Rival

by Penelope Douglas

  CHAPTER 30

  FALLON

  Katherine had come into the kitchen shortly after me, and I wished I could shrink away.

  Until she came up and hugged me.

  I held my breath, completely confused.

  Yeah, hi. I’m the girl that nearly threatened to expose your affair on TV, and I’m solely responsible for your boyfriend’s divorce chaos right now. But sure, I’ll take some hugs!

  Once she let go, I sank into the barstool as she dug out all of the fixings for sundaes from the refrigerator.

  There were lots of questions I wanted to ask her. She was, after all, having an affair with my mother’s husband. I should despise her. Or at the very least dislike her. I definitely shouldn’t respect a home-wrecker.

  But for some reason—or many reasons—I felt like my mother was the sleazy one out of the group.

  And one thing could not be denied about Katherine. A nearly eighteen-year affair was love.

  She was very beautiful, too. And young. Still young enough to have more kids.

  “I’m surprised you’re so calm about this.” I picked at my vanilla and caramel sundae.

  She shrugged, still scooping a serving for Madoc. All chocolate. “I started young, too,” she conceded. “But unlike me, you and Madoc have an excellent support system.” Yeah, she was right. I still didn’t know where my dad stood on this, and I planned on calling him first thing in the morning. But Madoc and I had means to live, and we had Addie at the very least. We were lucky.

  “Aren’t you afraid Jared will get inspired and propose to Tate?” I teased.

  Her head fell back as she laughed softly. “No.” She sounded sure.

  “No?”

  “I think you and Madoc have overcome . . . more mature issues, shall we say? I can understand how marriage feels like the natural next step. Jared and Tate on the other hand? They were in so much heartache for each other for so long that I think they just want to be left alone for a while. They need their calm.”

  Just then we heard Madoc’s and his dad’s voices coming down the hall, and Katherine and I turned to see them enter with smiles on their faces.

  My stomach pinched with anticipation, but my shoulders relaxed a little. Seeing Jason head straight for me, I pushed my hair behind my ears, taking inventory of everything I was wearing. Jeans and one of my black fitted, long-sleeve T’s, but I was still wearing my Burberry coat. My hair was still in loose curls from the “wedding,” and it still looked good last time I checked, despite the twenty-four hours Madoc and I had spent in bed.

  Jason’s eyes were relaxed and welcoming, but he looked like he wasn’t breathing. His expression was pleasant but guarded.

  Tipping my chin up, he placed a quick, gentle kiss on my forehead and then took my hand, looking down at the ring.

  “Looks good on you. Congratulations.”

  Huh?

  That’s it? That can’t be it.

  “Thank you,” I mumbled, searching the floor for my jaw.

  “If you both want some advice from a man who’s about to have two divorces behind him . . .” Jason looked between Madoc and me. “Fight. Fight through everything. Don’t leave the house angry or go to bed mad. Fight until it’s settled. The end of fighting is the beginning of giving up.”

  And then he looked at me. “Don’t let him off the hook. You understand?”

  I swallowed and gave him a small nod.

  “Mr. Caruthers?” I asked.

  He raised his eyebrows at me. “Jason.”

  “Jason. I owe you an apology. This mess with the divorce—”

  “Had to happen, Fallon,” he finished, cutting me off. “It’s fine. Well, it will be fine eventually,” he offered.

  With a nod to Katherine, they walked out the way they came in. “Katherine and I are going to her house for the night,” he said. “We’ll see you Friday night at the charity auction.”

  And they left.

  Madoc plopped down on the stool at the bar. Pulling me in between his legs, he nuzzled my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Madoc?” I closed my eyes, leaning in to his spectacular kisses. “Baby, I am sorry, but I think I need to get back to school tomorrow.”

  He stopped. Like stopped so fast, I thought he was dead. Taking his head out from my neck, he flashed slightly pissed blue eyes at me.

  “Why?” It sounded more like a dare than a question.

