Three ribbons of cum land across her face and tongue and when all that’s left is a pathetic drip, Austin wastes no time in cleaning me up. Realistically, I know she probably doesn’t get off on the way I taste, especially after working all morning and not showering, but she laps at me until I’m so sensitive, I have to stumble backward, away from her.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I pant, holding myself up by the foot board of the bed. I catch myself a second later, remembering what’s important, and reach down for her.
“So good, baby. You were so good for me,” I praise, pressing breathless kisses to her hair, her face, her temple, anywhere I can reach. “Can we shower now?”
She huffs out a laugh against my chest but nods.
THIRTY-TWO
AUSTIN
“What’s this from?”he asks later, finger trailing over a scar that runs through my damp eyebrow. I don’t care for this game, but he made me come three times in a row during our shower, so I’m especially amenable right now.
It’s from Dad knocking me into the table when I was twelve, but I can’t exactly tell him that. “Fist fight with Greg Anderson in seventh grade.” I think it’s the same lie I told Kenny back then. Or at least close enough that it wouldn’t make them suspicious if it ever came up. Not that it would, but just in case.
“Always knew I hated him for a reason,” Maddox claims and I snort. His fingers keep trailing down my body, but I do my best to ignore them. Maybe I can change the subject.
“You hated him because he made fun of Kenny’s braces,” I remind him.
“That, too. When’d you get these done?”
He circles my nipple and it tightens, which makes him grin. I catch him by his forehead before he can duck down and wrap his lips around it and he pouts like a little boy. “When I was sixteen,” I tell him, pushing his head away.
“They let you pierce your nipples at sixteen?” he asks incredulously.
“You can get anything pierced at sixteen if you know a guy who pierces things and wants to fuck you. Two-out-of-ten, don’t recommend. The guy or the piercing experience.”
My joke doesn’t land. Or at the very least, Maddox doesn’t laugh. I tip my chin to look up at him, but his mouth is tight. The playfulness of the moment is gone, and I can’t quite figure out why. He never cared about me bringing up prior partners before—other than his brother. He clears his throat.
“Were you with him for long?” he asks, overly casual.
“I wasn’twith himat all. It was a one-time thing. Just, like… an exchange, I guess.”
He nods and his fingers return to their journey across my skin, but the atmosphere is different and it has me feeling a bit insecure.
“How old was he?”
Ah, okay. There it is. I shrug, even though I’m very aware of how old he was and why Maddox would have an issue with it. He lets me lie.
“Did he do this one, too?” he plays with the star dangling from my navel. It tickles.
“No, did that one myself.”
Maddox snorts, burying his face in my wet hair and splaying his palm across my stomach. He’s hidden there a lot since we got out of the shower. I think he appreciates that I smell like his shampoo.
“Of course you did,” he says after a second. “I don’t know how Kenny managed to get through her life unpierced with you as her best friend.”
“Who said Kenny’s unpierced? Just cause you can’t see em, doesn’t mean–”
“Nope,” he cuts me off, his other hand reaching around to cover my mouth. “No talking about my sister like that, and especially not while we’re in bed.”
I nip his palm and he hisses, pulling it back. “That’s two ofyour siblings you’ve forbidden me from speaking of in your bed now.”
“I mean, I’d prefer you didn’t bring up any of them while we’re in bed.”
“Well, now you’re just being domineering.”
He pinches my stomach. Before I can retaliate, his finger is brushing over another scar much lower. “What’s this one?”
