Read Rival Page 7


  Madoc was hot. He knew it. And he knew everyone else knew it.

  But what was underneath the blond hair, boyish blue eyes, and smooth, toned body was bad. He was bad.

  And someday his looks would fade, and whoever he ended up with would just have someone bad. I had to remind myself of that. There was nothing in him that I should want.

  The light rain blew around his face, and he blinked away the water dripping down his cheeks. “You know what?” he sneered, looking like he was about to turn away. “I’m so over your bullshit, Fallon. I wish I knew what the hell you wanted from me.” His voice got stronger. “You act like everything’s fine around Addie and then you show up to my party dressed to impress down to your underwear around all of my friends, and then you bring up my party two years ago.” He got in my face. “What do you want from me?” His bellow reared up from deep inside of him.

  “Nothing!” I shouted, my eyes burning with anger. “I want nothing from you. Nothing ever again!”

  He reared back just a little as if I’d surprised him.

  “Again? Is that what this is about?” he asked. “Us fucking two years ago?”

  Fucking. I averted my eyes.

  I’d rather shove a drumstick up my nose than let him see how much that hurt. I wiped the water off my forehead and smoothed my hair over the top of my head.

  “You know what?” He narrowed his eyes, speaking up before I got a chance. “You can go to hell, Fallon. I was sixteen, too. I was a virgin, same as you. You were all over me, too, and you know it. I didn’t force you! You didn’t have to go and complain to our parents. Jesus Christ!”

  Huh?

  By that point he was breathing hard. “They treated me like I was pressuring you or some shit!” he shouted, throwing his hand out into the air. “You told them that I was forcing you?”

  “Madoc, I . . .”

  What the fuck was he talking about? My breath, my hands, my knees—everything was shaking.

  “Screw you, Fallon,” he cut me off, getting angrier. “All you had to do was say something. I would’ve left you alone, but I thought . . .”

  He trailed off, looking at the ground, looking too disgusted to speak with his pursed lips.

  The air in my lungs was gone. What the hell?

  Everything he was saying was like a slap, and I’d been knocked on my ass. What the hell was he talking about?

  I inched closer. “They told you I complained?”

  His head snapped up, and I saw the muscles twitching in his jaw. “Your mother told me that you hated what I was doing to you. That you had to get away from me, and that’s why you disappeared overnight.” Every word bled from his mouth. His cut was deep.

  Goddamn it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. This was not happening!

  If they had lied and told Madoc that I complained, then that meant he thought I wanted to leave. He thought that I went to our parents asking to be sent away.

  I sucked the water off my bottom lip and opened my eyes, meeting Madoc’s scowl.

  Madoc had never wanted me gone. He thought that I ran from him.

  That was unexpected.

  But it didn’t have to change things. If our parents lied to both of us, then I was still putting them under the knife. Maybe Madoc wasn’t as malicious as I had originally thought, but he still wasn’t innocent. He still treated me like a whore, and he never came for me. Never called, wrote, or looked for me. Everything I went through, I went through alone.

  They were all still enemies.

  “Get out of my way.” I brushed past him, climbing back up the incline.

  But before I reached the car, Madoc grabbed the inside of my elbow and whipped me back around. “No, no. You don’t get to leave until I get an explanation.”

  I looked up at him, feeling the heat of his skin through my wet shirt.

  “An explanation?” I shrugged. “I’m guessing it’s genetic, Madoc. Penis size is inherited. Not much you can do about it.”

  I spun back around, heading to the GTO and my jaw aching with a smile I struggled to hold back.

  Opening the car door, I jerked backward as it was slammed shut again by a force behind me.

  Shit!

  My heart pounded, and my veins rushed with liquid heat.

  Before I could turn around, Madoc crowded my back, pressing my chest into the car door.

  Air rushed in and out of my lungs, and I felt warm all the way up to my head.

  “Tell me you hated it,” he challenged, lips brushing hot on my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

  He kisses me. His mouth is wet and all over me. I can smell cigarettes everywhere now. From where his mouth and hands were. His fingers glide down my butt and squeeze.