  “Oh, I got an e-mail from a professor.” I picked up my phone, gesturing with it. “He’s fine with me missing a few classes, but I’m going to miss a guest lecturer tomorrow and a test on Friday. They’re both really important.”

  I’d already missed three days of classes.

  He finally heaved a sigh. “All right. I’ll crash with Jared, so we don’t have to be separated. You go to class, I’ll work out getting transferred to Northwestern, and we’ll start looking for apartments. We have to be in Chicago for that charity thing on Friday anyway. We’ll leave early in the morning.”

  Hanging my arms over his shoulder, I joined my hands behind his neck. “Thank you.”

  Sinking into him and his man scent, I took his top lip between my lips, and he took my bottom lip between his. It’s the kiss we always ended up in. All four lips, layered as one as we just stilled and breathed each other in.

  Can I just say how much I loved to smell him? I loved that he wore cologne, and he always would. Or else.

  “Come on, let’s go shower,” he whispered into my mouth.

  I shook my head. “No, you go.”

  “No, I mean I want a shower with you.”

  I backed away, unbuttoning my coat. “I’ve got other plans. Go get your shower, and find me in ten minutes.”

  His forehead wrinkled. “Find you?”

  I said nothing more. After about twenty seconds, he realized I was done talking and walked off upstairs grinning.

  I smirked to myself. He thinks he’s the only one capable of mischief.

  Grabbing some printer paper from the fax machine in the kitchen, I scrawled a riddle to Madoc—knowing how he looooooved riddles—and left it on the bottom of the bannister.

  Back in the days when we used to go to war,

  I’d wait for the nights when you’d knock on my door.

  Now you’ll have to look for me in a room on this floor,

  Where the vampires hunt and from your lips I was torn.

  Slipping off my coat, I dropped it in on the floor next to the stairs. Taking a few steps away, I started stripping off the rest of my clothes and dropping them at small intervals on the black-and-white tiled floor. My flats, my jeans, my shirt, and then I unclasped my bra and dropped it in on the plush, beige carpet leading into the hallway to the right.

  Clad only in my red lace thong, I walked down the dimly lit hallway and entered the theater room, thankful that the chill on my body distracted from the drumming in my chest.

  I hated this room.

  And I loved this room.

  Slowly turning the dial on the wall, I brightened the area only enough to cast a soft glow. As I looked around, I took account that nothing had changed. Not that I expected it to.

  This room was used rarely, but it was built for a crowd. Several black leather recliners and two long black leather couches all sat facing a massive flat screen mounted to a wall that was adorned with three smaller screens on each side. Family photos and more sports paraphernalia dressed the coffee-colored walls, and with the cream-colored carpet, everything looked cozy and cavelike in here.

  Madoc and I used to watch TV in here a lot, even though we rarely said anything nice to each other. And the only time Jason Caruthers came in here was for Super Bowl Sunday.

  Walking up on soft feet, I ran my hand over the cool, smooth black leather of our couch. The one we watched the Vampire Diaries on. The one we ignored each other on, despite the thick cloud of tension between us. And the one we last slept on together before I was taken away.

  My womb tightened, and a shock
weaved down between my legs, making my jaw tingle with a smile.

  This place should be intimidating to me. This was the place I’d been shocked awake by one screaming parent and another one so angry, he couldn’t even speak. My mother had hauled me off the couch nearly naked, wearing only Madoc’s shirt. Jason Caruthers had stood in the hallway, refusing to even make eye contact when I was dragged past him. Madoc was nowhere in sight, and within twenty minutes, I was dressed, packed, and driven away, unknowingly carrying a child inside of me.

  This room should’ve been bad news to me, but it wasn’t.

  This couch had felt good on my skin, and I remember being so grateful Madoc had talked me out of finally leaving my room that night.

  Climbing onto the sofa, I knelt up against the back and rested my forearms over the top. I wanted to see Madoc when he found me. When the door handle started to turn, I had to swallow down my smile and curl my toes to keep my excitement at bay.

