, she sighed. “You boys play nice. I’m going to go dig Fallon out of the bathroom.”
I didn’t know how Tate saw her head to the back of the bar through the clusters of people, but she was up and gone in no time, pushing through dancers, in search of her friend. Taking a seat, I downed the rest of my beer and lurched forward when Jax slapped me on the back.
“You’re not going after either one of them?” he asked, locking his fingers behind his head and leaning on the back legs of the chair.
“Tate and Fallon?” I peered over at him. “I think they can take care of each other.”
“No, I meant Fallon or Ashtyn. Isn’t Ashtyn your girlfriend?”
Girlfriend. The word made me want to dunk my head in mud and not come up for air until I was dead.
“No.” I looked back to the dance floor. “When do I have girlfriends?”
I locked eyes with Jared across the table, and he didn’t speak. He said enough with his eyes, though.
He knew something was going on, and he knew I was off the rails. But like a good friend, he didn’t feel the need to state the obvious.
Just knowing he was there, and that he got it, helped.
I caught sight of Tate’s red T-shirt coming out of the crowd, and I sat up straight when I noticed that she was alone.
“Well,” she sighed, putting her hands on her hips, “I guess we can head out. I’m done for the night.”
She smiled down at Jared, a look going on between them that said they weren’t done for the night. But I was confused.
“Where’s Fallon?” I asked.
Tate busied herself, slinging her purse across her chest, barely meeting my eyes. “Oh, Fallon? Yeah, she’s . . . I guess . . . heading out to another bar with that guy that was sitting here before. What was his name? Aidan?”
Anger radiated out of my pores, and my eyebrows pinched together painfully.
“What?” What the f**k?
Tate finally looked my way and fixed her lips into a thin line, looking like it was no big deal. “Yeah.” She shrugged. “I went to grab her from the bathroom, and she was chatting with him in the hall. They headed out the back way.”
I pushed out of my seat, glaring at Tate.
She left with him? Hell, no.
Without so much as a good-bye, I headed out of the bar and through the door. Coming out to the sidewalk, I stopped and twisted my head to the left and right.
Where the hell was she?
Oxygen flooded in and out of my lungs in heavy breaths.
To the left was nothing but darkness. To the right was the strip of college bars where he would’ve taken her.
I turned left first. Aidan wasn’t a creeper. I had no reason to suspect that he’d lure her somewhere quiet and try anything, but it felt like the better option to make sure before I searched the populated and somewhat safer public bars.
I pounded the pavement, the town getting quieter the farther I walked.
Son of a bitch.
I was going to find her, punch him, and then fix Tate’s car, so Fallon could get the hell out of town. Tonight.
I messed with her on the dance floor, kissed her almost beyond my own control, and then thought she’d stay invisible and quiet?
Why didn’t I just let her leave this afternoon like she wanted?
In the three or so months since I’d last seen her, I’d been doing fine. Sure I wasn’t happy, but like before, I got over the separation and moved on with my life. However dull it was.
Now, she had me chasing her down and in knots.
I was Madoc Caruthers. I don’t get mad, and I don’t chase women that don’t want to be chased.
But I couldn’t let her go with him. That wasn’t happening.
The sharp glow from the streetlights illuminated the whole area, and so far I’d seen no one resembling Fallon. A few couples here and there. Some drunk students stumbling around together.
Stopping at a corner I looked left again and let out a breath, finally spotting her. Her legs moved briskly, and she disappeared under the shadow of trees, shielding the moon’s light. But I knew it was her. That damned ripped shirt.
Digging in my heels, I walked as fire and anger urged my legs forward. I wanted to run. To race up behind her, throw her over my shoulder, and take her home.
My voice was deep and bitter as I shouted. “Where are you going?”
She spun around, stopping and scowling at me. “You followed me?” she accused.
I ignored the question. “Where are you going?” I asked again.
Her lips twisted up, enough to know she was done with me for the night and was not cooperating.
But then . . . she turned her lips up in a sinister smile and looked me up and down.