  “You ready to go upstairs?” he asks. “I want to see how bad you really are.”

  I shake my head. No. “I want to go back outside to the party.”

  Why did I let him kiss me?

  I dart to his left, but he shoves his body into mine, cutting me off.

  “But you got me all turned on. Come on, let’s go have some fun.” He reaches up and runs a thumb over my nipple.

  My eyes widen, and my fists clench, about to hit him.

  “Get away from her.” I hear Madoc’s voice from behind the guy looming over me.

  “Get your own, Madoc.”

  “That’s my sister.” His voice is sharp. “Get away from her or get out of my house, Nate.”

  Nate backs off of me. “Fine. Didn’t know she was your sister, man. Sorry.”

  He leaves, but I still feel ashamed.

  “Madoc, I—”

  “Shut up,” he barks, grabbing my hand. “I knew you’d show up here, trying to be the center of attention as usual. Looking for a good time just like your mother, right?”

  “That’s not what I was doing, asshole.” I try to pull my hand away as he hauls me up the stairs.

  “Oh, really? You have friends here? Yeah, didn’t think so.” We stop at my door. He lets go. “Go back to your room, Fallon. Play with your Legos.”

  “You’re not the boss of me, Madoc. And I’m not a slut.” I put my hands on my hips. “But if you’re going to keep calling me one, then I may as well get it over with. Your friend Jared’s outside, right? He’s hot. Maybe he’ll be my first.”

  I walk around Madoc and go for the stairs again. He grabs me and pulls me through my bedroom door.

  “Madoc, let go of me!”

  “Stay away from my friends!” He lets go but bears down on me, crowding my space. He’s so angry, but I’m not scared.

  “Oh, like I’d really beg to be a part of your crowd.” I sneer. “A bunch of Kens and Barbies that get their reliable world news from Facebook.”

  He advances. I’m backed up to my bumper sticker wall.

  “You act like you’re so superior,” he snarls, “but who was it macking on one of my friends downstairs? For someone that doesn’t care about those people, you seemed pretty ready to open your legs for one of them!”

  I get back in his face. “I do what I want, when I want. No one makes decisions for me, Madoc. Not you. Not our parents. Not my friends. I’m in control. I’m free!”

  “Free?” he laughs bitterly. “Are you serious? Just because you have shit pierced to your face and a few tattoos? You didn’t get those tattoos because you wanted them. You got them to prove that you could. It’s you trying to prove something, Fallon! You’re. Not. Free!”

  I slap him hard with both of my hands, but he catches me before I can hit him a third time. He holds my wrists, and we stare at each other. Something passes through his eyes, and before I know it, his lips are on mine.

  We both grab at each other. He pulls me hard against him, and his mouth is all over mine. This isn’t like when Nate kissed me downstairs. Madoc feels real. Like nothing is planned. Everything is coming from his gut.

  This feels right.

  He pulls away, breathing hard, wide-eyed.

  “Oh, my God.” His eyebrows are p
inched together in fear. “I’m sorry, Fallon. I don’t know what I was thinking. I didn’t mean—”

  I inch back up to him, unable to meet his eyes. “Don’t stop,” I beg. Slowly, I reach out with my shaking hand and take him around his neck, bringing him in.

  He jerks when my lips meet his, but after a few seconds, his arms circle my waist.

  “I like fighting with you,” he chokes out, laying me on the bed and coming down on top. “This is going to change everything.”

  I pull his T-shirt over his head. “This changes nothing,” I say.

  “Say it, Fallon.” He pushed into me, his lips in my hair. “Tell me how much you hated my hands on you . . . my mouth on you.”

  I splayed my palms against the door, remembering how my hands had been on every inch of him.

  Madoc became my world two years ago. I’d wait for him at night, my heart pumping a mile a minute, knowing that he was coming. Knowing that he was going to touch me. I loved all of it. I never wanted the sun to come up.

