AllFreeNovel
Share Us
CHAPTERTWENTY
Madelyn
Slade’s hands ran down to my waist, hooked around the bottom of my shirt, and moved upward beneath it, his fingers stroking over my smooth skin. I arched into him, my breasts grazing his solid chest. He swept down to capture my mouth, his heat flooding me from head to toe. A needy ache was forming between my legs.
I flung my arms around his neck, and Slade gazed down at me, his dark brown eyes piercing into mine. He lowered himself so the bulge behind his pants grazed my sex, and I rocked my hips to meet him. He kissed my neck, marking a searing path along its slope. One hand slipped under my ass, pressing me tighter against him.
“Slade,” I murmured like a plea, and yanked his mouth back to mine. He hugged me close against him as he parted his lips, opening the way for our tongues to tangle together. Oh, God, I wanted—I needed—
“I’ve got you, Maddie,” a familiar voice that wasn’t Slade’s murmured, even and assured. My fingers slid through tufts of hair that’d turned shorter than Slade’s wavy locks.
The man pinning me down wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped us over so I was straddling him, and I found myself looking down into Beckett’s gorgeously chiseled features and bright gray eyes. The crisply masculine tang of his cologne filled my nose. I wanted to drink it right off his skin.
He teased his deft hands up my torso to cup my breasts, swiveling his palms over my nipples. The sparks of pleasure made me whimper. Before I knew it, I was grinding against him the way I had Slade. Somehow it all felt perfectly normal, perfectly right. I wanted him too.
I bent down to kiss him, and he growled against my lips with a wildness I didn’t remember him showing before. With a powerful surge of his muscles, he hefted me up and carried me across the room to my desk. We were in my dorm, I registered vaguely. Books thumped and pens clattered to the floor as he cleared the way to place me on the desk’s top. Then he was kissing me again, devouring me so thoroughly my head spun.
Beckett gripped my hips and pulled me against him. One hand delved between us to work beneath the waist of my pants. Excitement quivered through my core even though some distant part of me wondered if this was a good idea. We’d only kissed once before and now… now…
Now his fingers were gliding right over my clit, and I was crying out against his mouth, and—
The shape of the surface beneath me shifted, and so did the man in front of me. Logan’s taller, brawnier form loomed as he braced me against the sink in the basement bathroom back home. His head bowed toward mine, his eyes glinting with a golden sheen full of heated longing.
“Maddie,” he muttered. He’d just rolled the condom over his shaft, the head nudging between my thighs where my pants had vanished. The ache inside me swelled, and I clamped my legs around his hips.
“Please,” I said, and he plunged into me at the same moment as he claimed my mouth with his. He was all around me with his raw, musky scent, filling me and plundering me, and I wanted nothing more than to buck against him until we both—
My leg kicked to the side and hit thick cloth. Something was tangled all around me—I was on my back again, but there was only a light warmth covering me, no masculine heat.
I blinked, and reality came rushing in. I was lying in my dorm-room bed, totally alone, sweat dampening my skin. It’d been a dream. A way-too-realistic dream. My pussy was throbbing as if those three men really had brought me to the brink of release.
Oh, crap, had any of the noises I’d been making carried through to reality? My gaze shot to the bed opposite mine, and I saw with a rush of relief that Keeley had already left. It was just me in the room with my hormones racing through me on overdrive.
I sat up, rubbed my face, and gathered my clothes to take a shower. But even after several minutes under the spray, which I turned as cold as I could stand it to wash away the lingering horniness, the memory of the dream still brought a flush to my cheeks.
Back in the dorm room, I picked up my phone and typed out a text to Summer.Had a crazy dream. You know how I told you that I’ve gotten kind of close with one of Logan’s friends, Slade? I was making out all hot and heavy with him, and then it was Beckett I was all over, and then I was back at home that night with Logan… Am I totally insane? Who lusts after three guys in the space of five minutes?
As I packed my bag for my morning classes, the phone chimed with Summer’s answer.Logan can GTFO, but I see no problems with getting it on with two hot guys who seem into you. Why shouldn’t you enjoy both of them, in your imagination… or in reality too? ;) Let them remind you what you’re worth, since that jackass doesn’t have a clue.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. My mouth twitched with a smile. Maybe she was right. College was supposed to be the time for casual hookups and experimenting, even if that wasn’t my typical approach. If both of the guys wanted me, and I wanted them… I’d make sure they knew I wasn’t exclusive, but there wasn’t anything wrong with me seeing where things could go with both of them.
It really shouldn’t have been so hard for me to believe that two hot guyscouldwant me. I guessed I could thank Logan for that, at least partly.
I paused after zipping up my bag and swallowed hard. Our encounter—and the way he’d ghosted me afterward—had cast a long shadow over my dating life. Somehow I’d spent more time with him in the past week than I had in years, and we’d barely touched on the one event that had altered our relationship irrevocably while also sending him running. Even when I’d tried to confront him before, I’d danced around the subject, unsure of how to address it.
We’d had something once, I knew that—even if it’d only been friendship for most of that time. A piece of my heart was still drawn to him, longing to understand him… I didn’t think I could give myself over to pursuing more with any other guy until the air was totally clear between us. There’d always be a lingering “what if” in the back of my head.
He owed me a proper explanation anyway, no matter how much he’d resisted before. If it was a shitty explanation, well, that’d tell me all I needed to know and make it that much easier to move on.
I’d be seeing him tonight. We were supposed to be checking out a bar on the outskirts of downtown. Dexter had turned up an old bill at Melinda Hughes’s house that’d been in a man’s name, a man the Vigil guys had determined was the manager at that bar. He could be the one who owned the car Logan had heard about, using her address for that too.
But I didn’t want to have a conversation like this in front of the other guys. There was no way Logan would open up with his friends within hearing. I wasn’t even sure if they knew we’d hooked up.
No, this was better kept private, just between us.
In between classes, I did my readings on a bench within view of the law library entrance, enjoying the spring sunlight and the warmth it cast over me. It wasn’t until the early afternoon when I spotted Logan’s tall form striding toward the library.
I hadn’t seen any of the other guys go in. Hopefully I’d be able to catch him alone in there. I stuffed my book into my bag, swung it over my shoulder, and hurried after him.
