That was a big win for us. Part of me wasn’t feeling it. Since it’s a home game, we’re looking to get rowdy and party. We find one at a nearby frat house that serves us just fine with an endless supply of beer. A few of the other guys went up to catch a concert in town. They tried to talk me into going, more than likely to get tickets and back stage. I have made a name for myself since that cover on Sports Illustrated and these boys like to use that sometimes. I decided to stay around town. I was in the mood to party, sure, but not like they were.
Long car ride with a bunch of drunks?
No, thank you.
Saylor stands from his place beside me and then leaves. A minute later he comes back with four beers and a bong. I get up and leave. I’ve smoked before but not during the season. It’s not worth it to me to get caught. The NCAA takes that shit seriously. I don’t understand the guys who smoke during the season, or even before a game. They all know we have a bowl game coming up and they’ll random test us but it doesn’t seem to bother them.
I’m sitting in the family room now, away from the guys smoking and I’m about ready to leave.
“Hey, man, isn’t that your girl, Madison, with Landon?” Declan asks, sitting beside me with a beer in his hand. He’s our tackle and though we’ve played together for two years, I don’t talk personal shit with him.
I suppose there are some who don’t know Macy and Madison are twins.
There’s a difference between the two and I can tell immediately. Not a big difference but it’s there. It’s mostly in the eyes. Macy’s have a gray tint to them while Madison’s are more of a brighter blue. Only they’re not anymore. What was once bright are now just dull. Madison’s hair is darker too—naturally it seemed—but their bodies were almost identical. Lately, Madison seems like bones, muscle definition almost non-existent.
“Madison is not my girl.” I tell him standing up. “And that was Macy, her twin sister.”
I move through the house and see Macy standing with her roommate, Heather. I take another pull from my beer, the only one I’m having tonight and set the empty can in the garbage as I walk by.
As I turn the corner, there are couples everywhere, making out, laughing, you name it. That’s when I see Madison come in. It’s not unheard of for her to be at a party where I am. It happens.
I watch her for just a moment, no smile, no awareness of anything around her.
Why can’t she just be normal? Why can’t she see me right here, waiting?
As she moves from the kitchen, down the hall, I see who’s behind her. That fucking drug dealer Jay she’s been seen with.
He disappears for a moment and despite my gut telling me to leave, to not do a goddamn thing, I go to her.
I grab her by the waist when she walks by and drag her towards me moving my hips against hers. She willingly lets me. She feels it when a heavy bass thumps throughout the house shaking the windows and my chest. Madison can dance like no one else. She dances like she fucks.
I watch.
I move with her.
My breath hits her neck and I feel her curve around me, melt against my skin, her heat becomes one with my heat.
I can’t draw my eyes from her hips when she brings them forward and back again to the beat of the bass. Her black hood remains over her head, her arms swung over my shoulders.
My eyes go from her hips to over her shoulder where I see Amber watching with curiosity, and then to where Jay is watching this. He’s not looking at me. No, his eyes are on Madison’s ass that my hands are on. I look away from him. If I don’t, I might break his fucking teeth for watching her like he owns her.
We never do this but she’s allowing it and she feels what she’s doing to me. It’s pressing against her ass and I know she wants it with the way she melts at my touch. I’m comfort for her. She can fall to pieces before me and I’m holding it all together.
She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck, her hips grinding against mine. She’s fucking loving this.
I do the same and smile slightly when I feel her body curve around mine.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper in her ear. She could stab me in the heart at this point and it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does to see her control me like this. I want to walk away but in reality, in my fucked up sense of reality, a world without her in it isn’t worth living.
Her eyes water and I hold her closer, I want to fucking kiss her in front of everyone. I want to fuck her against the wall in front of this room just to let them know she’s mine. My face is close enough that I smell her sweetness, the coconut of her shampoo but she smells like me too. She smells like my sweat. My scent is all over her and I like that.