by Alexis Angel
I yank open the door and find some production assistant with a headset on standing on the other side, a tablet in hand.
“Yeah?” I bite out, irritated that it’s not Megan.
“Um, Mr… um, well,” he stutters. Then he just thrusts the tablet toward me. “You’re supposed to watch this.”
I arch an eyebrow as the assistant I’ve never seen before scurries away. Then I shrug and shut my door again, carrying the tablet over to the chair in my room and sitting down. I stare at it for a long minute, not sure if I really want to watch.
For some reason, I have a bad feeling about it. Maybe because I know what happened the last time someone handed off a tablet. I swooped in and took Megan right out from under Tristan’s nose.
I’ll be fucking pissed if this is another announcement about the two of them going off on another date or something.
Might as well get this shit over with. I wake up the tablet and see that a video is already queued up.
I can see a still frame of Megan and Tristan in a pool.
Great. Just fucking fantastic. What the fuck is this shit?
I jab my finger at the little arrow to play the video. I’m not going to get out of watching it. I’m certain there are cameras trained on my face right now as I watch this, just waiting to catch my reaction, so I might as well do this and move on.
But as the video plays out on the tablet, my fingers tighten around the edges, and a roar in my ears nearly drowns out the audio.
My lip curls up as I watch Megan’s hand wrap around Tristan’s cock. Normally something like this would be fucking sexy. I might have my own cock out, stroking it as I watch. But right now, my hands are occupied by holding the tablet up to my face so I can get a better view of the expression on Megan’s face.
An expression of pure ecstasy as Tristan takes her tit in his mouth, her head thrown back, her fingers clutching him tightly to her. My teeth clamp down so hard that I feel like I might grind them into dust.
I’ve seen that look on her face before. Last night in the limo. With me.
And seeing it here? Now? With fucking Tristan? It makes me crazy. Like I want to break something. Maybe his face.
Especially when the video gets to the part where that arrogant face is shoved up in my woman’s pussy, licking and sucking her until she comes so hard, screaming and moaning his name. Not my name. Not, “Oh god, Madden, fuck me now.” But Tristan.
I don’t want to watch this shit, but I can’t seem to make myself stop. It’s like a car wreck that you can’t look away from. It’s sucking me in, just like—wait. Oh, hell no.
No fucking way.
Megan gave Tristan a blow job?
Yeah, about that not being able to look away thing? Fuck that. I’m not watching this garbage. I toss the tablet across the room, not even caring if it breaks.
What the fuck?
I mean, logically, I knew they messed around. I’m not an idiot. If she did those things with me, why wouldn’t she with Tristan? But some part of me hoped that I was wrong.
What I don’t get is the way it’s making me feel. I have some primal urge to rip Tristan’s fucking head off. What’s that about? I feel hot, my skin on fire, my pulse out of control.
Then it hits me. I’m jealous. Fucking jealous. Of fucking Tristan.
Not once in my life have I experienced this before, despite our lifelong history of competing against each other. Not like this. And I don’t have the first clue what to make of it.
Tristan
I’m pacing again. There’s going to be a path worn into this carpet by the end of my stay in this apartment if things keep on like this.
But I can’t be still. I’m keeping myself moving so that I won’t go the one place that I actually want to be. Megan’s room. I need to give her space, though. Let her have time to process what went down today and come to her own conclusions.
Like I’ve said, I’m patient. I can wait it out. Bide my time like I have all season.
But this is fucking hard. I want to go to her and make sure she’s okay.
This morning was a fluke. A slip in my firm grasp on my self-control. Something that can’t happen again. I shouldn’t have let Madden get to me like he did, provoking me like that. I should know by now how much he likes to drag me into his games. It’s how he plays things. He likes to get his hands dirty. Play dirty. And sometimes it works for him.
I knew better than to respond to his shit. But fuck, when he started talking about Megan being wet for him, I lost it. I can count on one hand the times I’ve lost my cool like that. And I know exactly why I did today. It’s obvious.
I care about Megan.
She matters to me, means something. If she didn’t, none of that shit would have gone down. No way would I have let Madden push my buttons. But he knew exactly which ones to push.
A knock on my door stops my pacing in its tracks, and I just stand there for a minute, staring at the door until another knock gets me moving. Who could it be? Megan?
My pulse speeds up at the thought. Maybe she’s ready to talk. Then I can explain to her that I only reacted like that because I care about her so much. That I couldn’t stand hearing those things come out of that asshat’s mouth.
But when I pull the door open, the smile fades from my face. Some random production assistant I’ve never seen before is standing there staring at me, all wide-eyed and hesitant.
I raise my brows, irritated that it’s not Megan. “Can I help you?” The way I say it should be obvious that it’s code for tell what you came for then get the fuck out of here.
“I, um… I’m supposed to give you this.” He thrusts a tablet into my hands, then makes a hasty retreat.
Fuck.
What now? The last time I got an unexpected tablet delivery, Madden showed up and swept my woman away from me. Right out of my fucking arms.
