Michelle I wake up wrapped in Maddox's strong arms. His snoring fills the room, and his erection is pressing against my naked butt. Heat spreads between my cheeks at the same time my pussy clenches. Oh boy. My body is ready for round two. I'm hot and bothered, and holy shit—I can't believe I had sex with Maddox Daniels yesterday! The hot guy I first hated. The big bastard who seemed to hate me. WE HAD SEX! I HAVE SEEN HIS BANANA! My head is spinning. I sit in the bed, staring at the sleeping behemoth of a man next to me. I'm trying to piece two and two together. Does Maddox like me, or was he just horny? What will happen now? His mouth closes, and he grumbles, smacking his tongue against the palate of his mouth. Blue ocean eyes open, blinking a few times before settling on me and appearing confused. His voice comes out deep and gravelly. "Michelle?" I shyly wave. "Hi..." Maddox blinks again and clears his throat. My eyes suction to his fat pecs when he rises. The light sm
Maddox Usually, I can always keep my head cool. During a game that I know, we are losing? No problem. After being tackled by a dude my fellow teammates couldn't take down on the field? No problem. But when Jason and the other guys are talking to Michelle? I'm having trouble whisking eggs in peace. Here I am, trying to impress Michelle, and these assholes are flirting with her to keep her attention on them. I know what you're thinking: young jocks don't want relationships at this point in their lives. But there is where you are wrong. Michelle is excellent at baking and cooking, and all guys here are enormous—mentioning food is how you speak to our souls. My nostrils flare when Jason, the idiot, wags his eyebrows my way with a smirk on his lips. He leans closer to Michelle, where she sits on her chair, and my skin boils. I obviously can't be in love with her: she isn't my type, but WHY ARE THEY ALL SO CLOSE TO HER?! I pour pancake batter into the pan, glaring at Jason. Lione
MichelleI'm so confused. What does Maddox want from me? First, he makes me agree to pretend to be his girlfriend, and then he tells his friends that I'm not his type. What is that guy doing? Did he change his mind?Or...Was the sex with me so terrible that he doesn't even want to continue being in a fake relationship with me?My head is spinning.Why are guys so confusing?I drink another glass of water. I'm trying to study inside the kitchen, but it's pretty impossible with Ciara and Zendra watching TV with the guys they are dating. The volume is too high, and I jump every time the girls scream at whatever lousy horror movie is playing. I bet they are faking it to hug their boyfriends. I would do the same with Maddox...Then again, maybe I wouldn't dare? The guy wants nothing to do with me; he has made that clear by how he acted. He would push me aside if I even tried that with him. And then, with his stern face, he would most likely point out why I'm not his type and hurt me wi
MaddoxNo matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling of uneasiness. It gnaws at me, eating me alive.One part of me knows I messed things up with Michelle, but the other part keeps denying it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Sometimes I wonder if I am not as smart as I think I am.I kept thinking about how Michelle looked when I told the guys we were just friends. For a moment, I thought I saw something other than contempt in her eyes. Her big doe eyes were dark, and I thought I saw tears fall down her cheeks.No, no, that can't be right. Why would Michelle cry about this? She doesn't expect anything from me! She probably looks at me like I'm some jerk wanting to have fun, right?"Bro, you really fucked up this time, huh?"I snap back into reality as Jason slaps me on the back and then walks past me to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Right now, my best friend won't even look at me.I don't get it.After Michelle left, Jason gave me a dirty look and walked back into his ro
Michelle I skipped school this week. The fear of Thomas trying to find me kept me locked in my room, but tonight I'm at a place where that guy isn't invited: the party at the frathouse. I'm standing in a long line with countless pretty women. They are all wearing dresses, high heels, and earrings. Beautiful people. It makes me anxious about my own outfit watching them. Should I have worn something different than a cardigan? Is it weird that I came with comfortable, snug clothing? Even my sweatpants are pretty loose. Not that I have many clothes to choose from. I'm not rich, and I'm sure I can have fun even if I'm not looking all bling-bling. I washed my hair before coming here, though, and now a brown braid hangs over the right side of my collarbone. I feel pretty. Will Maddox think that too? I blink up at the house. Music is playing, and people are already loud on the balcony. Everyone seems to have fun, but I can't relax. I still haven't made up with Maddox, and he has been
MaddoxIt seems I know very little about Michelle Henriksson. I pegged her for a withdrawn girl without much experience, and forgive me for saying this, but I didn't think she was very popular with guys. She wears cardigans like it's her religion and can barely talk without stammering. Michelle is shy, intelligent, and kind, and although those are great qualities, college men only seem to care about sex. And that is the dilemma because Michelle is pure girlfriend material. That's why the guys aren't looking at her twice—you can already tell by a first glance what this girl is about.Michelle is cute and delicate, and I stamped her as innocent. I also took for granted that I wouldn't have much competition in the romantic field, but it seems I was mistaken. Another quarterback, Thomas Hennington, shoves his tongue down Michelle's throat as if his life depends on it. They are by the couch, Thomas's humongous body leaning down to eat at Michelle's face.People are cheering them on too.
Michelle Despite the hurting in my heart and the images of Thomas Hennington haunting my brain, I can't help but let my gaze slide over to Maddox. He is calmly driving his black BMW, eyes on the road. He beat up Thomas so easily. I know violence isn't the answer to most of the earth's questions, yet my blood pumps faster seeing his flexing biceps as he turns the steering wheel. Holy shit. I try not to stare at Maddox even though he is focusing on driving, afraid that when he does glance down, he will find my eyes molesting his front side. I can't believe there is an outline of his pecs. I also can't believe how incredible this guy's body is. His tanned arms have a light smattering of hair, and the color of his skin is a beautiful contrast to his white t-shirt. The sandy hair is fixed tonight, though a bit on the wild side after he got physical. "You're staring." I almost choke at the tone of his voice. Maddox is still looking out the window, not even glancing my way. Still,
Maddox My head is in the gutter. I prepared a bubble bath for Michelle. Went all out on the soap and rosepetals and shit. I felt silly for doing it, but it was worth it once I saw her smile. Michelle looked close to hugging me but instead just thanked me for setting up the room. She then went inside, and the bathroom door clicked closed. I took Michelle's caution as a clear message: I want nothing physical coming from you. So maybe I should just apologize to her tomorrow and say nothing about feelings and shit? My head spins. I'm standing in the shower on the bottom floor, and hot water sluices off my body. I'm overthinking things, but soon my mind wanders to Michelle naked in that tub. Naturally, my hand strays south of the border, and I grab my cock, and lightly squeeze it with my right hand. Before I know it, I picture Michelle naked. Smooth skin, innocent eyes, and those pink lips around my cock. I imagine her trying to take it all but ending up choking on it, down on her