  As Madoc opened the door, his eyes shot straight to me, and I gave him a sexy, little smirk, hopefully coming off as playful and not the nympho I’d become. He wore black pajama pants that hung low, and his golden skin looked so warm and smooth that my mouth was watering. The little hills of his six-pack flexed, and I trailed my eyes up to his pecs and further, loving the way his kind-of wet hair stuck up like it’d been styled that way. When I got to his face, though, his ever present amusement was gone.

  He swallowed and held up the riddle I’d left. “The theater room.”

  Why wasn’t he looking at me? His eyes were shifting around.

  “I’m . . . a . . .” I stammered. My heart was starting to pump too fast. Shit! Was he mad?

  “I’m glad you figured it out,” I said, cocking my head to the side, trying to entice him to come in.

  “Yeah, well . . . the last line helped.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Fallon. I don’t want to be in here. Can we just go to bed?”

  What? Why?

  “Madoc.” I rushed to stop him. “I know that this is the last place we saw each other before I left, but we don’t have to be afraid of it.”

  I got off the couch and stood up next to the arm, my hands folded in front of me. His steamy blue eyes fell down my body and then trailed timidly back up to my face.

  He walked over to me, every hard step vibrating through my veins. Taking me by the back of my neck, he kissed me deep, slipping his tongue in immediately and making every part of me warm.

  “Madoc,” I gasped when he pulled me up off the ground. As he cupped my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  I loved that he picked me up.

  But I didn’t like that he started walking us to the door.

  “We leave in six hours,” he threatened, “and that may or may not be enough time to taste every part of your body. But I want to get started right now. We’re going to bed.”

  “Madoc, no!” I shot out my arms and caught the door frame, stopping him in his tracks. “No! I want to be in here.”

  He pushed a little, and I tightened my grasp on the door frame against the stretch in my arms. If he wanted to get me out of here, he only had to push a bit more. He was going easy on me.

  “Well, I don’t,” he shot back. “Come on. We’re not kids anymore. We’re going to do it in a bed like grown-ups and not on a couch like horny teens.”

  “We are horny teens.”

  He scowled up at me. “Let go, or I tickle.”

  My chest tensed, and I almost closed my arms with the threat, but I didn’t.

  Squirming out of his grasp, I lowered myself to the ground and slammed my hands into his chest, pushing him backward. Reaching over, I grabbed the door and threw it shut.

  Madoc’s wide eyes locked on mine as I walked the few short steps over to him, backed him up against the back of the sofa, and started to maul him. My hand dug into his hair, my lips kissed him hard and fast on his mouth and then his neck, and my other hand shot down to his thick erection already pulsing in my hand.

  “Fallon, Jesus,” Madoc cursed.

  But his head fell back as the pleasure overtook him, and he threaded his fingers into my hair as I trailed kisses down his chest and stomach.

  Setting down on my knees, I freed him from his pants and, taking him in my hand, I circled my tongue around his tip, my tongue ring bumping with his piercing. He jerked, and his eyes popped open, looking down on me with fierce eyes and bared teeth.

  “Fallon,” he warned.

  “I want to. Please?” I asked softly.

  He squeezed his eyes shut and the grip in my hair loosened.

  Coming down on him again, I drew him in long and slow, savoring the smell of body wash that made me so hungry. I swayed my tongue from side to side on the underside of him, so he could feel the ball on my tongue. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I got more eager with the taste of him and his silver. Bringing him in slow, I relaxed my throat, taking in all of him down to the base.

  “Babe,” he whispered, sucking in air through his teeth. “You better not have learned this on another guy.”

  I drew him out and sucked hard and fast on the tip about ten times before answering. “Tate and I got a book for research last month.”

  “Really.” It wasn’t a question. “That’s hot.”

  If I knew Madoc, he was probably imagining Tate and me practicing on cucumbers.

  She had wanted to do this for Jared, but neither of us had had any experience. Obviously, she wanted to blow his mind, so I suggested watching some porn. She gave me a huge “no,” saying she wasn’t watching seedy videos on the Internet. So we went online and bought a book.

