Page 3 of Playmaker

I’ve becomeveryskilled at ignoring Maddie’s tits, curves, and well, basically every feature of hers that seemed to become enhanced once she got into high school. She’s Ethan’s little sister, and even though she’s only two years younger than us, it still feels wrong to be lusting after her. If Ethan knew I even once imagined Maddie bouncing on my cock, I’m positive I wouldn’thavea cock anymore.

Yet I still do it. There are too many times to count when I’ve jerked off to the thought of her.

And now I’m bordering on full-on hard with images of curly blond hair and blue eyes heavy lidded with ecstasy as I fill her.

Christ.

I need to get a grip.

Thankfully Sadie falls into my lap, a welcome distraction. I’ve been drinking too much tonight, but Sadie has only had one beer. I don’t ask questions when she attaches her lips to my neck and runs her hand down my chest, but my eyes stray to the window upstairs again where Maddie is watching the scene unfold.

I thought she had to study?

The woman never leaves her room whenever I’m home from college. It’s rare we’re both home at the same time, but springtime is the exception, given the fact that I’ve never missed a Davis spring break vacation. Their family treated me as their own after my mom’s passing. I still have my dad, but nowadays he seems to be more concerned with business trips and my future career than with me.

In high school I was alone at home more than half the time, and when Ethan discovered that, he urged me to stay with them when my dad was away, so I did. Maddie’s parents, Richard and Mary, never questioned me staying at their house more than mine. After all, my mom and Mary were best friends, so Mary took me in with open arms. Although she’s neversaidshe disapproves of my father’s decisions, I still see her look of disappointment whenever I talk about him.

Sadie giggles when her hand brushes my hard cock, bringing me back to the present. “Is that really all it took? Some neck kisses?”

Little does she know that she isnotthe reason for my case of blue balls. The person responsible for that has left the window, leaving me a view of boring white blinds.

I refuse to think about Maddie Davis. Her family is like my own. I consider Ethan to be mybrother. Having dirty thoughts about her isn’t going to make the annual vacation next weekend any easier.

I clear my throat to gain Ethan’s attention, and we know each other well enough by now to understand what the other is saying without having to say anything at all. He jerks his head to the sliding door and says, “Guest bedroom.”

Thank fuck.

Rising from the chair, I hold my hand out to Sadie, unsurprised when she takes it without hesitation. She’s been in my DMs for a month now, asking when I’ll be home from college, and the pictures she’s sent me haven’t been innocent by any means. She knew what I wanted the second I invited her here, and she isn’t complaining.

When we get to the correct room Sadie tugs me in by the hem of my T-shirt and presses her lips to mine. I don’t bother turning on the lights, and I can try to reassure myself it’s just because I’m lazy, but that’s not the case at all. The darkness allows me to imagine blond curls when I tug on Sadie’s red ones. It allows me to fantasize soft, supple curves rather than Sadie’s thin frame. The girl I’m hooking up with right now is beautiful, but she’s nother.

When I’m away at college I don’t have this issue. I’m able to forget about Maddie for a while. I don’t picture her leaving my living room bawling when I told her to get out. She was trying to comfort me after my mother’s death, and I pushed her away for good. I didn’t want to get close toanyone, and Maddie . . . I was already close to teetering over the line with her. If she stuck around and witnessed the hurt I went through, I would have used her as a distraction to forget the pain and break her heart. I was too self-aware to make that mistake, so I said things I didn’t mean when she visited, and I don’t know why I was disappointed it worked.

Vodka and strawberries cloud my senses as Sadie’s tongue entwines with mine, but it’s vanilla and honey that I’m craving. I skim my hands down her sides until I reach the hem of her dress and shove it up to sit around her waist as we fall back onto the mattress together. We’re a mess of teeth and tongue while we rid ourselves of our clothes, and when she’s finally naked, I put my skills to work.

I swipe my thumb delicately across her clit and don’t let up until her head is thrown back and she’s practically screaming. I’ve always loved how wet women get for me. I’m a man who craves to be the best at everything, and over my years of sleeping around I’ve studied a woman’s pleasure as much as possible. I know not to rub too hard, and when my finger plunges into Sadie’s wet heat, I keep my strokes slow and precise, listening to her breathing, and her gasps let me know when to speed up or slow down.

“Oh my god,Cameron!” she moans.

Just as I’m about to grab a condom from the pocket of my sweatpants on the floor, loud bangs sound against the door.

“You’ve got to bekiddingme.” Sadie is seething. Rising from the bed, she wraps the sheet around her now-naked body and throws open the door to reveal Maddie on the other side. I can almost see the steam blowing out of her ears.

“Are you fucking joking?” Maddie shouts. “In ourhouse? In ourguest room? Do you not have any respect atallfor our parents?”

I’m still in my briefs when I move to stand in front of Sadie, and now isn’t the time to be thinking this, but Maddie looks hot as hell when she’s pissed. Her arms are crossed underneath those heavenly tits, and her eyebrows are scrunched together, forming a tinyvin the crease.

I’ve practiced keeping her at arm’s length for years, and now is no different. Putting on my best asshole facade, I say, “We were kind of in the middle of something.” I glance down at my hard-on for emphasis, and the instant pleasure I get from noticing the redness of her cheeks is different for me. Whereas most girls would have to touch me to turn me on, Maddie seems to elicit the same response by simply standing here.

“Well, finish it elsewhere,” she grumbles. “It’s not happening here.”

Sadie pokes her head out from around my shoulder. “Why are you such a fuckingbitch? You have a goddamn stick shoved so far up your ass. Just let people have some fun!Christ. You act as if—”

“That’s enough.” I don’t realize I’ve said it until the sentence leaves my mouth, but Maddie’s glassy eyes instantly meet mine in confusion. I’ve known her long enough to realize she’s seconds away from breaking down, and while Sadie might be right about Maddie never having fun, she took it too far.

Plus, I can’t allow myself to be the reason Maddie bawls her eyes out for the second time.

I justcan’t.

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