Page 53 of Rule Breaker

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Page 53 of Rule Breaker

Maddox nodded, ambled over to his closet, and came back holding a bottle of tequila.

“What else have you got in there? Oh, probably more cigarettes?” I made a face.

Maddox uncapped the bottle, and took a long swig. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my booze.”

I popped two gummies in my mouth and chewed. “Don’t leave me like that. I need liquid courage, too.”

“Why?”

“Because a hot person might say hi to me and I don’t want to freak out and act like the dork that I am,” I chuckled.

“You’re not a dork,” Maddox replied. “You’re annoyingly persistent.”

“Thanks so much,” I replied sarcastically.

Maddox walked up to me and handed over the bottle. I took a grateful sip.

“So, are you hoping to hook up tonight?” he muttered.

I choked on the tequila and coughed. Man, that hurt. “Um, I don’t know.”

“Ready to change your virgin status?”

“Shut up.”

“Have another drink. Or two. I’m gonna use the head and then we’ll go.”

Maddox took the bag from me, popped three edibles in his mouth, and headed for the bathroom. My eyes caught on his ass and one particularly tempting rip in his jeans that sat right below his right cheek.

One good tug and…

Fuck. I swallowed another mouthful of liquor. But I needed more than pot and a few drinks to relax. I really did want to hookup.

Too bad the only person I wanted was Maddox.

As I lay on his bed, I thought about what he’d look like spread out naked. Under me, over me. A minute passed, maybe two. I was buzzed and so freaking horny. Unfortunately, getting high had unwanted slide effects. I mean, side effects. Shit, I was already fucking up my words.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah, side effects. I tended to get touchy-feely when I was drinking. Not that anyone wanted to get that way with me. But still, I wanted to hug everyone. That was weird, right?

Maddox stepped out of the bathroom, and I nearly dropped the bottle of tequila.

I didn’t want to hug him. I wanted to strip him down and lick him, from his gorgeous head to his sexy bare feet.

He’d put on a button-down shirt, but I wasn’t sure why. He’d undone nearly all the freaking buttons. I could see his smooth chest and part of the tattoos that hit his collarbone. Why was that so fucking sexy? And then I noticed his hair was in that cool,messy style again. I wanted to run my hands through it, tilt his head back, and stare into those dark blues of his.

When he caught me staring, his scowl deepened.

“What?” he snapped.

“You look hot.”

Me, pot, and tequila, was a bad, bad idea.

“How many edibles did you eat?”

I stood up on shaky legs.




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