Page 95 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

And then what? I asked it again and again when one of her hands reached down my sweats. Her fingertips danced over the elastic band and I knew she was going to take me out.

And then what?

The question rang over my head, and even in my most delirious state, I couldn’t let it go. Not when I was at risk of not just fucking Maddie, but sixteen years of us.

“Ride my face.”

She snapped her eyes from my lower half to my eyes. “What?”

I grabbed her legs and pulled her toward my chest. “Come on, ride my face Maddie.”

I helped her move. In my stupid mind, that was a better alternative. I couldn’t think straight with her on top of me. I couldn’t say no, but I couldn’t say yes either.

Frozen on the spot.

Maddie’s eyes turned a shade darker. She nodded quickly. I helped her forward while I slid down the bed to better position myself.

And I really thought it was a good idea. I really believed placing my face between Maddie’s legs was a less complicated option. I was an idiot.

When she held on the headboard and set a pace, I told myself I was saving us both from headache.

I bargained. We weren’t a couple; it was just another layer of our friendship. It was my way of giving myself to her without taking in return. Only an idiot could believe for a second that tasting Maddie was a better alternative. I knew from the first time I had her in my mouth that I was walking on a road without return.

It was a mess, and it would not end well.

“Get on with it, King!” Aisha teased.

My eyes went from the yellow ping pong ball between my fingers to Aisha and Maddie on the other side of the table.

Aisha had a mocking smile on her lips, and Maddie giggled beside her.

She wore her damn crochet triangles for a top. That was how she convinced me to come to the party. Now, it was nearly impossible to look at her without remembering how amazing her tits looked, bouncing on top of me.

Like she knew what I was thinking, Maddie licked her lower lip, tipping her head to the side.

I was going to lose at beer pong.

I shook my head and forced myself to pay attention to the challenge in front of me.

“How the hell they are doing this?” Jason complained.

Aisha and Maddie were winning, but not by much. There were plenty of opportunities to right the wrong if I concentrated. The girls snickered, and Jason scowled. “Excuse me? He’s concentrating. Let the man be.”

“It’s not very difficult.” Aisha checked her nails. “I thought shooting hoops was your thing.”

Aisha was competitive, and not ten minutes ago we all caught Nick kissing some girl on the back porch. Aisha was out for blood, even if she scoffed when she saw the kiss. I knew better than to believe her nonchalant act.

And if she couldn’t draw blood from the man himself? Jason and I were Nick’s kin.

“Come on, Z,” Maddie said, drawing my attention. “I’m thirsty.”

When did little Maddie Mendoza become the sexiest thing in the world? She bit back a smile, nipping her bottom lip.

I tipped my hand back, aiming, and ignoring her little comment.

“I’m not going to pressure you, man,” Jason whispered. “But we won’t survive Aisha’s ego if we lose.”

I turned to him sharply. With a sigh, he raised his hand up. I looked back to the girls; they were chatting among themselves. Not the least worried about my play.

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