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Page 12 of Playmaker

Cameron

A part of me is surprised to find Maddie sitting on the hood of her car in my driveway with an open textbook in her lap. I thought she’d make me wait at least a day or two before she came around, but it makes me happy to know that being away from each other might be as torturous for her as it is for me.

I grab my duffel bag from the backseat and throw the strap over my shoulder. My muscles ache from going harder than usual in today’s training session, but I’ve been slacking. I had to make up for it.

“Studying?” I ask.

She drags her attention away from the book, and the pencil she was strumming along her lip freezes in place. I soak in how blatantly obvious she’s making it that she’s checking me out, watching as her eyes drag over me from head to toe.

I’m in a pair of workout shorts, sneakers, and a backward ball cap that’s holding back my sweaty curls. I didn’t shower after training because I truly didn’t expect her to be here.

“Do you even know what a shirt is ?” She tilts her head to the side, running her eyes over my abs, and my blood instantly heats at the memory of her fingers trailing over them.

I tilt my lips into a grin. “Why would I when I look so much better without one?”

“Have I ever mentioned that you’re arrogant?”

I chuckle and inch closer to her. “Once or twice. Do you want to come inside?”

She closes the textbook on her lap when I place my hands on either side of her. The gold chain around my neck dangles between us, and Maddie eyes it as if she’s picturing all the ways to grab hold of it. My cock thickens at the sight, but when I dip my head down to—

“I don’t think that’s the best idea,” she whispers.

Oh .

I take a large step back to give her some space while attempting to ignore the bone-crushing, heart-wrenching sensation spreading throughout my body.

Did I get this all wrong?

Did it not mean as much to her as it did for me?

“Look, what we did was great,” she starts, “but if Ethan finds out—”

“He’ll kill us both. I get it.” It still doesn’t stop my jaw from clenching. It doesn’t stop my heart from shattering. I knew continuing things was a long shot, and I guess I didn’t realize how clear my decision was until she suddenly stripped away the option. I don’t want this to end between us. I want what happened in the closet to happen again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

“Don’t worry,” she continues. “I won’t tell anyone about what we did. I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.”

My eyes bore into hers. “My reputation?”

“Oh come on. You know what I’m talking about. If people found out you messed around with me they’d —”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” I clench and unclench my fists at my sides, but it doesn’t seem to stop the rage I feel. How could she think I’d be embarrassed for others to know we hooked up? It makes me want to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Doesn’t she realize how much I care for her?

Why would she when you’ve treated her like shit for the past six years?

Pushing the thought out of my head, I grab her hand and relish the smoothness of her palm. How perfectly it fits in mine. “I’d never be ashamed to admit I touched you, Maddie. In fact, when I found you sitting here on your car a few minutes ago, I expected this conversation to go a lot differently.”

“You did?” Her hand tightens around mine. “What did you . . . I mean, how did you think it would go?”

“Well, for starters”—I cage her in again on top of her car, my hands on either side of her thighs—“I thought we’d both admit how fucking amazing our time together was last night, and even though it’d be difficult, we’d find a way to continue it. Explore it.”

Her eyes dip to my lips. “Explore it?”

I’m trying not to think about it, but I can’t. The way she made me feel during that kiss, like I was high when I hadn’t even smoked. The way she moaned my name, practically panting from how badly she wanted me. She was so wet. She made my hand soaking wet.

“If you agreed to, then yes. I’m not ready for a relationship, Maddie. You know how detached I’ve become since my mom passed, and with Ethan in the picture it’s something I’m not sure would ever be able to happen between us. But what happened in that closet is something I want to experience again, and I’d never forgive myself if I wasn’t honest and up front with you about how I’m feeling.” I already made that mistake once is what I want to add, but I keep that part out. I allowed her to leave my living room bawling her eyes out six years ago knowing I had developed feelings for her, and watching her walk away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

“And what happens if I change my mind?” She eyes the chain again before meeting my stare.

