Since she’s on my mind, I decide to send her a text because she has a tendency to put herself in places she doesn’t belong, and I don’t want her to ruin Mason’s plans this weekend. I’m sure I’ll see her before the happy, soon-to-be engaged couple leaves, but I might not get her alone, and Sophie could overhear me.
Liam: In case I don’t get a chance to tell you later, leave your sister alone this weekend while she and Mason are gone. If you need anything at all, I’m on call. So just let me know if you do.
Maddie: New phone, who dis?
I roll my eyes. I’m not sure what I expected from her. For once, I thought maybe she’d just listen.
Liam: I’m being serious.
Maddie: When are you not serious, Hulk? I got you, though. If I need a ride to the grocery store, a pedi and mani, or someone to bang, you’re my man.
Liam: Don’t push your luck. Just promise you won’t be your normal pain in the ass self, and let Soph and Mason have a nice getaway, okay?
Maddie: What’s in it for me?
Liam: A big hearty handshake from me!
Maddie: Pass.
Liam: A pat on the back?
Maddie: Now you’re just insulting me. You know I can text like a million words per minute, so you gotta offer something better than that before I start pre-writing random things to send her. Hmm…I know a lot of history facts she’d find fascinating. Could send her the Bible verses we were forced to memorize as kids. Oh wait, she’ll love hearing me ramble on and on about my date last weekend. Roger. Nice guy. Lean and fit. On the swim team. Big package.
I groan, tempted to call and yell at her to stop being a child. She says those things to get a reaction from me, hoping it’ll make me jealous. But knowing Maddie, she’d just get off on it more, so I try to keep my cool the best as I can.
Liam: Why are you a thorn in my ass?
Maddie: Because it’s my favorite place to be :)
Liam: Yeah, I’ve noticed that the past couple of years.
Maddie: Yet here you are, coming to me for help.
Liam: It’s not “help” when I’m asking you to let your sister enjoy a couple of days away without you or anyone else intervening. You’re not that selfish, are you?
Maddie: Jesus. You had to go there, didn’t ya? FINE. Consider me on board then.
I send her a thumbs-up emoji, and she replies with the middle finger one. Setting my phone on my nightstand, I jump in the shower. Just thinking about Maddie makes me consider taking a cold one. She has my heart rapidly beating and knows how to push my buttons, but that’s Maddie. She’s under my skin at all times, living there to torture the fuck out of me. I try to push the dirty thoughts of her away, but they come fast and unexpected until I’m hard as a goddamn rock. I’ve shamelessly jerked off to the thought of her more times than I want to admit over the past few years, and right now is no different. The thought of her tight ass, soft moans, and dancer’s body posed in different positions has me groaning and grunting as I stroke myself with fervor. The orgasm quickly builds and rips through me until I’m whispering her name. Thank fuck I’m home alone.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I keep my eyes closed and allow the water to fall over my body, trying to find the control I’ve lost. Knowing she’s a virgin—that she’d give herself to me if I wanted—makes her nothing more than forbidden fruit dangling from a tree. I can look from a distance, but I can’t touch. And it has to stay that way.
After I’m dressed, I decide to go out for a few drinks. I text Hunter, but he’s too busy being the perfect family man, so that leaves me with no wingman, which means nothing but trouble.
The next morning, I wake up with a naked woman in my bed, but I can’t remember her name. She knows everything about me, though, and wants to make small talk in the morning, but I’m not having it. Thankfully, we both have somewhere to be, so she gets dressed, and I escort her down the stairs without running into Mason or Sophie. It’s a small miracle since I can hear them in the kitchen cooking for their dinner later today. I really don’t wanna hear them talk shit about my hookup’s walk of shame or the fact that I don’t know her name because they would have.
Once she’s gone, I go upstairs and climb back in bed to sleep a few more hours before I need to leave to go to my dad’s. I drank too much, stayed up too late, and it’s quickly caught up with me. When the alarm on my phone goes off, I get dressed, then head downstairs. I can hear everyone in the kitchen having a good time and walk toward them. Sophie and Mason smile, and Lennon waves as they eat appetizers while they wait for the turkey to finish cooking.