And this time, I’m not going down without a fight. I’m done letting him win and holding in my anger, pretending I don’t care that the girls like him better, that the coaches chose him for the teams and cut me, that he’s even physically superior—bigger, stronger, taller. Themalparidoeven has perfect 20/20 vision. He took all the nutrients in the womb, and he hasn’t stopped winning since.
But I won’t sit back and accept it this time. This time, the nice guy wins.
Rae snuggles against me and sighs contentedly even knowing who I am. Maybe she thinks we’re happy to share her, like we do the crew girls. Like we did last time. She doesn’t know what’s gone down between us, that this shit’s become a competition for her heart, her body, her innocence.
Unless he already took it…
I lean down and continue kissing her cheek and jawline. She moans and stretches her chin up, giving me access to the graceful curve of her throat. I lick and bite along the column of her neck, coming back to her ear and gently tugging her earlobe between my teeth. I suck at the skin, feeling the back her earring against my tongue. Releasing it, I blow a stream of cold air against the wet skin, making her squirm with ticklishness.
I lean down, letting my warm breath fill her ear. “Are you still a virgin?”
“Yes,” she says, stretching her body against mine. My cock throbs, and I fight the urge to drag her off the bed, throw her on the floor on her back, and fuck her hard and fast, taking what I want so he can never have it. I wonder what her tears taste like, how tight she’d clench up around me with her sobs, if the fear in her eyes would fade too fast once I’m inside her.
But no.
She’s not that kind of girl.
“Maddox didn’t fuck you last night?” I ask, palming her tits and feeling each nipple stiffen under my touch. My cock throbs against her again, and she pushes back into it, urging me on.
“Just with his fingers,” she says, her voice breathy. She rolls over to face me, biting her lip to hide a smile as she reaches for me. I groan as she slides her hand along the front of my thin pajama pants, palming my erection. “Want me to even things out?”
So she does still think this is okay with both of us, that if we don’t share her at the same time, we’ll be happy to take turns. Hell, she’s even asked about joining the Murder of Crows. Maybe she’d be okay with us passing her around. A month ago,Iwould have been okay with it.
Now, it’s turned personal.
I lean in and kiss her, matching her smile with my own. “How about this,” I say. “You owe me a rain check on that one. I think today you get to be on the receiving end, birthday girl.”
“Oh!” Her eyes widen, and her fingers flex around my cock. “I totally forgot.”
“Happy birthday,” I murmur, leaning down to capture her soft, pouty lower lip between my teeth. I give it a gentle suck, running my hand down her tight tummy and pushing down her pants. I stroke my fingers over her mound, her panties warm and already a little damp under my fingers. I try not to think about why, if she’s wet for me or still wet from last night with Maddox.
Of course it’s all I can think about now.
“We have a tradition in our family,” I say, drawing back from the kiss while I continue to tease her gently with my fingers. “On our birthdays, we eat cake for breakfast.”
“Uh huh,” she says, her long dark lashes framing her deep hazel eyes, fluttering up at me as I draw her panties aside and run a finger slowly, lightly up the seam of her pussy lips.
“But this morning, I get dessert first, and then I’ll make you breakfast. How does that sound?”
I give her a wicked grin, but it takes a second for her to catch on. Her cheeks pinken in the cutest way, but her gaze falters. “Are you sure?” she whispers. “I mean… I’ve never done that before. Should I shower first or… Should we go to my room?”
“I’ve never been more sure in my life,” I promise, pushing her panties down and touching her bare. I want to be the first, to take something Maddox hasn’t. “This may seem like my present more than yours, but once you’ve done it, you’ll know it’s your present. Happy birthday, Sunshine.”
I smile and kiss the tip of her nose, shifting my body on top of hers and resting on my elbows.
She swallows, her eyes searching mine, so I grind a little to show her what I can do for her. “On my birthday, you can return the favor. Or maybe give me your virginity?”
“What about Maddox?” she asks as I roll my hips against her. I can feel how wet she is even though my pants.
“Maddox knows not to come in when the door’s closed,” I say, irritated that she’s so worried about him seeing us. She sure didn’t give a fuck last night. She let Maddox finger fuck her, knowing I was sleeping across the room and could wake up and see them at any moment.
She seems satisfied by my answer, though my words are not the whole truth. Our signal is a closed door and the radio on. But I know Maddox won’t be gone much longer, and I want the asshole to see that I’m not backing down and letting him have this one. Walking in on me eating her out on his bed should send the message.
“Okay,” Rae says, still sounding doubtful. I kiss her mouth, pushing my hand into her pants and fingering her at the same time, until her objections are forgotten. I move lower, kissing her neck, her collarbones, sucking her nipples into my mouth one at a time. She buries her hands in my hair as I move lower, kissing down her smooth belly and sucking at her belly button.
Moving lower, I shift my weight to shove her pants over her knees, leaving her bare for me to explore. Sitting back, I spread her open and look down at her beautiful virgin cunt. I want to memorize it, to paint it, to immortalize it before I wreck it. Maybe she’ll let me, pose for me with her legs spread while I look, paint, and then fuck it.
“Lennox,” she whispers, and I look up to see that trepidation in her eyes, the edge of fear shining in every gold fleck on the green of her irises. It makes me so hard I think I’m going to lose control, fuck her like a crew girl, rough and violent and meant to hurt.