My forehead falls against hers, both of our chests rising and falling in an erratic, frantic rhythm. “Then we explore.” My voice is rough and scratchy, seeming to match the desire coursing through me. “We enjoy it until we can’t anymore.”

Both of her hands caress my cheeks, and I close my eyes to savor the feeling. “Cam?”

“Hm?”

“I changed my mind.”

My eyes flutter open to stare into her baby blues. I always knew Maddie was beautiful, but never like this. I fucked up my chance with her before, and I won’t let it happen again.

So this time I crash my lips against hers and tug her off the hood of her car until she has to stand on her tiptoes to continue kissing me, wrapping her arms around my neck to hold on tight. My hands run through her curls, getting caught on the ends, but that only elicits a moan from her when it causes her head to jerk back, allowing me to slip my tongue into her mouth.

I’ve needed her for days.

I’ve needed her for years , I think.

And that terrifies the living shit out of me.

“So what does this mean?” She gasps, breaking the kiss. “Are we friends with benefits, or . . .”

“Can we talk about it after?” I pant. “I know we’ve got shit to figure out, but right now I just—”

Her fingers wrap around the chain and she tugs me down to her lips again. I thought at first the connection we felt in the closet was because it was so secretive, dark, and hot , but now that we’re in broad daylight I realize that’s not the case at all. If anything, the connection has only intensified.

I pull her into the empty house, my lips never leaving hers as we stumble inside, and I kick the door shut behind me. We left her textbook and pencil on the hood of her car, but I couldn’t care less about them. Problems for later.

Maddie breaks away to slip her shoes off, and I swear, I won’t ever be able to get enough of her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild, and her curls are unruly from my fingers running through them. She looks like a hot, dirty mess, and my only intention is to get her even dirtier.

Maybe we should have discussed what we’re officially doing prior to hooking up again, but her sweatshirt has ridden up from kissing me, and it’s showing her skin. Her perfect, soft, silky skin.

“Oh my god, come here,” I mutter, pulling her into me once more.

I kick my sneakers off and continue pushing her back toward the couch. She doesn’t fight me when I tug the sweatshirt off her and fling it to the floor. We don’t even make it to the couch, though. I can’t. Her tits are pushed up in a red lace bra, and for a second I think I’ll finish right now. I’ve never been this excited.

I unhook her bra with ease, and when it drops to the floor I can tell she’s nervous. She’s biting her lip as I stare at her, almost as if she’s insecure for me to see her this way now that we’re not surrounded by shadows.

“So unbelievably sexy,” I say before reattaching my lips to hers.

We make it to the kitchen, her back pressed against the countertop. I bend down and grab a handful of her breast so I can stick my mouth on her nipple, and she’s squirming as I suck, lick, and gently bite it. She flings my hat to the floor, cursing from the blissful state she’s in.

“Cam, yes.” She sighs and throws her head back, and I groan at how badly I want her. How badly I want to please her.

I grab both breasts now and move my tongue back and forth to cover them while her fingers pull on my curls to try to release her frustration. I’ve never cared about pleasing someone this much, but with Maddie, I want to ensure she’s completely satisfied. Watching her is addicting.

I move my lips to her ear as I find the waistband of her sweatpants. “Can I finish you off properly this time?”

With two fingers, I pull her waistband back and await her permission, and she gasps at whatever the expression is on my face. I’m unsure what it’s revealing to her, but I’m all in this moment. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper, but it’s all I need.

Finally, I move the lace of her panties to the side, sliding my fingers up and down her soaking wet slit.

Fucking hell .

When I laugh, Maddie shoots me a death glare.

“What?” she asks.

I find her clit, and it’s practically throbbing for me. From her tits to her soaking wet pussy, I’m in utter disbelief. “You are going to be dangerous as hell for me,” I find myself saying. Before she can reply I push a finger inside of her, my cock pulsating when she moans again.

She’s still on her feet, and I’m staring down at her while she’s pressed against my chest, my finger feeling just how tight she really is.

