Page 5 of Maddox
Draven yawns and says, “Delaney.”
He glances at me again and sighs before running his hands over his face. “Look, just get ready.”
“Fine,” she says, “but I have to take Delaney home.”
Shaking his head, he mutters under his breath, “Make it fucking quick.”
When he slams the door, I look at Draven who sighs dramatically and pushes to her feet.
“Who was that?” I ask while she retrieves a pink, puffy monstrosity from the closet and drops it to the floor.
She steps on it for good measure before pulling her shirt over her head.
“My brother. He’s an asshole but rumor has it he has a big dick if you want to give it a go. Although I doubt it.”
Averting my gaze when she rips off her bra and drops her shorts I mumble, “Um.”
I don’t really have a good response because now that she’s mentioned his dick, I’m envisioning what he might look like, naked, and sweaty and….
Wow.
Draven pulls the dress on and stares down her reflection in the mirror with a snarl. I share the sentiment because it’s hideous with a ballerina skirt and yards of tulle.
However, with her fishnet stockings and combat boots, somehow, she makes it work.
Apparently satisfied, sort of, she grabs the joint and her bag and motions to the door, saying, “Let’s go before Maddox loses his shit.”
“You mean he hasn’t already?” I mumble following her down the hall.
I’m insanely curious about where she has to go in that outfit but wisely, I refrain from asking.
When we exit, Maddox is sitting on his bike. If you had asked me twenty minutes ago if I thought bikers were hot, I would’ve laughed.
Now as I take in his silky dark hair and five o’clock shadow, my tummy swirls and I slide my gaze away, hoping he can’t sense my bewildering attraction.
This is when he climbs from his bike and holds out his hand to which I raise mine before dropping it quickly as Draven says, “What? No way.”
“You think I want to babysit your ass?” he says, eyeing me sideways. “This is from Pops himself. Gimme the keys. Let’s roll.”
Draven stomps her foot but tosses him the keys. He grabs them out of the air with a grunt and strides around the car while I climb in the back and sink in my seat, still mortified.
What was I thinking? That he wanted to hold my hand?
While Draven mutters profanities, Maddox removes his vest and folds it inside out before laying it across the seat.
Dropping my head, I stare at my bag as he slides behind the wheel and says, “Where do you live?”
When I look up, he’s staring over the seat. Jesus, just kill me now.
“Omega Heights,” I murmur.
His gaze drops to my cheer uniform and his brows rise before he shakes his head. I’m guessing he didn’t expect me to live in the park, but appearances can be deceiving. Look at their pretty house in the woods.
Once we’re back on the highway, I cover my burning cheeks wishing I could crawl into a hole, but they further flame when I glance up and find him watching me in the mirror.
His mouth curls at the corner, revealing a devastating dimple in his cheek and my heart thumps before he looks away when Draven rolls down the window.
I’m thankful for the reprieve and the remainder of the ride is silent while Draven stews stiffly and Maddox cruises through town.
