“Just Maddox,” she says, digging through her books, her hair falling like a long, tawny curtain between us. “I think Lennox only fucks crew girls. But back in my sluttier days, when I didn’t know my worth, I let his brother string me along for a while. Not that you have to stop being a slut once you know your worth. You can do both. That’s just not how it worked for me.”
“You don’t care that people still call you that?”
“What, a slut?” she asks, grinning. “Nope. We made the Slut Club to take back that word from the assholes who used it against us. That’s where I was just now. At a meeting. If you’re interested, I can feel them out, see if they’d take a new member.”
I hold up a hand. “Thanks, but not interested. Still a virgin here.”
“Really?” she asks, looking impressed. “With the North brothers next door, just waiting to sneak in your window every night?”
I shrug, embarrassed. “I don’t see them as the sneaking-through-a-bedroom-window type.”
She cocks her head. “Are you a lesbian?”
“No,” I say, frowning. “I barely know those guys. I’m not just going to sleep with them because they’re hot.”
She gives me a funny look. “Why not? You’ve lived next door to them for six months.”
“And?” I say, tugging at the hem of Maddox’s shirt, suddenly becoming aware of the smell of him on it again, how it envelopes me in the masculine scent, how it caresses my bare skin.
“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she says. “Though now that I know you’ve never done it, I’d advise against it for your first time. I mean, damn, does that boy know how tofuck. He’ll eat that pussy from dust ‘til dawn to make sure you cum, too. But he’s big—way too big for a virgin. You’d be icing that shit fordays.”
I can barely swallow. It’s bad enough seeing random girls sucking his dick. I don’t need to think about him eating out my friends, how intimate that is. “He took your virginity?” I manage at last.
“No way,” Lexi says, waving a dismissive hand. “I was a regular slut by then, but he still left me hobbling around like I had a dislocated hip. Which, now that I think of it, maybe I did. Do those pop back in on their own?”
“I don’t know,” I say, shifting on the seat and watching Maddox drive to the basket, swarmed by teammates. His bare skin is glistening with sweat, and my fingers tingle with the memory of how it felt against them. “Can we talk about something else?”
Lexi laughs and swings her hair back, gathering it into a high ponytail. “I knew that would make you jealous. You totally like him.”
“I totally do not,” I insist, leaning down to get my book out of my backpack, pretending the blood rushing to my face is from bending over too fast.
thirteen
Lennox North
“What the hell is she wearing?” I demand as Maddox holds the door open, letting Rae slip out under his arm. My gaze drops to her bare legs, lightly tanned and fully toned, the kind of legs you can picture pumping hard, giving you a good chase.
My cock twitches as I watch her stride out toward my car. Her ass is nice too, firm and high as it flexes against the inside of his shirt.
I know she runs. I bet she’s fast.
Maddox gives me a cool look when I return my attention to him. He lets the door fall shut, and we both follow her into the parking lot, now deserted except for a few cars—the team, the coach, a few teachers staying late.
“Her clothes got ruined,” he says. “She needed something to wear.”
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I demand, glaring at him.
“I can,” he says. “But I don’t see why I should.”
“She’s too fucking pure for you,” I snap.
He shrugs, his eyes hooded as he tries to get a rise out of me the way he always does. “You gonna pretend you’re any better?”
I scowl at him. “I’m not pretending anything. I won’t hurt her.”
He scoffs. “Like you don’t hurt the crew girls?”
“I don’t do anything to a girl that she doesn’t agree to,” I say, glaring as we approach my shitty little fifteen-year-old El Camino. Rae stands beside it with her thumbs hooked in the straps of her backpack, the t-shirt hugging her tight tits and highlighting her hard, pointed nipples.