I’ve never wanted to be inside of someone more. I want to feel her wrapped around me without any clothing or distractions in our way.

She’s a virgin, though . I have to keep reminding myself of that. Foreplay with her is one thing, but taking her virginity is an entirely different story.

“You like that?” I tilt my head to the side as I carefully watch her face. My finger is pumping slowly in and out, and her mouth is parted, her breathing rapid. I want to feel her climax around me. I want to feel all of that wetness she gave me in the closet and then some. I want to do so much more.

“Fuck this.” I growl and drop to my knees before her, ripping down her sweatpants and underwear.

And what a sight she is to behold.

Seeing her naked and bare before me could rival any oasis, glorious cathedral, or even the Mona Lisa herself. Maddie is so fucking pretty, but her pussy is even prettier, just like I knew it would be. It’s glistening right before my eyes, so I don’t give her the opportunity to question what I plan to do before I stick my tongue directly onto her.

She sucks in a sharp breath and throws her head back, her fingers wrapping into my hair. “Cam. Oh my god .”

The taste of her is sweet. Vanilla and honey with a pinch of sugar. I look up from between her thighs as I swirl my tongue in circles against her clit. I’m hardly able to see her face because of how big her tits are, and I reach up to grab one, playing with the overly sensitive bud.

“Cam!” she cries out. Her legs are shaking, and she’s squirming so much that I finally have to release her nipple and grab her ass with both of my hands to fully engulf myself in her. She’s so damn wet.

So fucking hot .

“Fuck, I’m going to—”

Yes .

That’s right .

Come for me .

I feel myself finish right in my pants as I await her release, my moans muffled and strangled between her legs.

She didn’t even touch me.

I didn’t even touch myself .

A scream of release shatters my thoughts, bringing me back to the present. Maddie’s fingertips are clutching the countertop beside her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she continues to come on my tongue. My eyes don’t leave hers while I gather every last drop, cherishing the sweetness she gave me, and when she flinches from being so sensitive, I pull away, still on my knees before her.

Maddie Davis is naked in my kitchen, so I take my time gazing at her body, wanting to remember every last detail. The way her thighs meet before parting to the opening gates of heaven. The hip indents she always used to complain about as a teenager. The scar from the surgery she had in the fifth grade to get her appendix removed. Every ounce of her. Every inch of her is perfection.

“Um, thank you?” Her cheeks are a bright pink when she notices me checking her out. “I didn’t get to help you, though.” Then her eyes drop to my shorts, and when she notices the stain on them, her cheeks are akin to a sunburn. “Oh. Never mind.”

I rise to my feet and grab her chin, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. “If you tell anyone about that . . .”

“That’s never happened before?”

Is she serious?

“Maybe when I was thirteen and had just discovered Playboy for the first time?” I halfheartedly laugh. “No, Maddie. That’s never happened with anyone.”

The smile she gives me in return seems like she’s proud of herself, and she should be.

“Well, good,” she states, putting her sweatpants and underwear on. “I think we should keep this a secret for now. You aren’t ready for a relationship, but that’s something I already knew, so it doesn’t bother me. I want to explore this, too, but I don’t want either of us to have any expectations of each other. It’ll only give us a reason to get hurt when we leave for school.”

I think back to moments ago when my face was suffocated by her pussy. If Ethan found out, he’d murder me. However, the more we do this, the more the image of Ethan shoving a knife in my chest while he extracts his revenge becomes less and less intimidating.

“Agreed,” I reply. “No expectations. We explore this in secret and enjoy it for the rest of break, and that’ll be it. We have to head back to school anyway, so it just makes sense.” I glance down at my shorts, still in disbelief. “I need to throw these in the wash.”

“Oh. Right.” She clears her throat and grabs her bra, hooking it closed expertly.

Why is she in a rush?

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She slides the sweatshirt over her head and stares at me as if I’m losing it. “Um, I’m leaving?”

“Why?” I blurt.