  I sucked him all of the way into my mouth again, slowly down to the base, and swirled my tongue around him.

  Reaching behind him, I pulled his pants down just below his ass and held his hips for support as I moved faster up and down his length. My roots stung from where he was fisting my hair. He was fully hard—I hope, because I couldn’t take anymore—as I savored the feel of every inch of his skin.

  He groaned and inhaled sharp, fast breaths, and I loved the sight of Madoc worked up. With his face pinched and eyes shut, looking like he was in pain, I had a sudden urge to crawl up his body.

  My head was pulled away, and Madoc looked violent.

  “Stop,” he gasped. “I want you. But not on this couch.”

  Licking my lips, I pinched my eyebrows together in confusion but didn’t push it.

  Who the hell cared right now? The couch, the chair, the floor . . .

  Grabbing my hand, he pulled me over to one of the other leather couches, swung me around, and brought me down on top, straddling him in his sitting position. His erection rubbed between my legs, and then . . .

  Whoa!

  He slid both hands into the string of thong at my hip and ripped them clean off.

  My panties were gone, and my core pulsed so damn hard that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

  I was uncontrollable. I dove into him, sliding my tongue across his lips and lifting up as he rubbed his tip into my entrance.

  “Oh, Madoc,” I panted.

  Damn, that felt good.

  I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes, unable to stop grinding on him. “Why did you leave me in here alone that night?” I ventured. I assumed that’s why he was uncomfortable with the other couch. Maybe that was why he hated this room.

  “I didn’t mean to.” His eyes were apologetic. “I covered you up,” he breathed out, shutting his eyes with the pleasure of my movement on him, “and went to get a shower. I’d planned on coming back down to wake you up, but by the time I got back, you were gone.”

  All this time I thought he’d had his fun and just went up to bed, leaving me.

  “I hate this fucking room,” he finished. His mouth closed but then opened again, looking like he wanted to tell me more but didn’t.

  I grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo. Lorde’s “Team” came on, and I clutched the leather sofa behin
d him with both of my hands and lowered myself onto him slow enough to drive him crazy. “I’m going to make you love it again,” I promised.

  He filled me up, and I dropped my head back at the feel of him inside of me.

  He let out a low growl and hooded his eyes. “I’d like to see you try.”

  CHAPTER 31

  MADOC

  “There you are,” a voice says behind me, and I tense.

  Turning around, I see my stepmother, Patricia, and I don’t hide the frown at seeing her in her short white silk nightie.

  Clutching the bottle of water, I slam the refrigerator door shut and try to keep my eyes averted. My head feels staticky from the liquor at the bonfire, but it doesn’t dull the awkwardness of this situation.

  Her long blond hair hangs loose, but it looks freshly styled as does her makeup, and her posture isn’t modest. One hand on the kitchen island, another hand on her hip, she sways playfully and smiles.

  “Where’s my dad?” I snip.

  “Asleep,” she sighs. “In his room. Did you have a good night?”

  Why was she being so nice lately?

  “Yeah, up until now,” I answer flatly.

  I’d just gotten back from a race and a hell of a win against Liam. And I got to see Tatum Brandt race for Jared. Along with the bonfire afterward, it had been an entertaining night.

  But I am tired and not in the mood for whatever poison Patricia wants to spew.

  I walk around the island, heading out, when she steps in front of me.

  “Madoc.” She puts her hand on my chest, and I inch back. “You’ve gotten big with the working out. You look good.” She nods her approval and gives me innocent eyes. “Did you know that your dad’s having an affair?”

  Jesus. What the hell?

  She definitely isn’t hiding much in that nightie, either. I can see inches of her cleavage and the tan, smooth-looking skin of her arms, legs, and shoulders. Patricia works out a lot and takes care of herself very well with my father’s money. At forty, she looks much younger.

  A ten-ton brick crashes in to my stomach when her lips inch in for my neck.