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“No? Then why’d you console me at the party? Why’d you give me your dorm?”
Rage unfurls in my chest and I whip back around, advancing on her again in quick strides. “Because you fuck with my head!” I shout, shoving a finger against my temple. “You show up here after all this time and I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to act around you!” I close the distance between us and reach out to grab her by the biceps, yanking her in close, my upper lip curling back from my teeth in a snarl. “I choose to walk away because I know it’s not fucking healthy that every time I see you, I can’t decide if I want to fight with you or fuck you.”
A flare of anger ignites in her eyes to match my own and she pushes hard against my chest, glaring daggers up at me. “Well which is it, Duke?” she demands, trying to shove me away but failing to move me an inch. “Do you wanna fuck me or fight with me?”
Hearing those words from her lips paired with my old nickname sends a shockwave of primal desire straight to my dick. My tattooed hand darts up to wrap around her throat and she draws a short gasp as my grip tightens, drawing her even closer and angling her face up to mine. I lower my own until our noses brush, her big green eyes blazing with heat as I growl, “both.”
Suddenly we’re crashing together, a frenzied mess of lips and tongues and teeth. I’m not even sure which one of us moves first- it’s like a taut cord stretching between us just snaps, sending us colliding into one another with the force of a lightning strike. Our lips slam down on one another’s, and unlike when we were kids, there’s nothing sweet or yearning about the way we kiss. It’s messy and urgent and desperate, my tongue licking into her mouth and chasing hers, my head angling to deepen our kiss until there isn’t a breath of space between us.
My hands cruise down her body until I’m lifting her by the backs of her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist, arms cinching around my neck. They hit the bill of my backwards hat, knocking it off my head and sending it tumbling to the ground. She throws her body weight into me like she can’t get close enough, and it knocks me off balance- I stumble back a step, the backs of my calves meeting the concrete ledge. I fall down onto it with Sloane in my lap, still kissing the life out of her as my arms close tightly around her waist, squeezing the air from her lungs.
Kissing her feels like coming home. She buries her hands in my hair, hips grinding down over my lap as our tongues battle for dominance. I swallow her little whimpers, groaning into her mouth as my cock thickens beneath my zipper, aching to be freed. Our lips move together in perfect synchronicity, like our bodies remember exactly how to move with one another’s.
The familiarity of it all is too much. Reality comes crashing in as I suddenly realize what the hell I’m doing and I yank back abruptly, throwing Sloane off me and shooting to my feet.
She stumbles back to catch her balance, shock and surprise written all over her face. Her lips are puffy and swollen from our kisses, eyes still clouded with lust.
I can’t look at her. Not now, not like this.
I whip around, flinching when she calls my name.
“Madd!” she yells sharply, panting to catch her breath. “Don’t you dare kiss me like that and then just walk away. You don’t get to do that.”
I twist to face Sloane again, closing in on her in a single long stride and darting a hand out to grab her roughly by the chin. I press down on her lower lip with my thumb, forcing her jaw open and sliding my digit into her mouth, pressing the pad of it to her tongue. I lean in until our foreheads are touching, eyes darkening as they bore into hers.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
And with that, I shove her back and turn away again, deriving some sick sense of satisfaction from leaving her panting and wanting in my wake.
14
“What is it?!” I ask, heart pounding with excitement as Madd tows me by the hand around the side of the ski lodge.
“You’ll see,” he laughs. Then he suddenly stops in his tracks, whirling around to face me and blocking my view around the building with his broad form.
“Madd!” I whine, stomping my foot in frustration.
He throws his head back on another laugh, reaching out to take my face between his hands. “Always so impatient,” he admonishes, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. “Now wait here, I wanna see your face when you see my present.”
Madd’s hands slide down to my shoulders and he moves me to stand against the side of the building, my back meeting the roughly hewn stone facade. His eyes spark with mischief as he backs away and darts around the corner, and it takes everything in me to remain rooted to the spot as I wait for him to tell me I can look.
I have no idea what hairbrained scheme he’s gotten up to this time, but as always, I’m along for the ride and eager to find out. I told him a couple weeks ago that my half birthday was coming up, because it means we officially only have six months left until I turn eighteen and we can run together under the full moon. I could see the wheels spinning in his head as soon as I told him, and today he picked me up and said he had a half birthday gift for me- as if celebrating a half birthday with presents is a thing.
“Alright, you can come out now!” Madd calls, and a wave of giddy anticipation hits me as I push off the wall and bound around the corner of the lodge.
My eyes light up with excitement when they land on the moving benches of the ski-lift traversing slowly down the slope, whirling around the base, and re-angling to make their steady ascent.
“Surprise, Duchess.”
I swing my gaze from the ski-lift to my boyfriend, standing there with his arms folded over his chest and a smirk on his lips. “You got it working?!” I squeal, running toward Madd with a wide-eyed grin. “How?!”
He laughs, catching me around the waist. “Remember Carson, that nerd I got partnered up with in bio lab? His brother’s a mechanic. A damn good, one, too.”
“I can’t believe you did this!” I gush, pushing up on my toes and crushing my lips to his.
He kisses me back like only Madd can- forceful but gentle, tender yet demanding. There’s a promise conveyed in every glide of his lips on mine, in every flick of his tongue against my own, and like always, I’m breathless when it ends, staring up at him with so much adoration that I feel like I could burst.
I can’t believe he did this for me. How many times have I looked longingly at that lift, telling Madd that I wanted to take a ride on it up the mountain? Of course he’d find a way to make it happen. If I asked him for the moon, I have no doubt that he’d figure out how to rob everyone else of its light to give it to me.
