I take a step back to walk away, and Cedrick stands to his full height, having apparently been slouching to accommodate me. My head cranks back to look up at him, and I gulp.
Holy shit.
“Madison…” he drawls softly, and I whimper. “May I kiss you?”
“You… You’re asking to-to kiss me?” I balk.
“‘Course.” He nods sincerely. And it’s his nervous little throat bob that does me in.
“Yes,” I say without thinking, and the next thing I know, Cedrick’s mouth is on mine, and every thought I’ve ever had is wiped away with the swipe of his tongue across my lips.
He tastes faintly of lime and beer as he enters my mouth, and I gasp breathlessly when he reaches up and wraps his long fingers around the back of my head to pin me in place as he devours my mouth.
His tongue is wet and soft but demanding as it plunders my mouth, seeking solace inside me, and I open wide, unsure what to do as he takes control over me and does what he wants—but he doesn’t seem to mind my lack of response other than mewls and moans because that seems to be all I’m capable of doing.
A throat clearing jars me, and I jerk back, eyes shooting open wide. Cedrick pins me in place with his teeth attached to my bottom lip, which he slowly releases as he pulls away. My groin is hot—and only grows hotter the slower he moves—but eventually, we’re separated, and I’m left with an aching erection and a thundering heart.
“Don’tfucking do that again,” Cedrick says, still not taking his eyes off me, and for a moment I think he’s talking to me, but then, Kane responds.
“Mads asked me to get him out of here by eleven, and you have been making out for five minutes.”
“And?” Cedrick drawls. “He’s a big boy.”
“That’s not what?—”
“I don’t give a fuck?—”
“Okayyy… that’s enough of that.” I ease my way into the conversation by taking a step back from Cedrick and taking one step closer to Kane. “He’s right, Ce—uh, he’s, uh, right. I need to go home. For class. Tomorrow. Thank you. For tonight.” I flush hotly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” And with only a quick glance at Cedrick’s bright, dark green eyes reflecting the lights of the club, I turn my back to him and walk out with Kane before I can change my mind and stay the night with my stalker.
Because that would be a bad idea…
Wouldn’t it?
It definitely would…
I think.
The ride back to the house is tense, but I don’t mind it much because my mind is swirling with what happened between Cedrick and me.
We danced, and I… I kissed him. Or, well, he kissed me. And it was truly something else.
It… it felt different than it did at Mayhem.
Mayhem was…
It was two pieces of us that we had hidden away come together, and tonight was the other halves finally meeting into a whole.
It sounds crazy, I know it does, but Cedrick… I really like him.
I know he’s crazy and has gone about knowing me in an insane way, but I don’t think I could’ve known him any other way. I couldn’t have let myself. Not with the way I was raised, I don’t think.
It was beaten into me over and over: Men don’t lie with men. It’s a sin.
And when Static made that choice for me, he made me see that there is no sin in what you desire because how could God create someone like me, if that’s not what he wanted?
If he didn’t want me to like men, then why do I?
Does God have that power to choose, or do we?
