Don't Hate the Player...Hate the Game(68)

“Yeah, it’ll be real fun when I punch the shit out of you,” I mumbled.

I pulled Maddie into a thicket of trees away from the others. She stood before me in the moonlight in a pretty daring white thong and a thin, white camisole that clung to her frame like a second skin and left very little to the imagination of what was beneath. Before I could stop myself, the horny male in me did a perverted rove over her body.

It took only a nanosecond for that traitorous part to rear his head. I shifted on my feet. Quit being a perv, asswipe and think of something else!!! Then the most horrific images flashed in my mind. Presley and me together in her room, my mom and Greg hitting it on the couch, and finally, a furious looking Pastor Dan punching me in the face for thinking about his daughter in that way. The last one was the one that did the trick.

I cleared my throat. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.

She cocked her eyebrows at me. As she brought one of her hands to her hip, she swayed back and forth. “What does it look like I’m doing?” she slurred.

“Well, it looks like you’re half na**d and drunk off your ass!”

“Maybe I am. What’s it to you?” Maddie questioned.

“Jesus Christ, I leave you for less than thirty minutes and you’re drunk?”

I knew in her defense she was a lightweight who had never tasted alcohol before. Hell, it probably only took one to get her in the condition she was in.

“I was just trying to have a little fun,” she protested.

“Yeah and so was Casey,” I countered.

At the thoughts of Casey feeling her up, the blood rushed to my head, which thankfully caused the other part of me to fully simmer down.

Maddie’s lips curled into a smile. “Noah, will you do something for me?”

Oh, shit. I didn’t like the sinfully sing-song tone of her voice. “What?” I croaked.

“Would you stop acting like a gentleman for five minutes and kiss me?”

I swear to God her lips were already pursed, and she was purring. No lie, she was freakin’ purring like a cat in heat. Before I could protest, she wrapped her arms around me. Her full br**sts pressed into my chest, and I groaned. She stared up into my eyes, and I couldn’t help myself. I brought my lips to hers. They were everything I’d imagined they’d be. Warm. Soft. Inviting. Sexy.

One seemingly innocent kiss sent my hormones up and raging again. Almost on autopilot, I thrust my tongue into her mouth to dance against hers. My arms snaked around her waist, jerking her flush against me. I groaned against her lips as I thrust my hard-on against her. Instead of pulling away, Maddie rocked her h*ps back into mine. Holy hell! How was this chick a virgin? She was so f**king responsive to everything I did.

Maddie released my lips and dipped her head, kissing along my neck. When she ran her hands teasingly down my chest, I moaned. She glanced up at me through hooded eyes. “I’ve wanted to touch you here for so long.” Raising my shirt up, her warm palms rubbed against my chest, and she giggled. “That day when Josh puked on you, and you had to take your shirt off—I wanted to touch you so bad.”

I laughed. “I think I got that impression from the way you were ogling me.”

“Noah,” she whispered, her breath was like fire scorching against my neck. “Will you be my first?”

Motherf*ckingshitdamnhell! My eyes snapped open as the world around me screeched to a halt. I shrugged away from her. “Maddie, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying,” I protested.

She slowly shook her head at me. “No, I know what I’m saying, and I know what I want.”

“Well, I know you, and I know the sober you would never be standing here in your underwear propositioning me to sleep with you.”

Her face fell. “Don’t you want to sleep me? I mean, don’t you find me…sexy?”

At her words, my lower half caught on fire, causing me to shift on my feet. I cursed under my breath. “Oh come on Maddie. Don’t ask me things like that.”

She pressed herself closer against me. “Please Noah,” she begged.

So let me recap here. I was out in the middle of Eastbumblef*ck. The girl I thought I was in love with was standing before me, soaked to the bone, in nothing but a white camisole and her underwear. Oh, and she was begging me to sleep with her. What do you think I did?

Like some testosterone raging Incredible Hulk, the horny ass**le in me broke free, and I seized the moment. I crushed my lips against hers. Her lips opened momentarily, and I took the opportunity to plunge my tongue in her mouth, thrusting hard and fast against her.

Panting, we rammed against the trunk of an oak tree. Then I became an eight armed octopus, raking my hands over her body. I cupped her br**sts, teasing her ni**les to hardened points. “Noah,” Maddie moaned.

All the while, I moved my h*ps against her, mimicking what I wanted to do once we weren’t clothed. I slid my palm along her thigh and then between her legs. When I began stroking her gently, she cried out and rocked against my hand.

But as I dared myself to slide one finger in her heat, an overwhelming feeling of disgust and regret washed over me. That was all it took for the Horny Hulk to deflate. I jerked away from her. I tried catching my breath while I raked my hand through my hair. “I can’t,” I murmured.

Tears sprung in her eyes. “Why?”