Page 51 of Mad Rivals
Holy shit. Holy shit!
I can’t believe I just got railed by Madden Bradley in the bathroom.
God, that was hot.
I want it to happen again. Anywhere. Bathroom, bedroom, out in the gardens at this banquet hall.
Tonight, tomorrow, the next day.
Over and over again.
But as he steps out of his stall and washes his hands, neatly tucked back into his pants once again, I can’t help but worry that this is a one-time event. We gave into the pull that was between us, and that might be that on that.
I hope not, though. Because one taste of Madden Bradley simply isn’t enough. I’m already addicted.
CHAPTER 21: Madden Bradley
The Most Delicious Thing I Ate Tonight
Fuck. I couldn’t help myself, and I shouldn’t be surprised that it was that good.
The chemistry between us has been on point since day one, and tonight was inevitable. Part of me thought I could fuck her out of my system, but as it turns out, quite the opposite happened.
I need more. Tonight.
“Come back to my place with me after the gala,” I say once I’m done washing my hands, and I join her in the lounge again. It’s not a question.
“I don’t—” She begins her protest, but I hold up a hand.
I don’t have an overnight bag. I don’t have clothes for morning. I don’t even like you.Whatever she was about to say is simply an excuse, and as we all know, excuses are like assholes. We’ve all got one.
“Don’t make excuses,” I say.
She presses her lips together, and she lets out a deep breath before her eyes meet mine again. “Okay. Just…” She trails off, and it’s as if she thinks twice about what she was going to say.
“Just?” I prompt.
She clears her throat. “Don’t hurt me.”
I take a step toward her, and another, and then I reach out and close the gap between us so I’m holding her in my arms, and nothing has ever felt quite so right. “I can’t make that promise. Physically, I won’t. Unless you ask me to.” I flash her a smirk, to which she rolls her eyes.
I lean forward and press my lips to hers, and the kiss quickly intensifies as she opens her mouth to mine and shoves her fingers into my hair.
Strange how this is only the second time we’ve kissed. We just had sex with no kissing, and it might’ve been the most intense sex of my life. I’ve also never fucked someone who hated me until I was inside her, so there’s that.
I don’t think she hates me anymore. I’m not sure she ever really did, but certainly not after the last few minutes.
But we still have that little issue of working together coupled with the fact that our fathers are actual enemies for reasons we really still don’t understand.
Maybe we never will. But maybe we can be the examples here. There’s no reason we can’t explore this very tangible thing between us in secret and deal with the rest when we need to.
She pulls back first this time—mostly because there’s no way in hell I was going to stop the kiss first this time. Not when she ran last time.
“We should get back out there,” she says. “I need a minute or two in here if you want to go first.”
It’s her gentle hint to get rid of me so she can use the bathroom, and I take it. “Are you okay?”
She nods, and her eyes twinkle at me. “I mean, aside from the shaky knees from what you did to me, yeah.”