When she continues to look at me as if I’ve lost my mind, the pieces of the puzzle click into place. I never stick around after I finish. I’m notorious for not sleeping with the same girl twice and skipping out in the aftermath of sex. Maddie isn’t like those girls, though. I’ve known Maddie forever, and the truce I suggested was to make sure we mended our friendship. The intimacy is an added bonus.

“I don’t know how we’re going to become friends again if you leave.”

“You want me to stay?” A smile tugs on her lips, and truthfully, it might just be my kryptonite.

“Yes, I want you to stay. I’ll go grab the textbook you left on your car and you can study while I shower. Then maybe we can watch a movie and order some food. Unless you’ve already eaten?”

She shakes her head. It’s almost comical the pure shock etched on her features. It’s as if I have six snakes spurting out of my head or something.

“Okay, then we can order your favorite. Pizza?”

“Uh, sure,” she says, with that smile still plastered to her face.

For the first time in six years I’m the reason for putting it there, and to know she’s happy because of me makes me want to continue doing whatever the hell I have to to keep it there.

After retrieving her textbook and making sure she’s settled on the couch, I order the pizza. My dad may be a shitty father in the emotional department, but at least he provides for me. He doesn’t want me to have to work a job while in college, so he pays my tuition and gives me whatever money it takes to provide me with the proper nutrition I need.

When I’m done with my shower, I come back downstairs in just a pair of sweatpants with no shirt on. I could have worn one, but why would I do that when she likes staring at me so much without one?

The textbook is still open on her lap, that damn pencil eraser strumming her bottom lip. She’s thrown her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head, and to see her so focused and concentrated is such a turn-on that suddenly my heart leaps into my chest.

What the hell?

She glances up, furrowing her eyebrows together. “Are you good?”

“Uh, yeah.” I scratch the back of my head and continue to stare at the textbook in her lap. “Do you have a test or something?”

“Kind of . . .” She trails off, wincing before she adds, “It’s not until next year. The MCATs.”

“Oh, okay. So, you’re still being diligent about being a bore, I see?”

She grabs the pillow closest to her and chucks it at me. “Shut up!” She laughs. “I’m not a bore. Planning my future and setting myself up for success is far cooler than partying every weekend.”

I collapse beside her and push the textbook on the floor. Studying is important to her, I can respect that, but it’s not like her test is tomorrow. I want to spend time with her, and we agreed after I took a shower that we’d watch a movie.

Tugging on her elbow, I pull her down so her head is in my lap and lean over to grab the remote. I flip to a random movie, my heart faltering when she snuggles deeper into my lap and curls onto her side. I find myself playing with her hair, wrapping the flyaway ringlets from her bun around my finger.

I could get used to this. Normally, I hate being home alone, but with Maddie here I feel comfortable. I feel closer to her than I have to anyone. I can’t explain what the increase in the speed of my pulse means, but I’m enjoying it. Enjoying her .

“Would you stop?” She rolls onto her back and looks up at me. “You’re very distracting.”

“Am I?” I run the back of my finger down the column of her neck and circle her collarbone. I trace her soft, perfect skin, utterly infatuated with how it feels on my fingertips. “You know, I used to think you being a good girl was an inconvenience, but now . . .” Her breath hitches when I dip my hand beneath her sweatshirt, tracing the lace of her bra. “Now I’m beginning to think it’ll work out in both of our favors.”

“Why’s that?” she whispers.

“Let’s think about it. You always follow the rules and you never disobey instructions, always doing as you’re told. . . . If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you enjoy being praised, Maddie, and luckily for you”—I brush a fingertip over her nipple, smirking when she squirms—“I love giving praise.”

She gulps hard. “Oh?”

“Yes, oh . I think being a good girl is going to become one of my favorite traits of yours.”

Before I can continue, loud knocks sound against the door.

Our pizza .

Dammit .

When she scrambles off my lap with a playful grin, I expel a heavy sigh and rise to my feet. “You are very lucky for interruptions.”