I sigh and scrape a hand over my stubbled jaw, staring at the tablet in distaste. I automatically know I’m not going to like whatever it is I’m about to see. I toss it on the bed, debating if I should actually watch it.
I do things to distract myself. I take a shower. I shave. I sit down with my computer and stare at the blank screen.
And still, all I can think about is that damn tablet. Fuck it. I’m going to have to watch it at some point.
Pushing my chair back, I retrieve the tablet from the bed, then drop down to sit on the edge. I open the tablet, and there’s a video all queued up, ready and waiting to torment and torture me.
I already know what this is, even without pushing the arrow to play it. And I know I really don’t want to see it. But my body seems to move all on its own, my finger tapping the icon that brings the still images of Megan and Madden to life.
I immediately wish I hadn’t. Because what Madden said on the plane is totally true. She was wet for him. So fucking wet I can see it even on the video. As his hands are up under her dress, doing fuck knows what to that sweet pussy. As she grinds on him so hard, her desperation clear on her face. As she strips for him—I have to stop for a minute here because fuck, that was supposed to be me with her last night at dinner. In the limo. Her stripping for me, her pussy glistening with juices because she was hot for me. Not Madden.
But it’s right here in way too vivid color. I must be a glutton for punishment because I watch the rest of the video—Madden making my girl come on his face, then sticking his cock in her mouth.
I’m so fucking pissed that I’m shaking. I want to punch a hole through something. Preferably him.
Goddammit.
This is fucking hard. I knew it would be once I started to care for Megan on a different level. And I knew they would do things on their date. But seeing it for myself makes it way too real. And it fucking hurts.
The worst part? Madden is nothing but a player. He always has been. Okay, that may be the pot calling the kettle black, because I’ve had my fair share of women come and go on the regular. But not like Madden. The difference is that he’s way
too reckless. He doesn’t give a shit. He goes through women like they’re a daily multivitamin—taken for their purpose and immediately forgotten.
Whereas I only get involved with women who know what they’re getting into, who know where we stand. I make sure no one gets hurt. Madden gives zero fucks who might get hurt.
And that’s not okay. Not when it comes to Megan. She’s too sweet for him. I won’t let him have her. Not in the end. But I sure as hell won’t let him hurt her either.
The Biggest Licker Season Update
Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of The Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. We have breaking news.
Chase: That’s right. In case you missed it because the network couldn’t air any more of The Biggest Licker last night, both billionaire contestants have now viewed mysterious surprise tablets delivered to their door.
Nadia: That’s right, Chase! We have positive confirmation that both Tristan and Madden have now seen Megan with the other man.
Chase: I mean, I gotta be honest. I can’t imagine what both men are going through. If I ever saw a video of you, Nadia, with another guy as he made you wet for him and then made you cum on his tongue before sticking his cock in your mouth…
Nadia: You’d be jealous?
Chase: Well…
Nadia: Hurt?
Chase: I’d be jealous sure, and upset….
Nadia: But?
Chase: Well, I’d also be sort of turned on…
Nadia: Oh. My. God. Because one of the things I totally have on my bucket list is to get fucked by two guys. Like maybe two big strong guys. Not some weak ass vegetarians—
Chase: You can’t make fun of vegetarians on television, Nadia. We might get fined!
Nadia: Oops. Right. Let’s just stay safe and talk about getting fucked by two cocks. This is broadcast television and kids are watching, so I should have known better. Sorry, audience!
Chase: Anyways, as we were saying, we have a major stage set for the two men to come to grips with each person’s attraction to Megan.
Nadia: Remember if Megan manages to hold out without giving up her virginity, she has to pick her One True Love as per the rules of the show.
Chase: The One True Love will share with Megan their lives together in addition to any prizes from the show. And hold the title of The Biggest Licker.
Nadia: Speaking of prizes, be sure to download the new app for Apple and Google smartphones to stay connected to The Biggest Licker while you’re on the go!
Chase: You can also buy The Biggest Licker branded merchandise on the app!
Nadia: Everything from lace thongs for you, golf clubs for him, and baby bibs for that lil’ bundle of joy that happened after watching our show 9 months ago!
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Nadia: That’s right! You can redeem points for vacation travel or other merchandise!
Chase: Operators in India are standing by to sell you as much of The Biggest Licker merchandise made in China as you want!!
Nadia: And when you’ve had your fill of all the rampant commercialism, make sure you make your way to the television set today, as we see what happens to Tristan and Madden as they compete for the ultimate prize. The quest to become…
Voiceover: THE BIGGEST LICKER!!!!!
Madden
My breath comes heavy. I grunt. I pant. I gasp.
Every punch to the bag is one more attempt to help me blow off some steam. Normally, coming down to the apartment’s gym is the perfect way to take out some extra energy. Whether it’s sexual, adrenaline or, like tonight, anger.
I can’t get the images of Megan and Tristan out of my mind, and it’s driving me insane. I literally feel myself coming unhinged as I lay into the punching bag, giving it everything I’ve got. Sweat drips down my bare chest and back as I pound out punch after angry punch.
