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“We should take it easy then.”
“So just my mouth on you then?” She gives me a devious grin and starts to slide down my body, pulling the sheets with her, and the cool air from the air conditioning whips over my skin, contrasting with the warmth of her between my thighs as her hands wrap around me. She slides her tongue over the tip of my cock, teasing me with just a taste of her mouth a moment later.
“Fuck, your mouth is so good…” I groan, my eyes starting to slide closed.
A hard rap of knuckles against the door startles me, and a moment later the door opens. Madison and Tobias’s father, Coach Westfield, fills the frame with his imposing presence.
“Okay. Just get dressed, Tobias.” His head turns in slow motion, and he starts speaking before his eyes can focus on us. “Madison, get up honey. I got here early. We’re gonna go get some breakfast—” He stops mid-sentence. His eyes going wide and then his nostrils flare.
Madison squeals and pulls the covers over her head, diving down next to me but still leaving them woefully short of covering my face. So I’m stuck staring at Coach Westfield while he’s getting so red, I think he might actually be about to have a heart attack.
“Undergrove, if that’s my fucking daughter under that sheet and not some whore you picked up from a bar, I will kill you myself.”
Madison’s arms wrap around me, and she pops up from under the sheet. Fury on her face, and her blonde hair a wild mess from the sex we had last night and being under the covers just now.
“You aren’t killing anyone. And you can mind your own business.”
“You are my fucking business.” He pinches his nose. “Jesus fucking Christ. Can you children not act like you have some sense for a few fucking days in a row. One of you will fucking kill me.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Tobias has appeared next to his father and peers over his shoulder. His eyes dodge between me and Madison, cycling through the various forms of outrage—shock, disbelief, and finally anger of his own. His jaw tightens, and his eyes land firmly on me.
“Our father thinks he can tell me what to do with my vagina.”
“Your vagina. Jesus Christ Madison.” Coach Westfield slams his hand against the frame of the door. “Get fucking dressed. And you.” He points to me. “You get your fucking ass out of my goddamn house. I told Tobias you were trash a long time ago.” He turns to Tobias and shoves past him. “Maybe now you’ll fucking believe me instead of acting like you know every goddamn thing under the sun.”
Tobias opens his mouth to protest and then thinks better of it, closing it again and returning his attention to us.
“You can’t let Dad talk to him like that. He isnottrash. And what I do with my body isn’t Dad’s fucking business.” Madison is a ball of rage next to me.
“Get dressed Mads.” Is all Tobias says, his eyes shifting to mine. The slightest shake of his head when he looks at me is all I need to see to know that our friendship is over.
Tobias closes the door behind him, and Madison turns to me. Her eyes are frantic as she looks at me, tears welling in them.
“I’m so sorry. Don’t listen to him. He’s an asshole. And Tobias will get over it. I’ll explain everything.”
“What will you explain?” I ask softly, slowly coming to grips with the fact that I’ve well and truly fucked things up now.
“That you… that I like you, and this was all my idea.”
“Your idea was for me to help you seduce Xander. I don’t think we should tell them that.” I get out of bed and grab my pants, slipping them on and my shirt while she continues.
“That was just an excuse. I told you. I liked you—like you. I… I have feelings for you, Quentin, and I don’t regret anything. My dad has a temper, and I know our families don’t get along, but he’ll get over it. I promise. He takes time but eventually, he listens to me. I’m good at talking him down. Better than my brothers honestly. Better than even my mom. Just give me a chance to talk to him.”
I’m already putting my stuff in my bag, and I can hear the panic start to seep into her voice. But I know it doesn’t matter. Even if she could talk her dad down. He hates me. And he’ll hate that I slept with his daughter. Then there’s Tobias. He’ll never believe that I did it because I have feelings for her. That I like her. He’ll think I just took what was in front of me like I usually do. Because I have no self-control and my self-loathing runs deep. It might hit a new level today though, facing the cold light of morning where I’ve fucked over one of my best friends by hiding all of this from him instead of telling the truth. His father will use it against him for a long time to come.
“Madison, it’s okay.”
“Don’t call me Madison. That’s not what you call me.” She stands, and I glance back at her and have to rip my eyes away. This is probably the last time I see her, and I don’t want to remember her crying like this, miserable because of me. I want to be able to close my eyes and see her like she was this morning—happy and sweet as she kissed me back.
“Nothing you say is going to calm your dad and brother down right now. Right now, I need to get out of here.”
We both look to the door when we hear the sound of raised voices again and then footsteps down the hall. The door opens a moment later and Madison jumps back, pressing the T-shirt I dropped last night to her chest as a cover. It’s Xander in the doorway. His eyes flick to her, and when he sees the tears, they turn on me, hard-set like I’m the biggest piece of shit he’s ever seen.
“If you’re not out of this fucking house in five minutes, I’ll give you the beating they won’t.”
Madison gasps, but I just nod and keep chucking my stuff in my bag. Xander slams the door behind him, and I hear his footsteps retreat. Madison grabs clothes out of her own bag and changes into them quickly before she comes back to me. She puts her hands over my bag to stop me from putting anything else in it.
“Quentin please,” she begs. “Just give them a minute to cool down and let me talk to them. Stay in here, and I’ll handle it. I’ll make them see it’s fine. That I’m fine.”
