You can't tame a dog

Maddy's POV

I tossed the shirt on the floor, embarrassed to have been caught.

“I wasn’t doing anything…I was just checking…” I start to say.

He stepped into the room. Each step he took pulled me deeper into his web. He stopped just inches away from me. “Really? You didn’t just get caught sniffing my shirt?”

“Oh, get over yourself!” I snapped, trying to maintain the superiority in this cat fight but inside I was melting.

I tried to pretend as if I didn’t feel anything, as if my legs weren’t quaking, as if I wasn’t internally begging him to touch me, to kiss me, to slam me against the bed and make me his.

His eyes darkened. “You snuck into my room to sniff my shirt so I’m guessing there’s something you want.”

He ran his hand along my thigh. “Like the real thing?”

My blood pressure spiked.

He was sweating, heaving like he’d just left the gym. His body was sleek with wetness. He was so close to me, my heart skipped a beat.

I dared not look into his eyes. Instead, I concentrated on the lower part of his body where a thin line of hair traveled from his chest and disappeared into his loose pants.

I shook a little as Aston’s hand went up and up, reaching my panties.

He leaned in. “Ah, look at you, all shaking from just a touch of my finger,” he teased. His lips brushed against my ear, sending me over the edge.

I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping my mouth. I drew a ragged breath, desperate for more.

But I couldn’t let him know that. I couldn’t let him have the upper hand. He was a smug jerk, the kind of guy I should run away from. The kind that likes to have power over girls.

“Let go of me,” I snarled at him with all my power.

He smiled devilishly. “Should I?”

His finger found my clit; he stroked it lightly through my panties. I moaned. Fuck. A line had been crossed.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I thought you hated me. I thought I had no effect on you.”

“I took a sharp intake of breath, struggling to stay on my feet. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He knew he was driving me crazy. I was losing this fight.

“I hate you,” I whispered breathlessly.

“Your body says otherwise,” he teased arrogantly. He was right. My body had betrayed me. It had yearned for him, surrendered to him when my logical brain was telling me to run from him.

Just as he was about to slip his fingers into me, we heard footsteps running up the stairs.

I pushed him away and rearranged my skirt just in time for Giselle to appear in the hall.

“Maddy, um, what are you??” she paused, and glared at her brother. “Is Aston bothering you again?”

Aston stuck his finger, the same one he had used to caress my clit, into his mouth. He licked it slowly, intentionally while holding my gaze.

My heartbeat drummed so fast, I thought my heart would combust out of my chest.

“No, no, I was just….talking with him.”

Giselle grabbed my arm and pulled me to her side. She flashed a warning finger in her brother’s face. “Stay away from her. She’s not one of your sluts, okay?”

My eyes widened at that. How many sluts did he have exactly?

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure of that!” Aston teased. I went slack with shame.

Giselle pulled me out of the room. “My brother’s an asshole, I know. I’m so sorry. You should totally avoid him. He’s never gonna commit to a relationship. All he does is screw around and break girls’ hearts. But I can tell that you are different. You are not gonna let him use you, right?”

I nodded immediately. Whatever we have going on, this thing between us, was over.

Arrogant Aston would never see between my thighs ever again. I am not going to become one of his sluts!!!

“Come on, we need to prep for the race.”

****

Giselle parked close to the tracks. I stepped out of the car, and landed into the Pine Creek racing world.

Engines roared. Smoke curled into the air. The indistinct smell of burning rubber as tires screeched on asphalt assaulted my nostrils. The air was hot.

Bikes zoomed past us. The riders were easy to find; they all wore some variations of the same outfit: leather jacket over black t-shirts, boots, gold chains, helmets.

The Outlaws and Ryders circled each other predatorily. In some corner, a fight broke out between an Outlaw and a Ryder. I could hear the punches being thrown.

It felt like I’d been drenched into a world of danger. I was in shock. I had never seen such display of male bravado before.

“Come on, let’s find the riders.” Giselle said, pulling me along.

We found Max first. He was surrounded by a bunch of his crewmembers. He was dressed in his riding uniform, a helmet on his head.

When he saw us, he waved us over. Max kissed my cheek, holding my gaze for a little while before he turned to Giselle.

“Have you seen your brother? Did he finally decide to run knowing I’d kick his ass?”

He was right. Where was Aston?

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere. Maddy, go check at the Ryders’ warehouse. That one over there. I’m sure he’s there wasting time with his silly ritual,” Giselle said, pushing me out so she could spend time with Max.

I hurried from the Outlaws’ section to the Ryders’ warehouse, eager to see Aston again. I was practically skipping there. The heat between my thighs built as my pussy hummed for him.

When I got there, I found all the Ryders outside. No Aston.

As soon as I entered the warehouse, the sounds of moans stopped me in my tracks. I could hear the sound of skin-slapping-against-skin. A girl's voice begging for more.

My curiosity got the best of me. I traced the sound to the bathroom.

The door was half-open, revealing a couple going at it like rabid animals.

I recognized the girl who was bent over the sink, naked. Lexi.

The guy stood behind her, thrusting into her with an almost violent force. His back was turned to me.

I froze. It can’t be.

The boy…. looked familiar. That long hair, those muscles, those tattoos….

Then, I saw his face through the mirror.

Aston.