Page 96 of Love me, Maddie Mendoza

“She’s upset about Nick,” I whispered.

Jason bobbed his head. “Yeah.” A second in silence. “So we are letting them… win?”

“No,” I said too quickly.

Jason seemed happy about that. “We can buy her a pizza or something?” He decided, “She’ll be happy.”

Aisha didn’t seem like the type who forgot things when presented with pizza. But I hated to lose. So, I breathed in, and threw at once.

Maddie’s mouth tasted like the last beer she had to chug after Jason and I won the game. She laughed at my eagerness when I lifted her onto the counter, parted her knees and stepped between them.

“Are you still thirsty?” I asked, gripping her hair and angling her face toward me.

“So thirsty.”

We kissed, her hot skin under my palm, her scent all over me. I heard the coming and goings of the people outside the bathroom, but I couldn’t care less.

Maddie brought her hands underneath my t-shirt and scraped my back. God, she was hot.

“You love my nails.” She acknowledged.

“It took you years to stop chewing on them.” I said, biting her neck. “Taking those vitamins and all?”

She nodded. “Mom told me to put pepper under my nails so I wouldn’t chew them anymore.” Her nails scraped harder, showing off the strength of them. I took her earlobe between my teeth. She moaned.

“It was worth it.” I praised.

We kissed again, the world outside getting smaller and smaller, Maddie’s laughs turning into moans as I kept going.

“King?” A knock on the door. “Are you in there? Do you have Maddie?” Jason asked.

I stopped, swallowed. Maddie nipped my jaw. “Answer him,” she whispered.

Answer him what? Yes? Wasn’t it weird I had Maddie locked in the bathroom with me?

“Hmm.” I tripped over my words. “Yes?”

It sounded like a question. Maddie chuckled, her hands coming to the fly of my jeans, opening the top button.

“Is she ok?” Jason wanted to know.

I opened my mouth to say yes, when Maddie’s hand got inside my jeans, and she took my cock. “Tell him I’m not feeling well.”

I choked. She gripped me harder and pumped. Maddie’s forehead rested on mine and she pleaded again. “Tell him, Z.”

“She’s not feeling well.” It strangled out of me.

Maddie must have approved, because she set a pace, and I held myself to the sink. She bit my neck and chased with a lick afterwards.

Jason waited for a beat and then lowered his voice. “Is she… on the toilet?”

Maddie froze.

“No!” She replied to him herself.

I chuckled, and she gripped me harder, making the laugh turn into a growl.

“Oh, hey, Maddie. So, Nick left with um…”

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