“But it’s not a lie,” I point out, and he gives me a knowing look.
“But it’s not exactly the entire truth and she knows it. I certainly wasn’t going to be completely honest with my mother and tell her that I had only fingered you and licked your pussy, but that we’ve never kissed or fucked.”
“No, of course not,” I agree. “And at least your mother knows you well enough to tell when you’re not being totally honest.”
“What do you mean?” Cannon asks.
“My parents, they aren’t like yours. They’ve never had the time to learn anything about me.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. They’re both litigation attorneys in busy law firms.”
“Wow. That sucks. I’m so sorry, Madison.”
“Stop apologizing to me!” I yell at him.
Cannon lifts both palms out in front of him and grins at me. “Okay. No more apologizing. I won’t take responsibility for anything I do ever again. That’s a promise.”
I grab the pillow from his twin bed and smack him in the face with it.
His face is suddenly blank and stunned as if he can’t believe I actually hit him.
“Sorry,” I say sarcastically with a smile, and then it’s on. Cannon jerks the pillow from my hands, and I turn my face just in time so that he only hits me in the back of my head, which of course knocks some of the hair loose from my bun. “Damn you!” I exclaim as I try and protect it with my hands when he hits me again.
“Oh, did I mess up your perfect hair? I would apologize, but I don’t really give a fuck,” he says with a bark of laughter. He nails me with the pillow on my back and then my ass. I shriek and dive for the bed to try and get away since he’s blocking the door. I try to jerk the pillow from his hands. It pulls his momentum forward as we both hold on to it above my head, and then Cannon is falling on top of me with all of his weight, crushing me into the mattress. His heavy body is uncomfortable on me for only a few seconds until he shifts some weight to his knees on either side of my legs, his palms keeping his upper body off of mine. That means it’s mostly just his hips pressing into mine through my thin cotton leggings, lining us up perfectly for one specific purpose. Cannon’s face is hovering above mine, grinning with laughter until he feels the same thing a second after me. His blue eyes darken, and then his mouth crashes down on mine. It’s a bruising kiss, frantic even as his tongue plunges past my lips. I kiss him back just as hard as I fight to free my hands from the pillow above my head to wrap them and my legs that are hanging off the bed around Cannon’s back and waist. We explore each other’s mouths until the lack of oxygen makes me dizzy.
Cannon pulls away first, burying his face in my neck and groaning, “Fuck,” as he grinds his hard length between my legs. “I never know if you’re going to push me away or pull me closer, and it drives me fucking crazy.”
“I never know either,” I admit breathlessly before I slip my fingers underneath the back of his hoodie, t-shirt and leather cut to get to his warm skin, raking my nails up and down along his spine. His damp lips on my neck make me squirm, just like they did the night before. There’s a throbbing pulse between my legs, demanding more, wanting more than his mouth or his tongue. I want him, all of him.
And I’m pretty sure that if there hadn’t been a knock on the door, both of us would’ve soon been naked with him driving himself into me.
Cannon’s mouth freezes on my neck before he lifts it and says, “Yeah?”
The door opens without warning. I don’t see who it is because Cannon is scrambling up and off of me like we’re teenagers who just got caught by his parents, blocking the view. But it’s not his mom or dad standing in the doorway when I finally sit up and see around him. It’s Hannah with tears pouring down her cheeks.
She doesn’t comment or look shocked about what she walked in on. It’s like it doesn’t even matter when she tells us, “The police are here. They’re arresting Conrad!”
“Shit,” Cannon says as he hurries out the door.
I stand up and throw my arms around Hannah to hold her as she sobs, still catching my breath from where things suddenly left off with Cannon.
“Shh. It’s going to be okay,” I promise her as I rub my hands up and down her back even though it feels like a lie. The man she loves, the father of her unborn child, is being put in handcuffs and carted off to jail, or even worse if he’s convicted, prison.
“It’s not fair,” Hannah says between sobs.
“No, it’s not,” I agree. “I’ll go to the station with Cannon and see about getting him out on bail.”
“You think they’ll let him out?” she asks, pulling away to look at me hopefully.
“I can’t promise anything, but we’ll try. If he’s got a clean record, then there’s no reason why they shouldn’t let him out until his court date.”
Hannah nods, and then I walk with her down to the porch where Cannon and Conrad’s dad is comforting his mom, who is crying while they watch their son get arrested.
Cannon is down on the lawn, talking to Conrad or the police, who have him leaning against the side of the marked police cruiser, hands cuffed behind his back, as one of the officers pats him down.
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out,” Cannon tells his twin. “I’ll meet you down at the station!”
“I can’t believe that asshole would do this shit here!” Conrad yells, and the cop slams his face into the side of the car
