Page 2 of His Fractured Girl

“But it’s not right, Maddock. I don’t want Presley to hate me.” Out of all the girls, she’s actually the nice one. The only one I can genuinely call a friend.

“She won’t hate you. I promise. She has a thing for Spencer. Besides, she won’t even find out about us.”

A wave of unease hits my stomach, but I think that’s the alcohol reprimanding my body for drinking too much. My eighteen-year-old system isn’t used to hard liquor, and the rum punch Sarah made was strong. Now, I know what Maddock and Presley were fighting about earlier, but none of this is making any sense. Why would Presley want Spencer when she has the most perfect guy ever to exist? I think I need a glass of water.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are?” He shifts back, looking down at my chest. “How incredible this body is?”

There’s another heavy flutter as his hand runs up my side, giving my breast a squeeze. It’s the first time anyone has touched me so intimately. There’s a warmth running through my veins but it’s no longer from the alcohol. It’s the way his thumb is rubbing over my nipple, circling it with his heavy touch. My mind swirls around the wordgorgeous. No one has ever told me I’m beautiful before. Sarah says I need to lose weight. And Iheard Joel ask why the fat one was coming along when we went to the lake last weekend.

“Does that feel good, Soph?” The flutter tightens in my stomach. My mind is trying to focus on his face and his question. His touch—it feels incredible. There’s a tingling sensation running over my skin, but I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think about any of this. It’s too much to take in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about you, baby. I’d look across the room in class and just imagine pulling your shirt down, wishing I could suck on your fat nipples.”

My shirt is shrugged down slowly, and I can’t reconcile the look in his eyes or what he just said. There’s true desire burning in his stare. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. He’s looking at me like I’m sexy. When his head slowly descends and his lips close around my tightened peak, the shock finally jolts my system.

“Maddock, you need to stop. Presley is my friend. And you guys aren’t even broken up yet.” I think that’s what he said. Or did he say they had broken up? Either way, it doesn’t matter. This feels wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to hurt her. “We can’t do this.” At least not until things have ended between them and I’m positive Presley won’t hate me if I start dating him. Because I really would like to date him. That would be amazing.

“I told her it was over earlier, but I think she was too drunk to understand because she was still clinging to me. Tomorrow, I’ll spell it out for her. Make sure she knows we’re done.” His hold on my breast tightens, and his tongue starts licking over my pebbled skin, sending tingly little sensations prickling through my body. “God, your tits are so fucking sexy.”

His warm breath casts over my sensitive peak, causing goose bumps to flare up my arms. I’ve never felt wanted like this before. The desire is stirring low in my gut, pulling tighter as hesuctions harder. His mouth is nursing the pleasure right from my body. I didn’t know how good it would feel to have a guy kiss me there.

“And she’s not your friend,” he groans against me, rubbing his cheek over and around. “The girls are always talking about you behind your back. I hate what they say about you, Soph. You’re so pretty and nice, but they don’t really like you. They think you’re a tagalong. And that you copy everything they do.”

The insecurities blow right back in like a gust of wind. That old familiar feeling of rejection is a sobering pill to swallow. Out of all the girls, I thought Presley genuinely liked me. But it sounds like that’s not the case. I guess she’s just been pretending to be my friend like the rest of them. She calls me the tagalong, but she’s always the one who invites me everywhere. If she didn’t want me to come, she should’ve left me off the chat. I may be chubby but I’m not dumb. Nor am I a pity case.

“Hey!” He tips my chin up, peering into my eyes. “The only reason they talk about you is because they’re jealous. Just look at you, baby.” His eyes roam down as his pearly whites sink into his bottom lip. He’s staring at my chest again, and that flushed feeling rushes over me once more. “None of them have a rack like you. Your body is what us guys fantasize about. But we’re always too afraid of being shot down, so we go for the safe girl. That’s why I asked Presley out first. I thought you were out of my league.”

That’s absolutely preposterous.He’sout ofmyleague. He’s the guy everyone wants to date. And Presley is the last one I would call a safe bet. She’s out of everyone’s league. It just goes to show how we should never assume things because even guys have insecurities.

“If you had asked me out first, I would’ve said yes.”

“So, say yes to me now, Sophie. Tell me I can have you.”

Have me?I’m not sure what that means, but when his mouth wraps around my taut peak again, I give up trying to make sense of everything. I just want to feel. For once, I don’t want to think about how I don’t measure up. I don’t want to think about all my imperfections. How I’m chubbier than all the girls. How I bore people when I talk about school stuff. I just want to feel sexy and worthy…and good. And goodness is he making me feel good. I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.

“Lie down, baby.”

I lie back, feeling a wave of dizziness come over me. I close my eyes to stop it, but the spinning starts again. When cold air suddenly hits between my legs, my eyes fly open again. He’s stripped me of my panties and now I’m on full display for him. For him, and for anyone else who wakes up.

I quickly scan the room, but no one has even budged. It’s like the alcohol has cast a sleeping spell over everyone. There isn’t even a stirring. Nothing but a lull of soft snores sifting throughout the room.

“You need to keep quiet.” His gruff whisper is at my ear. “I want my tongue between these thighs, but if you make a peep, I’ll have to stop.”

I swallow down a gulp of nerves, trying to reconcile what’s about to happen. This is something I’ve dreamt about, something I’ve imagined when I’m alone in my room, but I never thought it would actually happen. Or be happening with the hottest guy at our school. He shifts back, positioning himself between my thighs and my stomach goes haywire. This is really happening. Maddock is about to go down on me. He’s staring between my thighs, looking eager for a taste. He looks more excited about what’s about to happen than I am.

My stomach flutters with a nervous anticipation as his head starts to descend. When his mouth presses against my swollen skin, the nerves are overridden by tingles. He’s kissing me slowand sweet, his tongue sweeping up through my folds and then flicking over my clit. It’s different than I anticipated. Though, I really didn’t know what to expect. He starts to grow hungrier and then I feel his mouth everywhere. His tongue licking wildly. His teeth taking little nibbles. It’s almost too much, and I’m struggling to grasp onto the tingly feeling.

I think my nerves may be in control because my body doesn’t want to relax. It’s like a tug-of-war is going off in my gut. One moment I’m being pulled toward my release, then it grows slack, and I lose it. It’s hard to chase the feelings when they’re so inconsistent. But then…his lips close around my clit and the humming starts deep in my gut. The heat envelops my nerves. The tingles trickle over me again, and I start to draw closer and closer. But right as it begins to build to the peak, enticing me closer to the edge, his mouth disappears.

My eyes snap open and he’s climbing over me again, looking like a feral wolf under the moonlight shining in. “I need you, Sophie. I need to be inside you.”

The throbbing pulses begin to fade, and my nerves are back in control.

“I’ve never done this before, Maddock.” I’m still a virgin. All of this is a first for me.

“I’m glad you saved yourself for me, Sophie. It makes me feel special.”

I wasn’t saving myself for anyone. It’s just that no one has ever been interested in me before.

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