  I pushed back against his long body, the wet heat between my legs nearly making me groan.

  I could barely catch my breath as I twisted my face to the side. “You want to hear how much I wanted it?” My throat tightened on the words.

  He laid his palms over my hands against the door and pressed into me harder from behind.

  His lips were on my neck. “Fuck the past,” he breathed. “I want to hear that you missed it.”

  CHAPTER 9

  MADOC

  I dove down, sucking her neck into my mouth before she got a chance to answer.

  “Madoc,” she groaned, and her knees gave way.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist, my lips still devouring her neck, and slammed her into the car.

  Damn her.

  Shit wasn’t supposed to go down like this.

  I threaded my fingers under her hair while I sucked on her neck, then captured her lobe, and kissed her jawline before she twisted her head toward me and I took her mouth in mine. The sweet warmth was more than I could take. My dick jerked, and when Fallon pushed her beautiful ass into me, I almost groaned.

  “Fuck, Fallon,” I gasped out, yanking the drenched tank top over her head and throwing it to the ground.

  She dropped her head back against my shoulder, her chest rising and falling fast with her panting. Her desperate eyes pleaded with me before they squeezed shut. Her body was aching. Just like mine.

  I wrapped one hand lightly around the front of her neck and ran a possessive hand across her stomach.

  “I want to be inside of you.” I nudged her neck, tipping her chin up to meet my eyes. “But you better not lie again.”

  Her face was wet, and she blinked away the rain on her eyelashes, looking so desperate that I wanted to tear her apart. All night long. I settled for kissing her, swirling the tip of my tongue against hers and pulling it into my mouth.

  Jesus, she tasted good.

  I reached down and dove into her shorts, cupping her in my hand.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered.

  I rubbed the wet heat between my middle finger and thumb, ready to fucking explode.

  She squirmed, running her back up and down my chest as she moaned. I rubbed her clit with my two fingers and pressed my cock into her ass.

  Her rain-covered body glistened with the glow from the headlights, and I could feel the pulse between her legs against my fingertips. She was needy and ready.

  Unclasping her bra, I yanked it off her shoulders and unbuttoned her shorts from behind. Pulling those and her panties down her legs, I backed up to look at her.

  She stood on unsteady legs and leaned against the car door, her fingers still splayed across the window.

  Water droplets cascaded down her long, slender back and over her rounded ass to her thighs.

  “Sit on the car, baby.” I kept my voice calm even though my body was screaming. I could barely breathe.

  I briefly thought that maybe we should get out of the rain, but it was still hot out, and who was I kidding? She was so beautiful like this.

  Her arms fell to her sides, and she turned around, keeping her chin down and eyes on me. Walking to her right, she sat down on the hood, her feet dangling just above the ground.

  I walked over as well, standing opposite her but keeping my distance.

  Her breasts were bigger than I remembered, and I wanted to slow down. It’d been too long since I’d touched her, and I wanted to rediscover everything.

  But there was no time. My dick was like a steel rod right now.

  “Spread your legs,” I said in a husky voice, a smile tugging at my lips.

  Her breath caught, and I watched her breasts rise and fall with excitement. Or nervousness. Her jaw hardened as she met my challenge. Leaning back on her hands, she opened her legs wide, exposing what I wanted.

  Damn this girl.

  My eyes drifted down her flushed and wet body as I untied my shorts, letting them fall to the ground.

  Her eyes went wide as soon as she noticed the glint of silver at my tip.

  Standing between her legs, I gently pushed her back onto the hood slowly, keeping time with AWOLNATION’s “Sail” streaming from the car stereo. Then, holding her at the hips, I sunk my lips into her warm, wet stomach, feasting on her soft skin, and then moved up to her nipple, sucking hard.

  “Ah,” she moaned and gasped, but I ignored her squirms.

  Moving over, I took the other one in my mouth, sucking and biting, drawing her hard nipple out with my teeth, and damn, I loved how sweet she tasted.

