Page 40 of Pucking Obsessed

I thought maybe she’d argue, but it was pretty easy to convince her to stay with me instead of her dorm. The truth is, even without all the craziness, I don’t want her anywhere else. Sleeping beside her, fucking her until she’s trembling and satisfied, and then falling asleep with her soft body pressed against mine, it’s the only way I want to live.

I think back to last night, the way she pushed my hair out of my eyes after I kissed her goodnight. The softness of her touch was enough to undo me. No one has ever touched me like that, with so much care, so much quiet affection.

And next year, I’ve already decided that we’re taking every single class together. It’s not up for discussion. Everyone is going to have a horrendous year if she’s across campus again, out of my sight for even one class. I don’t enjoy being apart from her, not even for hours. Hell, minutes feel like too much.

Tonight, we have an away game at St. Charles University, and I need to be there to talk to Ramsey in person. I sure as hell am not leaving Madison alone on Castlebrook’s campus while I’m gone. Not with that bastard still out there. Sure, the guy’s probably scared with his two buddies gone, but he’s still a threat.

I’ve got plans, though. I’m taking her somewhere special before the game. Coach will throw a fit that I’m not on the bus with the team, but he knows better than to say anything. My dad keeps this school funded, and Coach knows it. Last time he gave me any issues, I brought up the rumor, that I’m pretty sure isn’t a rumor, that he’s big into sports betting. Specifically Castlebrook. I know he’s got some guys on our team that are in his pocket, but I’m not one of them so he can go fuck himself if he has a problem with me not riding the bus with the rest of the team.

I step into the building where I know Madison’s class is, my eyes scanning the flow of students leaving the lecture hall. My phone buzzes, and I glance down to see a text from her.

Behave.

A smirk tugs at my lips. When I look up, she’s walking toward me, her phone still in her hand, her lips curled into that little grin that makes my chest feel like it’s going to explode.

Before she can say a word, I grab her hand and spin her around on the black-and-gold tile floor. Her laugh rings out, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I pull her close and murmur, “You’re so beautiful, princess. Do you know that?”

She blushes, and I lead her out of the building and onto the cobblestone walkway. Across the street, I spot Tristan walking with Winter. He’s got her bag slung over one shoulder, his other hand resting protectively on her braid while she excitedly chatters away. Tristan’s glaring at everyone who dares look their way, while Winter seems oblivious, her eyes bright with excitement as she talks only to him.

“I wish people would leave them alone,” Madison says, her voice soft and thoughtful. “They’re not hurting anyone.”

I clear my throat because Tristan has, in fact, hurt multiple people because of his foster sister.

Madison swats me playfully, wrapping her slender fingers around my bicep as we walk. “You know what I meant.”

I stop and cup her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb, because…because I can’t help myself. “Come somewhere with me,” I say, because it’s not a question.

She narrows her eyes, but there’s no annoyance. “Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?”

I grin. “Have I ever let you down?”

Her lips twitch, and she bites her bottom lip as she shakes her head. “No,” she whispers, her smile lighting up her face.

I swear, this girl has no idea what she does to me. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it off campus until I come inside of you,” I tell her with a teasing tone.

She swats my shoulder, rolling her eyes. “If you don’t start using condoms or at least pulling out, we’re going to have a problem.”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her, and her blush deepens, making me want to devour her right here. “I can’t even count how many times we, uh…” She looks away, her voice trailing off, and I swear her shyness just makes me want her more.

“Say it, princess,” I urge, leaning in close. “How many times have I made you come? Tell me.” She smacks my chest, laughing, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her tight against me for one more squeeze before we start walking again.

“Hayden,” she starts, her tone shifting slightly. “I’ve tried twice now to get an appointment with the nurse to get an implant or some form of birth control, but both times, when I showed up for my appointment, there was no record of it.”

“Oh, man, that sucks. I wonder how that happened,” I say casually, glancing down at her with a grin that I know will give me away.

She stops walking, her jaw dropping as she gawks at me. “You cancelled my birth control appointments?” Her tone is somewhere between disbelief and irritation, and I can’t help the way my lips twitch into a smirk.

“Yep,” I say before I lean down and brush my lips against her. Fuck she’s perfect. “I swear to fuck I’ll burn the entire health center to the ground if I find out any of them touched you orinsertedanything.” It’s not just that. I don’t know what’s in any of that medication, and I don’t want her taking something that could hurt her. She doesn’t need it. She’s meant to be mine, tohave my children, to take my last name. If we get an early start, so be it. “We can fight about it, or you can see where I’m taking you. I promise it’s better than getting an IUD.”

“You are completely deranged,” she says, but there’s no heat in her voice. Her lips press into a thin line like she’s trying to stay annoyed, but her eyes give her away.

“But you’re not mad. I can tell when you’re mad at me, and you’re definitely not.” I look at her expectantly, because even though I won’t change my mind on the topic, I don’t want her to be upset.

She grumbles something under her breath before narrowing her eyes at me. “This better be good, or I’m telling everyone we see you’re my stepbrother.”

“Whatever gets you off, princess,” I reply, biting back a laugh at the way her cheeks flush. She gasps, but we’ve finally reached my truck, so we’ll have to continue our little spat inside.

I open the door for her, and she steps up into the passenger seat. I grab the seatbelt and buckle her in, brushing my hand against her thigh in the process. I lean in, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to her lips before closing the door and hopping into the driver’s seat. As I start the engine, I can feel her watching me, and I can’t help the satisfaction that rolls through me. Madison is mine, whether she’s ready to admit it or not.

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