Page 121 of Sinister Legacy
“Probably my best friend.”
“I like that.” Her red-painted lips part in a smile that I respond to with a small one of my own.
I fidget with my nail beds, not really paying attention to the TV.
“Does King fuck good?”
A nervous chuckle slips from my lips, but then I nod.
Madison lifts her head and rests her cheek on her fist. “What do you like about fucking him? Is it his cock?”
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down until it hurts. It slips free, throbbing with pain. “I like his cock. And his hands.”
“They’re big,” she admits, gripping my hip a little tighter. “His fingers are long.”
“You’ve studied him?” I ask, but it’s not really a question.
“He paid attention to you. It made me curious about him.”
“Why?”
She leans in, rests her head on my chest, and drapes her arm around my midsection. “I don’t know.”
My fingers find her hair, tangling in the silky strands as I brush them away from her dark brow.
“You’re special, Keira.”
“I’m not.” My voice is haunted. Shaky and a little breathy.
“You don’t see it. Liam saw it and took advantage of it. Of you.” She props her chin on my chest and stares up at my face. “Are you in love with King?”
I chew on my lip. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Reaching up, she pulls it away from my teeth. “They’re already chapped.”
“Why are you the closest to me?” I ask. “You flit between friend groups, but you always come back to me. Why?”
“Why did you call me and not Cassie?” Her fingers are back on the sliver of exposed skin above the hem of my jeans. They slip beneath the fabric and tease the small of my waist.
“Cassie doesn’t get me.”
“But I do. I get you, Keira.”
Her fingers come to my jeans button and pop it open before sliding the zipper down.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Tell you what?” The mattress shifts under her weight as she lowers herself down until her mouth is rightthere.Between my legs.
“You never tried anything with me before. Why now?”
Her fingers hook in my jeans.
I should stop her. I should do a lot of things. But King is in prison, and I’m selfish.
I’m selfish because I want her to take away my pain. Even if I’m not into girls.
Madison yanks them down my thighs before sitting back on her knees and sliding my pants off my ankles. She lowers back down between my legs and covers me with her mouth. There’s nothing between us except a thin layer of lace. She soaks it with her tongue, pressing it over my slit.