  Two years ago I didn’t know shit. Sure, screwing around with Fallon had taught me a little, but I had still been immature and unsure of myself.

  Now, I knew more, and I knew what I wanted. I wasn’t afraid of taking it and taking chances.

  Moving fast, I upped the pace and kissed down the length of her stomach, every inch bringing me closer to what I really wanted.

  In one rushed movement, I snatched her clit between my lips and sucked it like a peach.

  “Oh, my God!” She squirmed, throwing her head back, the hood bending under her movements. I couldn’t see her eyes. Her face was pinched up in pleasure.

  I swirled my tongue around, flicking her a few times hard.

  I hate her, I told myself.

  I don’t trust her.

  She is going to screw me over again.

  And I didn’t care about giving her pleasure.

  I didn’t care that she was enjoying this. I simply wanted her to come in my mouth, so she knew who owned her.

  But the more she grasped at my hair and went wild under me, the more I realized I wanted to hear her call my name. I realized I wanted her to love it.

  “Madoc.” Her voice shook. “Madoc, now!”

  I looked up and saw her looking down at me. She ran her hand down my cheek.

  “Now,” she begged. “Please?”

  And that was what I was waiting for. Even though I didn’t know it.

  Standing up, I clenched my teeth, looking down at that beautiful body. That beautiful girl that hated me, and I hated her, but—goddamn it—I loved how we hated, because it was raw and real. It didn’t make any sense, but yeah—it was real.

  Yanking her down to the edge of the car, I held her eyes as I drove inside of her.

  “Ahhh. . . .” She squeezed her eyes shut and bared her teeth.

  “Shit, Fallon.” I stopped, shut my eyes, and savored the feeling.

  Warm and tight around me, the heat of her spread across my thighs and up my chest. The rain did little to cool me down.

  I didn’t know how many guys she’d been with after me, and I didn’t want to know, but I figured my piercing might take a minute to adjust to. Hovering over her, my dick inside of her, I just watched her, waiting for her eyes to open.

  When they did, she looked at me and snaked her hand around my neck, bringing us both halfway in for a kiss. As I massaged her tongue with mine and nibbled on her wet lips, I starte
d to move inside of her slowly at first, feeling every inch of her heat and savoring every little whimper she let loose in my mouth.

  Breaking the kiss, I cupped her breast with one hand and steadied myself with the other hand on the hood of the car. Every muscle in my back was tense, and my shoulders were on fire. The air rushed in and out of my lungs, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pounded into her, the volcano between my legs hot and urgent and feeling so damn good.

  Her breasts bounced back and forth as I moved in and out of her harder and harder.

  Her nails dug into my chest. “More, Madoc. It feels so good.”

  I stood up straight, pulled her back down to the edge of the hood, and hooked the back of her knees over my arms. “Tell me you missed this.”

  She blinked and swallowed. “Yes.” She nodded, her whisper coming out shaky. “I missed it.”

  Me, too.

  I entered her again and pounded into her like there was no tomorrow.

  Her back arched, her tits went wild, and she moaned long and loud. “Yes . . . oh, my God!”

  She tightened around my dick, her stomach shaking with shallow breaths, and her eyes squeezed shut as she came all over me.

  The fire in my cock spread through my thighs and burned to the tip. I pulled out, gasping and stroking until I came all over her stomach.

  My throat was dry, and my heart was trying to punch a hole through my chest. I dropped my head down between her breasts and closed my eyes, feeling her chest rise and fall under me.

  No coherent thoughts formed in my head. Just words.

  Awesome.

  Hot.

  Damn.

  Shit.

  I had no clue what I was supposed to do now, and her silence told me she was just as baffled as I was. I was about to get off of her when she started running her fingers through my drenched hair.

  Frozen, I just lay there and let her.

  And then I winced, realizing I hadn’t used a condom.

  Shit. Really, dude? You have them in your glove compartment. Why hadn’t I even thought about it? I had always used them, except with Fallon once or twice when we were younger.

  “I never said those things to our parents.” She spoke up, breaking me out of my thoughts.