Page 63 of Pucking Obsessed

A loud thud echoes, and I look up just in time to see Callum standing at the edge of the cliff, and Coach Jacobs’ body is gone.

“This is for making me run drills, bitch,” he yells as he leans over, watching the bastard’s corpse disappear into the abyss below.

It’s so absurd, so Callum, that I almost laugh. Almost.

Kirsten is next, and Callum doesn’t bother saying anything to her as she falls.

“Is Winter okay?” Madison’s voice is shaky but clear as she yells past my shoulder. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms clinging to me like she’s afraid to let go. She’s shivering so hard I can feel it in my own chest.

I look over and see Tristan carrying Winter in his arms, holding her close like she weighs nothing. Tristan glances at Madison, his face unreadable, but he nods once. She’s okay. Winter’s okay.

I feel some of the tension in Madison’s body ease, but it’s not enough.

“I’m going to get you warmed up,” I tell her as I adjust my grip on her and carry her back toward the SUV.

By the time we’re in the middle row, Callum climbs into the driver’s seat, shaking rain from his hair as he starts the engine. He grabs his hat and throws it on before turning the wheel to get us the hell out of here.

“Well,” he says, glancing over his shoulder with a crooked grin, “I guess we don’t have practice tonight.”

“Turn the fucking heat on and shut up,” Tristan barks, his voice sharp as he settles Winter into the seat next to him, adjusting her coat around her shoulders like it’s a shield.

Madison is still in my arms, her trembling body curling into me as I pull her closer. She doesn’t let go, her face pressed against my chest, her breaths coming out shaky and uneven. Her adrenaline is wearing off, and the chill is starting to take over.

“Scott Jacobs,” Winter says and all of us look at her expectantly.

Tristan’s head snaps toward her, his hand tilting her chin up so their eyes meet. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s trying to read her.

Winter swallows hard, her voice hoarse. “I heard Kirsten talking to him on the phone before she walked up to where Madi and Coach Jacobs were.” Her eyes stay locked on Tristan’s as she adds, “He was the third guy in the woods that night.”

Madison’s hands come up to cup my face, her soft touch breaking through the anger building inside me. “We’ll find him,” she whispers, her thumbs brushing against my skin.

But the way she looks at me, the way she’s holding onto me, makes me take a deep breath and force myself to nod.

Callum smirks, his eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m going to have fun breaking all of that fucker’s bones before we kill him,” he says, his tone almost cheerful.

Madison doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even react. She just keeps holding me, as the car hurtles through the rain toward campus.

And all I can think is that Scott Jacobs better pray I don’t find him before someone else does

HAYDEN

Our bedroom is quiet except for the soft rustle of our clothes. Madison is across the room, sliding into a pair of black leggings that hug her body in a way that makes my throat dry. She’s topless, her bare back is to me, and when she bends to smooth out the waistband, her breasts come into view. They’re full, perfect, mine. I stand there for a second, letting the image settle into my brain. It’s hard to believe where we started and where we are now. I don’t give a shit what we just went through, I just want to be with her for a few minutes. I have to go take care of a couple loose ends, but making sure she’s okay is my priority.

I drag my wet shirt over my head and toss it in the bathroom, letting it land on the floor. I’ll pick it up later, because I’m already moving toward her. She’s reaching for the soft pink sweater she loves so much, and I can tell her mind is in a million places. Madison is tough and has had to handle a lot on her own, but I know what she went through tonight wasn’t easy, and it’ll stick with her for a long time. I’m going to be here every step of the way, making sure she forgets that fucking asshole and the way he had her by the throat. I will kiss that spot a million times over, until my lips are the only thing she remembers.

“Not yet,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her before she can pull the sweater on. One of my hands cups her breast, the other slides across her neck, my fingers brushing her throat, and I’m happy that she doesn’t flinch. She gasps, the kind of sound that makes me want to pin her against the wall and take my time drawing out my favorite noises she makes.

I groan, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it pebble at my touch. “You’re so fucking stunning,” I say, my voice low in her ear. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Her body melts into me, her breathing shaky as I press my lips to the side of her neck. Her skin is still chilled, and that makes me angry. She didn’t deserve any of the things that have happened, and when I get back tonight, I’m going to spend every second I can worshiping her.

Madison tilts her head slightly, giving me more access, and it’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss her neck again, slower this time, letting my teeth graze just enough to make her shiver. “You feel this, princess?” I ask, pushing my hips forward and letting her feel how fast she makes me impossibly hard. “How you fit against me? Like you’re made for me.”

Her hands come up, covering mine where they rest on her breast and neck, and she leans back into me, trusting, pliant. This girl owns me in every possible way. I frown when she shivers, and I know the cold is probably bone deep at this point. I don’t know exactly how long she was out in the rain tonight. I just know that one second is a second too long. I shift her effortlessly, moving us both to the bed. She’s on my lap now, tucked close, and I dip my face to pepper kisses along her shoulders and collar bones. I use my hands to roam her back, sides, and arms, trying to warm her in a way I know a sweater won’t.

“I know you’re cold and tired,” I breathe the words as I kiss up her neck, my voice is raspier than I intend. “But we’ve gota few things we need to tie up tonight, and I—” I stop mid-sentence when she leans back, her hand lifting to brush the hair out of my eyes.

It’s such a small thing, barely a touch, but it wrecks me. She doesn’t even realize how much I look forward to these little gestures, her soft fingers sweeping over my forehead like I belong to her. “I don’t want you to go,” she says, pouting her lips, and I don’t think I’ve seen her do that before. It’s the cutest fucking thing. I can’t help but lean in and give her a soft kiss.

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