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Giving in to my rage, I throw the phone and watch it crash against the wall. But even that’s not enough to tame the beast within. His words bring back the memories that are better left forgotten, but no matter how hard I try to shove them away, they keep resurfacing. And this time, there is no holding them back.

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BEFORE – FRESHMAN YEAR

“Max, hey!”

I look up from my phone, surprised to see one of my sister’s friends in front of me. Just a while ago, I parted ways with my teammates, and this was the last place I’d imagine seeing her. Or anybody else for that matter.

Titling my chin in her direction, I lock and pocket my phone. “What’s up, Maddaline?”

The guys and I wanted to blow off some steam, so we went dirt bike racing. I wouldn’t peg this as one of Maddy’s usual go-to places. She’s more of a shopping and manicure kind of girl. So polished andgirly.

Maddy’s brown hair is curled in those big ringlets that bounce off her tits as she walks. Her face is always all glittery and shit. And don’t even get me started on those short skirts and tight tops she wears. She might be my sister’s friend, which makes her off-limits, but I’m not blind. No guy in his right mind could ignore a girl like Maddaline Adams.

On the other hand, I’m a mess. My clothes are all dusty and dirty from hours of racing under the strong Californian sun. My sweaty T-shirt clings to my skin, and I’m positive I reek.

“Just… hanging around, I guess.”

“Mhmm…” I nod my head non-committally.

We stand there, in the middle of the road, not knowing what to say. Jeanette has just recently started hanging out with Maddy and her crew. And although I saw them in passing, we never talked much.

I’ll be honest and say I was relieved. My sister is so shy and withdrawn. Always has been. I tried to include her in my group of friends, but since we started high school, she’s pulled away more. But then one day, Maddy approached her, and they’ve been hanging ever since.

I focus my gaze on hers. Crystal blue eyes are surrounded by thick, dark lashes.

“Thank you.” Long lashes flutter, confusion written on her face, so I explain. “For approaching Jeanette.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem.”

“She’s just so shy, but there isn’t a better person out there…”

Maddy smiles, her full, pink lips curling. “She’s… something else.”

My smile grows even bigger. If there is one thing I love in this world more than hockey, it’s my sister. “Yes, she is. You going home? Why don’t I walk you?”

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“Maddy.” My hushed groan is stopped with another fervent kiss.

Our hands roam freely. Her fingers dig into my scalp, scratching lightly down my neck and making me shiver. My hand is intertwined in her long curls, while the other cups her ass cheek, squeezing the soft flesh in my palm and pulling her closer to me.

“Shut up and k-kiss me.” Her voice breaks at the end, interrupted by a trembling moan.

Our lower halves brush, my aching dick pressing into her so much that I can feel her heat.

“We should stop,” I mumble between kisses.

But we don’t. It’s the same old story we tell each other every time.

We shouldn’t do it. It’s wrong. We should stop. What if somebody sees us? What if Jeanette finds out?

So many excuses. So many what ifs.

Maddy hooks one of her legs around my waist, bringing us closer. Our hips slowly start to grind together in tune with our tongues. Dipping deeper, stroking harder.

My cock is painfully hard in my jeans, pressing against the zip, which barely keeps it contained. The thought of going inside and finding the first available room enters my mind. My hand slips underneath her shirt, caressing soft flesh.

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