“He must be itching really bad right now.”
I shushed Riley when she couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer.
“Can you see him?”
I stood on my tip-toes, trying to get a look inside. “Nope.”
A few minutes later, the shower turned off and then I did see him.
“Oh,” Riley whispered behind me.
Yeah, oh.
Maddox was bare chested, with a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. His body was still wet and glistening as if he didn’t care to dry himself the moment he stepped out of the shower. He roughly rubbed another towel through his long curly hair, before running it over the rest of his body.
I hated him; I truly did, but there was no denying it; something about his physique was making my lady brain go mushy and all my lady parts tingle. I inhaled deeply as I took in the sight in front of me.
Maddox furiously wiped the ringlets of water from his muscled chest until his skin was glowing pink. I tried to look away – it was the decent thing to do, but I failed miserably. My curious eyes found his torso, and I bit my lip, mentally slapping myself but I. Could. Not. Help. It.
It was like studying an expertly, carved statue in a museum. Beautifully chiseled chest, strong arms and well-defined masculine thighs. Auguste Rodin would have begged to sculpt a man like Maddox Coulter since he was damn near close to rugged perfection.
“Even his nipples are sexy,” Riley whispered.
My heart slammed in my chest, and I bumped back into her. I had completely forgotten she was there with me, and she was also getting an eyeful of Maddox.
I watched as he wrenched his locker open and rummaged through it. The effects of the itching powder were still not gone since he was still scratching at his crotch.
I could tell the moment he read the note I left him. His back went rigid, and the muscles of his shoulders clenched tensely. Maddox turned sideways, giving me a perfect view of him as he scrunched my little note in his fist.
How does your crotch feel? – Lila
First rule of enacting a well, plotted out revenge plan: always leave a note behind, so your nemesis knows it’s you. Play dirty but don’t be a coward.
He muttered something under his breath and shook his head, before he did something unexpected. I knew he’d be furious, and he was, but then his lips twitched. Maddox rubbed his thumb over his full, smirking lips.
“Uh oh,” Riley muttered from behind me. “I’m not sure I like the look on his face.”
“Ladies, what are you doing here?” Another voice joined us, loud enough to have my heart leap in my throat, and I choked back a gasp.
Riley and I jumped away from the locker room, and we swiveled around to see a teacher giving us the look. Oh shit, busted.
“It’s late. Why are you two still on school grounds?” She demanded with her hands on her hips.
“Um, we forgot something,” I stammered, looking back toward Maddox while contemplating my escape.
Maddox’s head turned toward me at the same time, and through the partially opened door, for only a nanosecond, our gazes collided. His deep, ocean blue eyes flared in surprise, and I could swear his stare burned through me, causing a warm flush to spread through my body. Then… the moment was gone.
Riley grabbed my hand, already pulling me away. “Sorry! We’re leaving.”
We sprinted out of the school, and once we passed through the Berkshire’s main gate, Riley and I came to a halt.
“Shit. That was close,” Riley panted with her hands on her knees.
“So worth it though.”
She straightened her back, one perfect eyebrow raised. “Are you sure? Maddox is not the type who is going to let you off the hook. Revenge is a dish best served cold. He’s going to get you back, probably not tomorrow or the day after, but he will – trust me, and I don’t think it’s going to be pretty.”
“He shouldn’t have messed with me. I’m prepared for anything he’s going to throw my way,” I responded, fighting back a smile of my own.
I remembered the look in Maddox’s eyes when our gaze briefly met in the locker room. I didn’t admit it out loud, but I wanted to see what Maddox could do and how far he was going to push me. It was too tempting to mess with him, to retaliate after seeing Maddox’s reaction – he started this game, and now, I was all in.
6
Maddox
The girl on my lap grinded against me. Her tits were practically spilling out of her tight red dress, and she shoved them in my face. I gripped her ass in one hand and smoked a blunt with the other. Miss-Fake-Tits let out a moan, which sounded straight out of a porn video.
Although I’ve seen better acted porn. She was inexperienced and quite an amateur. Trying too hard, with too little self-respect.
Easy pussy, easy fuck. I didn’t have to hunt for them; they landed right on my lap.
“Maddox,” she purred in my ear. My jaw twitched as I caught a whiff of her strong perfume and the stench of alcohol was strong on her breath. She was drunk and humping me like a bitch in heat.
Any other day, I’d be all up in her pussy… tonight, my dick was not in the mood.
Or I guessed, I was not in the mood for her.
On the opposite couch, Colton had his tongue shoved down a girl’s throat. Brayden and Cole were in a heated conversation about this week’s football match. We won, big time. Leighton High School wasn’t even worth our time. Knox, our best linebacker, was missing, but he was probably in a room lost in pussy.
And I was fucking bored.
Drunk and bored.
The party we crashed was lame, and I needed some kind of action, something to get my blood pumping – something dangerous. I was itching for a fight and a good lay. Too bad the girl on my lap had absolutely no effect on my dick.
Her lips parted, and I felt her tongue on my neck. She sucked on my throat, biting teasingly. “Let’s get out of here. Go somewhere quieter.”
“If you wanna fuck, we do it here.”
She pulled away, her green eyes hooded and confused. “Here?”
I lifted an eyebrow, amused. The only reason she was sitting on my lap and humping me was because she needed to sleep with a Berkshire football star, so she could go around and rub it in the other girls’ faces. I was her ticket to being Miss Popular at Leighton Public High School -- Berkshire’s rival.
“Too shy for a little audience?”
She looked around, stammering, “No-o.”
I squeezed her ass, not even bothering to be gentle about it. That was a warning. “I don’t do sweet girls.”
Nah, sweet girls didn’t do shit for my libido.
Feisty girls, though, yeah… they made my dick hard.
Full of sass with brown eyes, black hair, curvy hips and a pretty Latina ass that would make any man drop to his knees, begging for a taste.
Goddamn fucking trouble she was, but she was exactly what I wanted.
Lila Garcia.
Too bad she didn’t want me anywhere near her.
I took a hit off the blunt one last time and exhaled a puff of smoke, not bothering to move my head away. I knew I was being an asshole, but hey… chicks like her wanted jerks like me – so who the fuck cared?
Dropping the now useless blunt onto the ashtray, I leveled her with a look. She scrunched her nose, but her eyes flared with determination. What she didn’t realize – I ate girls like her for dinner before spitting them out two hours later, no guilt with one very satisfied dick.