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At all.

“Joey would have lost his dick if he tried touching you with it. And had I known he got a taste of you, I would have cut out his tongue.”

Ethan wasn’t a violent, meat-head type of guy. But he was possessive and protective. Especially of me. He always had been.

For some reason, though, this felt like a little something else. Something more. And I realized we had drifted into uncomfortable territory. So instead of asking him “what do you care?” and “what business is it of yours?,” I started rocking on him again. I was taking advantage of his loosened grip on my hips and taking what I could get before he stopped me.

Then I ruined everything by leaning in and whispering, “Thanks for doing this, Ethan.”

Chapter 17

Ethan

Joey fucking Diaz.

I hated that guy. He had a crush on Madison almost our entire childhood but was an asshole. He was mean to Madison and people tried to tell me that was how boys were when they liked a girl. But fuck that, I wasn’t mean to Madison and she deserved better than someone picking on her. So I always got in the way of him trying to put moves on her. I was pissed that I somehow let him slip through the cracks in high school.

I almost felt guilty.

But according to Madison, he only got to 2nd base.

Maybe.

Neither one of us was really sure what the bases were.

All this information made me want to do is fuck Madison even more. I wanted to claim her and make sure that anyone that ever touched her, tasted her, or fucked her knew that I was there first. That they had me to compete with.

The King to Madison’s Queen.

Mine.

I didn’t want to think about her with anyone else. Even though I knew it would come one day, this wasn’t the time or place to start getting in my feelings over my best friend.

This was the time and place to make love to her.

Ironic, right?

But then Madison leaned down and fucking thanked me for doing this. For being here with her. For whatever else may happen.

Fuck that.

I stood up and Madison slid down my body, shocked from my sudden burst. I was still hard, nothing would take that away. But I was still fully clothed.

I wanted to talk to Madison, tease her, build up her want and need.

I sure as fuck didn’t want herthankingme. This wasn’t a favor. It may have looked like one from the outside, sure, I can reason that. But I was getting as much, if not more, from this experience as she was.

“Maddy, don’t fucking thank me,” I said when I turned to look at her. She was sitting on the couch looking confused. “This isn’t a favor. I am not doing thisforyou. I am doing thiswithyou. You got me?”

She nodded slightly, still unsure where she went wrong. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and spread her legs open, getting in between them so I could get as close to her as possible.

I kissed her. It felt natural and needed. And when I pulled away, I told her, “I am going to kiss you, touch you, taste you, fuck you, and love you. None of those is a chore. I am getting just as much out of this as you are.”

“Ok,” she said softly, her lips still against mine. “I hear you.”

“Good, now answer the rest of my questions. What else do you have experience with, Maddy? Let’s cut the bullshit and just tell me.”

“Why?”