Rival (Fall Away #2)

She stared at me, looking scared but definitely awake and alert. She knew what she was saying, and I ran the words over and over in my head.

Madoc, I love you. I’m in love with you.

I lowered my chin, narrowing my eyes. “Do you mean that?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve loved you forever. There’s so much I need to tell you.”

My arms tightened around her, and the biggest f**king smile I ever felt broke out across my face.

“Nothing else matters,” I told her, sweeping up her lips for another kiss so hard we couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, guys?”

I heard a shout come across the street, from the party I would assume. Without breaking the kiss, I stuck my middle finger out behind me toward Jared’s house.

I heard a laugh. “As much as I’d like to watch you two have sex and all, I really don’t want to have to clean up another round of Teens Gone Wild on the Internet!”

Jax.

Fallon buried her mouth in my neck, hugging me and laughing. “What’s he talking about?” she asked.

Yeah, long story. Jax rocked it with computers, and he was definitely right. We needed to get off the street.

“Jared and Tate.” I leaned in, kissing her and completely f**king turned on right now. “I’ll explain another time. Let’s get inside.”

“No.” She shook her head but continued to come in for quick kisses, stroking my chest and neck. “Take me home. To your bed. Lock me up in your room and feed me until the only thing I know how to do is moan your name.”

I pushed her back into the car and drowned in her lips again, slamming my hand into the door in frustration. Jesus Christ, I wanted her so bad right now.

Several hoots and calls erupted behind me, and I knew we had an audience now. I heard Jax laughing and yelling at us while others simply screamed, “Whoo!”

Idiots.

“I love you,” I whispered into her mouth. “Let’s go home.”

• • •

The entire drive to the house was f**king torture. Fallon wouldn’t stop touching me, nibbling on my ear, running her hands up and down my thighs . . . I was harder than a steel pipe and ready to pull over and screw her on the side of the road.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed in my ear. “Is it too much?”

“Hell, no.” I slammed into sixth gear after we got through the Seven Hills gate. “I like this new you. But you’re killing me right now.”

She exhaled a hot breath in my ear, and I closed my eyes, tightening my jaw. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Madoc, get me to bed,” she begged.

I groaned, speeding into our driveway and breaking to a screeching halt in front of the house. Fallon was out the door before I was, and I rounded the car, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the house.

Unlocking the door, I pulled her through, and we ran through the foyer and up the stairs.

“Madoc?” I heard Addie’s voice come from around the corner. “Fallon?”

“Hi, Addie!” we both yelled, not even stopping as we charged up the stairs, two at a time.

I picked up a whimpered “Oh, dear” as we reached the second floor and had to laugh. Poor Addie.

Fallon reached my bedroom before me and swung the door open so hard it shook the wall when it hit. I slowed to a walk, crossing the threshold with my eyes glued to hers as she spun around to watch me. She backed up into the room, one timid, light step at a time as if in slow motion, kicking off her shoes and tossing her bag to the floor.

Without taking my gaze off her, I closed and locked the door behind me.

“I want to make a deal,” I challenged, stalking slowly toward her.

Her fiery gaze heated me. “And what’s that?” she asked, whipping her shirt over her head and letting it fall to the ground.

My eye caught the Valknut tattoo on the side of her torso. It wasn’t big, but I’d never gotten the opportunity to study it. I’d have to remember to ask her what it meant.

“If you,” I threatened, “so much as leave my bed without my permission in the next twelve hours, you have to get my name tattooed . . .” I smiled.

She arched a defiant eyebrow.

“On your ass,” I finished.

A smirk played at the corners of her mouth, and I continued to advance on her slowly, drinking in her smooth skin and white lace bra.

“Deal?” I reached at the back of my neck and pulled my T-shirt over my head.

Skimming her fingers inside her shorts, she slid them down over her ass and let them fall to the ground. “I won’t leave without a good-bye. I won’t leave at all, Madoc,” she promised.

“Do we have a deal?” I pressed, my voice more demanding.

“Yes.”

Coming up to stand in front of her, I tensed when her fingers grazed my stomach. She undid my belt, whipping it out of the loops. I toed off my shoes and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Peeling it from her body, I let my mouth fall open a little at the sight of her full br**sts and ni**les, dark and hard.

But when she started to unbutton my pants, I grabbed her hand. “Not yet,” I whispered, snatching her bottom lip between my teeth. She tasted like vanilla and warmth and home. I couldn’t imagine ever being hungry for anything else but her.

She whimpered as I dragged my teeth over her lip, but I let go and slipped my hands inside her panties, pushing them down her legs.

I felt like a kid on the Fourth of July. Fireworks were popping everywhere.