Scrubbing the sweet-smelling soap into my skin, my eyes close as vivid pictures of the night they stopped me down the dark road come back to me. My breathing picks up slowly, my chest rising and falling. “You want to play a game, kitty?” The rough material of their ski masks burn across my face. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Flight. My hand skims over my belly ring, down to the apex of my thighs. “You know you want this, kitty,” Bishop’s lazy voice comes into earshot. I do.
Slipping my fingers between my folds, I glide one of my fingers inside me. Groaning and tilting my head back, I massage the inside of myself, Bishop’s grin flashing in my memories. His touch, the way he rode my body until I couldn’t feel my legs and sweat was pouring out of my pores. The way he ran his tongue all over my flesh and then down to my clit.
I grab onto the soap and lather up my finger before bringing it back to my clit, imagining it’s Bishop’s expert tongue flicking over my nub. My eyes slam shut, my legs clench, and my core erupts in pleasure as my orgasm rips through me, owning me. Opening my eyes slowly, I blush. I can’t believe I just fucking did that. I hate him, so why the fuck does he still turn me on? Even though I know nothing was real with him? Am I that screwed up?
Possibly.
Getting out of the shower, I dry myself quickly and get dressed. Walking down the stairs, the house is eerily silent, something I used to be accustomed to. But since being here, it’s not something I’m used to anymore because of Nate, who is the furthest thing from silent. “So much for babysitting,” I mutter to myself, as I step outside our front door and see his car is gone. Closing it, Sam opens the door behind me again. “Madi, you need a ride to school today?”
I shake my head. “It’s cool. I’ve got that camping trip tonight, remember?” My dad and Elena will be home tonight from their trip too, so I won’t be coming home after my detour to the library. I figure I’ll get changed in the girls’ locker rooms before leaving and get a workout in before the school gym closes at ten. By the time I get out to the site, which apparently isn’t a real campsite, it will be close to midnight, but I’m hoping that it’s one, easy to find, and two, it’s easy to fricking find.
“Oh, right. Do you have everything packed?”
“Yes, Sammy, I have everything.” I step down the stairs, clutching my duffel bag. “I’ll see you on Sunday!” I yell out to her.
“Oh! Madi!” Sammy hollers, and I spin around.
“What?”
She rushes inside and then comes out again, tossing me some keys. “The GMC isn’t here. It’s getting fixed, something to do with a faulty fuel pump.” She shakes her head then looks back to me. “You’ll have to take your dad’s Aston Martin.”
I catch the keys midair. “The DB9?” I shiver. “I can’t take that. He’ll kill me.”
“He will not, and he was the one who called me to say you needed to use that car.”
I pause. “Is this a joke?” I look around my body. “Daddy loves me, but he doesn’t love me that much.”
Sammy laughs, spinning around and waving my dramatic ass off. “Have fun, Madison.”
I grin. Dad is letting me take the DB9? That’s so far past odd I can’t even see the fucking aliens anymore. That made no sense. I beep it unlocked, slide into the driver seat before clutching it into first gear, and drive toward the school.
I’m late. Again.
“Madison, I thought we had this discussion about your tardiness?” Mr. Barron, my physics teacher scolds, looking me up and down. Mr. Barron is one of those teachers who have an authoritative hand, but you don’t mind, because he’s young and handsome, so you wouldn’t mind him spanking your ass while you call him Daddy.
Face palm, Madison.
Five o’clock shadow, plaid shirts, nicely fitting jeans that show his butt. Mr. Barron is hot, so I instinctively blush under his glare. “Sorry, it really wasn’t my fault this time. There was traffic.” His stare stays glued on mine until I’m squirming in my spot. “It won’t happen again, sir.”
He nods. “Very well, take a seat.”
Did I mention the Irish accent? Someone splash me with cold water. I scramble back to my desk and pull out my notepad.
Ally turns in her seat toward me. “Hey, slut.”
The whole class starts laughing.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You say it like you know, Ally. Say, don’t you speak slut, too? Of course you do,” I answer for her, bored with her weak jabs.
She spins around toward me. “Bishop told me about how you scratch in bed.” She’s digging to hit a nerve, and besides the fact I’m pissed Bishop has talked to her about our little fling, I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing it. Fuck her.
“Really?” I tease with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk. “So he told you just how sharp they are then?” My smirk deepens, and when she realizes what I’m implying, her mouth snaps shut.
“Still a slut.”
“Still don’t care.”
The bell finally rings for the next period and I scramble out of my chair, pushing through the crowds before making my way to my next class. Please, please let this day go fast.
This day is not going fast. I drop my tray onto the lunch table just as Tatum dances over with Carter and... I forgot his name already... on her tail.
“Hey, sugar! You don’t look so hot.”
“Thanks, Tatum,” I mutter, dropping down onto the seat. Carter slips in next to me, and I try my hardest to ignore Nate and Bishop in the corner.
“She always