I shouldn’t be this upset. Not logically. What did I expect they were going to do all day? Play Old Maid?
But the longer the video replays in my head, as if it’s permanently branded there, the more illogical I get. Tristan and I have gone after the same girl plenty of times. Just like we’ve always competed over everything.
This is different. None of the other girls mattered. It was more a question of keeping score with them. One for me, one for him. But this time? Megan fucking matters. A lot more than I realized.
I lay into the bag with a particularly vengeful sequence when a shadow catches me off guard and I stop, turning.
Tristan is standing there putting on his boxing gloves, pure rage radiating off his face.
Damn.
He usually plays it pretty cool. But right now he looks like he could kill someone.
Me.
“What do you want, Tristan? I’m trying to get in a workout.”
His voice comes out low, barely contained. “I think you’d rather me burn off my anger on the bag than on your pretty-boy face.”
I laugh, not in the mood for his shit. “Fuck you.”
Tristan comes around to the other side of the bag. “No, fuck you, Madden. I saw a video of you and Megan in the limo.”
My eyes narrow. Looks like we both got treated to an eyeful. He doesn’t look any better off for it than I am.
“You know what, Tristan? You need to just quit now while you’re ahead and leave the house.”
He scoffs. “Wouldn’t you love that? You actually expect me to make it that easy for you? Just step aside and let you win? You’re an idiot.”
I shrug. “You’re going to lose anyway. Go now and at least you can save face.”
Tristan bristles visibly, and when he speaks, his voice is murderous. “I’m not playing a game, Madden.”
“Neither am I.”
He laughs humorlessly. “Bullshit. You’re nothing but a player. Always playing a game. Everything is a fucking game to you. You don’t take anything seriously.”
His shoulders tense, his jaw clenching, and I realize my posture is much the same. We’re practically facing off.
“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you, Tristan? The golden boy. Well let me tell you something,” I say, “your little act doesn’t work with me. It might work in business. You may convince your clients that you’re this caring guy that has their best interests at heart. But I see right through you. Every deal you make, it’s all about you.”
Tristan narrows his eyes at me. “You can’t take a fucking thing seriously. It’s a wonder you haven’t gone out of business yet. I don’t know how you still manage to get clients at this point because everyone knows you’re unreliable. It’s all a game to you, isn’t it? Life is just one big fucking party, even when some things need to be taken seriously. Treated more carefully.”
This asshole has a lot of nerve acting like he’s so much better than me. So high and mighty. “Seriously, dude? Like you run this perfect business? Like you haven’t fucked plenty of people over too? You’re full of shit, Tristan. You’re only in it for yourself. Always looking out for number one. What’s in your best interest.”
I sneer at him, wishing he’d just get the fuck out and let me finish my workout without his arrogant ass in my way.
“You’re all about what’s good for you, Madden. Don’t act like your motivations are pure. They’re as dirty as they get.”
Is that what he thinks? Because we both know we aren’t really talking about business here. It’s a very thinly veiled conversation about Megan.
I step toward him, hands twitching at my sides, desperate to lay into him for having his hands and mouth all over her yesterday. “You have no clue what my motivations are.”
And that’s the straight up truth. He has no idea how I feel about Megan. Yeah, maybe I’ve been a player. Maybe I don’t usually take heed with wom
en. But he’s so far off the mark on this one it’s not even funny.
He steps up, tilting his chin up and looking down his fucking nose at me. “It doesn’t take a genius to guess.”
“Then I guess you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought. Walk away, Tristan.”
“Fuck no. I’m not walking away from this.” He clenches his teeth. “She’s mine, Madden. Don’t fuck with me.”
“Oh, you mean fuck with you like telling you how good it felt to have my face buried in between her legs, my tongue so deep in her sweet pussy that I—”
The right hook comes out of nowhere, sending me stumbling back a couple steps before I realize what’s happened.
“Motherfucker,” I growl, regaining my footing and coming back at him, fists swinging.
I get in a couple good ones, clocking him in the temple and in the side, but he’s lean and lithe, and he gets just as many in on me. We’re pretty evenly matched, but if he wants to do this, I’m game.
“Bring it, asshole.”
I block his next jab and knock his head back with a blow to the chin, then he’s sweeping his foot under my legs and we both go down, fists flying.
It doesn’t last much longer before Maya and a few other crew members come storming into the gym, breaking it up.
It takes several people to hold us back from each other, and we stare each other down, eyes blazing with anger.
Fuck. What is this house doing to us? Tristan may be my biggest competitor, my quasi-enemy of sorts in business and in life, but he’s also pretty much my best friend. We’ve known each other forever. Been through it all.
Except for this. Is this how it’s going to end? Over a girl?
But even as I wonder over it, I can’t help thinking that when it comes to Megan, she’d be worth it.
Tristan
Sitting at the island in the kitchen, I readjust the ice pack on my knuckles. I didn’t even have my gloves completely on when I lunged. I tossed them aside, going at Madden with my bare fists.
