Maddox gives us a resentful look before turning and walking away. I guess we’re back to him hating me and not talking, like last summer, though I’m not sure what I did to piss him off so badly. I don’t have it in me to think about it right now, so I let his brother take my hand in his warm, comforting grip and lead me into the house and away from Maddox’s grudge.
twenty-one
Maddox North
When I get back with Rae’s stuff, I can hear the shower running in the bathroom at the end of the hall. I’m tempted to go straight to our room, since the walls between that and the bathroom are paper thin, and I want to know if I’ll get a repeat of the last time she showered here, when she surprised the hell out of me. I didn’t think she was the kind of girl who would finger herself in someone else’s shower. I assumed that because she’s still a virgin as a senior, she must be some uptight little prude, but maybe I had her all wrong.
She came while we fingered her ass hole and her cunt at once, after all. Maybe it’s time to see what else my dirty little girl likes.
“You got everything?” Lennox asks, dropping onto the couch and adjusting his glasses.
“Surprised you’re not in there with her,” I say, shoving the whole pile of clothes into the washer.
“She’s messed up right now,” he says. “It’s not the time.”
“Oh, right,” I say, picking up the box and dumping powder on top of her clothes. “Because you’d have to traumatize her to get off.”
“Fuck you,” he snaps.
“I’d rather fuck her,” I say. “Maybe I should go in there now, make her forget her problems for a while, like we did the last time she stayed over.”
“Don’t touch her,” Lennox growls.
I raise a brow and close the door of the washing machine. “Oh, so now she’s yours? I thought you wanted to share her with the entire crew.”
“I changed my mind,” he says. “And so what if she is mine? You got a problem with that?”
I start the machine and turn to him, crossing my arms over my chest in the way that always intimidates people. “Maybe I do.”
We stare at each other for a minute. “Since when is she anything more than a piece of ass to you?” he asks at last.
I shrug. “Who said she’s more than that?”
“She’s more than that,” he says, glaring at me.
“You wanting to prove that you’re a good guy by not touching her doesn’t make you any better than me wanting to fuck her,” I say. “We’re both using her.”
“You said she was too good for us,” he points out. “That we shouldn’t mess with her because she’s too innocent.”
I remember the feel of her struggling in my arms, bucking against me; of her bare ass nestled into my groin, my dick between her cheeks and my finger in the hot, wet squeeze of her cunt. My cock stirs at the image of my brother slicking his finger with my cum and sticking it up her ass, and how her pussy looked when I spread it open and let him shoot his load over her glistening pink flesh.
I push off the washer, grinning down at him. “You don’t think we’ve corrupted her enough, little brother? Because I’m down for round two if you think she’s still not ready.”
“You’ll ruin her,” he says quietly.
I stare back at him. “So will you.”
We stay like that, in a standoff, for at least five minutes. The time ticks by, neither of us willing to back down, to give her up to the other. Finally, Lennox caves by speaking first.
“Then it’s agreed,” he says. “Neither of us touches her.” He turns and walks past me into the kitchen, picking up the cordless phone and plucking a page of coupons down from where Mom stuck it on the fridge. “I’m ordering pizza.”
When Rae emerges from the shower a good half hour later, she’s wearing a pair of Lennox’s boxers and one of his shirts, which immediately sets off some primal part of my brain. I want to rip them off her and replace them with mine—after I devour her one lick at a time, like a fucking ice cream cone.
“We ordered pizza,” Lennox calls, glancing back over his shoulder. We’re on the couch playing video games. As much as we give each other shit and argue, we’re brothers, and that never ends. But the air between us is unsettled, filled with the strain of our unsolved argument still lingering like cobwebs.
“Is your mom not home yet?” Rae asks, standing awkwardly at the end of the hall, like she’s afraid to step into the lion’s den where we had her between us the last time.
“She’s on late shift tonight.”