Page 55 of The Draft
Chapter 14
Madison: So, Big Man, I was thinking about you last night. Do you want to know what I was doing?
I shook my head, refusing to dignify Madison with a response. She was taunting me, and I was going to be forever goaded by her messages because I refused to engage. Two weeks had gone by since I slept with her, and although the world seemed darker because I knew I'd never experience something quite so good as her again, she was still somehow coloring my thoughts with visuals that I couldn't get out of my head.
Madison: Well, since you're shy to respond, I'll give you a hint. It involved a shower head and imagining what it would have been like if you'd used your mouth instead of your fingers on me that fateful night.
Madison: Too bad we never got that wet.
Case in point. Another day and another NSFW visual that wouldcrop up in my mind at the most inappropriate time, giving me a boner incredibly hard to ignore.
Grumbling, I shoved my phone in my pocket and adjusted my pants so my half-mast erection wasn't on show when I left my room. This one-night deal was seemingly biting me in the ass at every opportunity.
My phone buzzed, but this time I ignored it. Giving any indication that her goading was working would make her worse. I knew her better than she thought, and I'd always admired her persistence, but she forgot that I was patient. She was the one that left me that night and was insisting we follow the rules of the pinkie promise.
When I stepped out of my dorm room, I immediately stopped in surprise.
What the fuck was going on?
All twenty-two teammates were sitting in our living room watching a baseball game. I knew we were having everyone over today because that was what we did on our weekends off, but right in the middle of the horde of men was Madison. Nestled right in the center, she was eating popcorn, watching the Catfish game like she was their biggest fan.
“Guys?” I said to everyone, but my gaze was firmly on Madison and she knew it. A whisper of a smile played across her lips as she snuggled between Scotty and Alex. As per usual, Alex looked like a frightened deer caught in headlights, which Madison seemed to enjoy bringing out of him.
“Oh, hey, D. You're finally up. You ready to watch the game? Looks like it's going to be a good one.” Erik raised his pizza slice from his slumped position on the floor. “We've got more in the kitchen.”
He tipped his chin to the boxes of pizzas, but I walked straight past them, more interested in the blonde bombshell in the middle of the pack.
“I'm good,” I quipped.
“Aw, is it because you're still holding a grudge against pizza because Cade made your room smell like a pizza oven for two weeks? The smell's gone now, I promise.” Erik barked out a laugh at his own joke. Good for him, since everyone else seemed to find it as funny as me, which wasn’t at all.
Cade was chomping on his own slice across the room and raised his hands in defense. “Hey, I thought it was helping him out. Who doesn't like to make out to the smell of old cheese? Besides, it clearly worked for you the last time you had Reporter Girl over.” Cade's eyes bore into mine andhis eyebrows wiggled. “That sounded like one hell of a time.” I clenched my jaw, annoyed that he had to bring up Sienna again. “Come to think of it, Reporter Girl hasn’t been around much. Have you been sneaking off to hers to get a little privacy?”
Instincts took over, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick glance at Madison. Yeah, she was pissed at that reference. Well, she could join the club, considering I was pissed that she was sitting in between my teammates whilst sending me dirty texts. What the hell was she thinking? Scotty already knew there was something going on, but what if Alex saw the texts?
Flat-lipped, I waved him off and found a spot at the end of the sofa beside Brooks. “That's not why I don't want pizza. None of us should be eating that kind of stuff during the season.”
I was well aware that I hadn't outright rejected the idea I was sleeping with Sienna, but that was because I couldn't. If I did, Cade would then ask who I was about to finger against the wall, and I assumed the real answer could get me killed.
The reality was, I'd pretty much forgotten Sienna’s name the minute Madison kissed me at The Draft. Madison clearly hadn't forgotten, though, and she might have enjoyed taunting me, but she didn't enjoy hearing about potential flings, no matter how fictitious they were.
“But we need the carbs.”
I tried to play it cool and watch the game, but with Madison sitting next to Alex, and cozying up to him, I couldn't help but feel something in the pit of my stomach. Anger? Jealousy? Maybe a little frustration that she was still flirting with him now that we'd had sex, but what did I expect her to do? Become a nun after I fu-
“Home run!” Brooks, the only one of us that actually watched baseball,stood and clapped as Tate Sorenson rounded the bases.
“Look at him run,” Madison crooned, bringing my attention right back to her. It wasn't like I didn't think about her almost every second of the day. What were a few more? “I swear those baseball pants are so see-through, it's obscene.”
“Madison,” Cade warned with a mouth stuffed full of pizza. He didn’t look at her because he was too busy dipping his crust into some nacho cheese.
She thew her hand in the air, pointing at the TV accusingly as she glared at her brother from across the room. “What? You expect me to sit here and not comment on the fact that I can see every muscle of Sorenson's glutes? I know Dash has thighs of steel, but Sorenson is about ready to bust out of the seams.”
There it was again. That pit in my stomach. That hot anger because Madison was focusing her boy-crazy attention on another guy. What was worse, she was comparing him to me. Her lips curved slightly, suggesting she was holding back a smile.
And that answered everything I needed to know. She was still taunting me. Even though we were in the same room with more people than I could count, she was openly goading me to see if she could get a reaction.
And I was concerned she was about to get one.