My lungs squeezed, as I shuddered back a cry. “I’m never leaving you, Baby.” The endearment spilled from my lips before I could overthink it, but it felt… right.
“Lila.” There was so much pain contained in that single word, my name on his lips, whispered like he was a dying sailor at sea, seeking asylum from his impending demise.
“Pinky promise?” A little piece of my heart chipped off.
My Maddox: mine.
He always wanted to be my protector… and I wanted to return the favor.
Lips on lips, forehead against forehead, hearts thudding together, bodies entangled – I whispered, “Pinky promise.”
Four years ago, I met a cocky and selfish asshole. He was everything I despised and everything I thought I didn’t need in my peaceful life.
Today, I held the same man… a different version of him, in my arms.
And I kissed him.
Then, we made love.
Raw, passionate, crazy love…
It was everything I didn’t know I needed until now.
7
Lila
Two months later
Watching Maddox’s football games never got any less exhilarating. Every time I watched him walk through the tunnel that led to the football field with the rest of his team, heard the crowd go crazy as Maddox strutted about with his typical swagger and arrogant smirk – my chest tightened, and I could feel myself shaking with excitement.
He loved the crowd, as much as he loved playing football and being on the field. Maddox enjoyed the attention of his fans. The energy, the spectators screaming his name, as he threw a perfect spiral for a touchdown.
It was the first home game of the season, and our players were putting on one hell of a show. Harvard hadn’t lost to Brown University in three years. If they won this game, which would have been Maddox’s fourth win… It would be a record-breaking, and I wanted to be that girlfriend who praised her man for their success.
Maddox has played for the team since his freshman year, and this would be his fourth and final season.
Yeah, it was silly.
But I was so damn proud of him. Maddox Coulter was an exceptional player. Okay, yeah… I was definitely bragging – but that was my right and my duty as his girlfriend, wasn’t it?
Maddox said their coach was riding their asses about making sure to win this home game.
It was my job to motivate him…
Withhold sex until he wins this game.
It turned Maddox into a grumpy bear the last two days. I’m a growing boy, Babe. Need pussy, three times a day, like people need food.
It was hard to withhold sex, since Maddox could be really convincing – both him and his dick.
But if Harvard won, then he was in for a real treat.
I smiled as the crowd went insane, once again. Excitement bubbled inside my chest, as I joined in the cheers. Another touchdown by my man.
I had heard that the Brown’s defense was weak, and the score on the scoreboard at the half – 21-7—proved that fact to be true.
I couldn’t help but laugh as Colton scored a touchdown and strutted around the field like the arrogant asshole he was. He paused a few yards away from where Riley and I were sitting in the front row. I watched him and Riley make eye contact, only briefly… but it was monumental.
Colton grabbed his crotch, winked and smirked, before he swaggered away.
Riley blushed.
What. The. Hell?
“Is there something you need to tell me?” I grumbled under my breath. The tension between those two was thick and intense, but I’d like to think that Riley’s accident had driven her and Colton to being civil with each other. Civil enough that we could all have dinner without them being at each other’s throat.
They weren’t exactly friends. Not yet.
But Riley was beginning to tolerate him a bit more.
It was… something, at least.
She choked back a nervous laugh. “Nope. Nothing yet. Except I saw Colton’s penis yesterday.”
“You WHAT?” I grabbed her elbow, forcing her to look at me.
She hissed at my outburst, but her cheeks flushed even brighter. “It was an accident. I walked in on him… You forgot to tell me he was showering at your place.”
My place – mine and Maddox’s.
After coming back from Paris, Maddox was adamant that I moved in with him. It was hard saying no to him, so I didn’t see a point not to acquiesce to his demand. We had known each other for four years and were already practically living together. All I had to do was move my clothes over to his place, next door, and that was it.
Nothing much changed.
Except that now I went to sleep in his arms and woke up with his head between my legs.
Which always made for a good morning, indeed.
Riley didn’t complain much about the move, since I was only next door.
Colton had to move out, since he believed Maddox and I needed privacy… which was true. Apparently, Maddox had a thing for kitchen sex – while I was prepping his meals.
Riley didn’t have a housemate anymore, but she said she didn’t need one. Not that she had trouble paying for the apartment on her own. Riley came from a family as rich as Colton’s and Maddox’s. Sure, she hated using her family’s money, but she had a trust fund with multiple zeros.
Riley was a bit of a recluse, like me.
Sure, we had a lot of girls approaching us, but we quickly realized they didn’t want to be our friends; their end game had been getting to either Maddox or Colton.
“Colton’s new place is getting renovated. He’s only staying with us for three days,” I explained. Colton had moved into one of his parents’ townhouses.
He apparently liked his new place better. It was much bigger than our apartment and had a backyard pool, so he was back to hosting his lame parties again. Pussy and alcohol – he’d said. Best. Fucking. Combination.
My attention flickered to Riley. “So, what happened after that?”
She grimaced. “Something I regret.”
Oh shit. OH. SHIT!
“Did you and–”
“No,” she practically screeched. “We kissed, that’s it. And then I left. Well, I kissed him. You should have seen the look on his face.”
“Was he still naked? When you two kissed?”
She nodded and then chewed on her lip, looking a bit nervous. “It was a moment of weakness. I saw a nice dick, and my vagina was like: Hello there, Mister. How are you doing today?”
I coughed back a laugh, as she elbowed me in the stomach, her lower lip jutted out in a pout. “Stop laughing at me. At least you’re getting some action.”
I grinned, my attention going back to the game. Twenty minutes later, the crowd roared, and I could no longer suppress my own cheer, as I jumped down from the bleachers and ran toward Maddox. He was coming right for me, jogging across the field, with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
The scoreboard read 42-7. Half of those points were from Maddox’s touchdowns.
The cheerleaders surrounded him and his teammates, like always. But his attention was all on me. I paused a few feet away, but Maddox didn’t make me wait for too long. He pulled away from his harem and sauntered over to me. My gaze darted to the crowd; everyone was watching as MC – their favorite quarterback – made his way to me.