I want to stop her, but I can’t.My mouth is hanging open.I can’t even blink.
“And the dreams…” She lolls her head back against the seat and groans.Suddenly, she’s more lucid.“Usually, I’m a naughty schoolgirl, and you have to spank me.You never let me come, though.”She turns toward me and pushes out her bottom lip again, this time in an enormous pout.“Maybe you would, but I always wake up as soon as you start spanking my naughty bottom with that ruler.”She rolls her eyes.“Sometimes it’s a paddle.Sometimes, you make me stand in timeout like a child.Do you know how horny I get when you make me do that?”She’s rambling, and I’ve never been more stunned.“The hottest dreams are when you inspect my pussy to make sure I shaved.”
Madison tips her head back and tugs at her blouse again before reaching for the sleeves of her leather jacket and taking her coat off.“It’s so hot in here.”She giggles.“That’s all you.You heat up every room.I always wake up in a sweat when you visit me in my dreams.My pussy gets so wet, and then I have to finger myself to finish off.”
I don’t think I’ve breathed since she started this monologue.Is she for real?Does she have any idea what the fuck she’s saying?There’s no way she does.
Madison tosses her leather jacket in the back.Her full breasts are in my face, the black lace bra hard to ignore.“Why don’t you ever let me come?”she whines before crossing her arms and pouting again.Her tits get pushed up in the process.
She’s toasted.And I’m in so much trouble.
Chapter2
Myles
Madison leans back in her seat as though she’s incensed with me for not letting her come in her damn dreams.
I have to get her home.Fucking fuck.
Without a word, I pull away from the curb and head toward her house, which she rents with three girls from school.I’ve never been there, but I know the address.
Her father’s home is not far away, but she didn’t want to stay in it alone while he was out of the country, nor did she want to commute to the university.She wanted to live on campus with friends.I don’t blame her, but this is a disaster.What the hell am I going to tell Hendrix?
Madison slumps against the door.She’s sound asleep when I pull up in front of her rental house.I get out, round to her side, and open the door slowly, carefully reaching in to keep her from falling onto the concrete.Thank goodness for the seatbelt.
She moans as I unbuckle her, and I have no choice but to lift her out of the car.She has a small purse strapped across her body, and I somehow manage to unzip it to find her key while balancing her in my arms.It’s not too hard to hold her.She weighs nothing.
My jaw is tight as I take in the area.I don’t like the neighborhood.It’s on the edge of campus, but it’s…well, it’s obvious every home is rented out to students, so it’s junky.There are no lights on inside Madison’s house, and no one even thought to leave the porch light on.
When I get the door open, I step inside and flip on the first switch I can find.Madison is limp in my arms.Dead weight.I carry her into the kitchen, turn on more lights, and cringe.It’s a mess.Dishes everywhere.I’m starting to think she lives with boys instead of girls, and that thought makes me want to punch a hole in the wall.
I turn the faucet to cold, douse my hand in it, and then splash her face.If she doesn’t rouse, I’m going to have to take her to the hospital.Her dad would have a field day with that.He’d probably yank her out of school and make her move to Germany in a heartbeat.
The thought gives me an idea.I can use that.Hold it over her.There’s no way she would want to leave the country with only a few weeks until graduation.She’d have a tantrum.I’m actually looking forward to it.
Madison twists her face to the side, and I have to splash her two more times to get her attention.Her eyes open, and she squints.“What the fuck?”
I scowl.“Which room is yours, naughty girl?”I cringe the moment those words leave my mouth.I have no business talking to her like that, but it’s hard because that’s how she’s acting.
Her stomach makes a gurgling sound, and she covers her mouth.
That’s my cue to rush down the hallway.Luckily, I find a bathroom, flip on more lights, and lower her to her knees in front of the toilet before she starts throwing up.
I grab her hair, but not quick enough.Some of it falls into the toilet.Vomit spatters up onto her thick locks.
I’m too old for this.I haven’t dealt with an inebriated co-ed since I was one.Hell, I didn’t deal with any drunk people then, either.Iwasthe drunk one.Which reminds me, I should not be judging Madison.She’s not the first twenty-year-old to overindulge and get sick.
But this is Madison.MyMadison.I don’t like the idea of her drinking too much and puking her guts out.I don’t like the thought of her being in places where men can paw at her and take advantage of her while she’s in this state.I wonder how often this has been happening.
As freaked out as I am, I’m more concerned about Madison’s current medical condition.She has heaved four times, and now she’s slowly leaning back.She’s so drunk that she drops onto her ass and would continue onto her back if I weren’t behind her, stopping her with my legs.
“Tired…” she mutters.
I reach under her arms, lift her to stand, and lean her over the sink.After turning on the water, I splash her face and bend her farther to rinse the front sections of her hair.
She fights me, batting at me with her hands.The water is cold.Too bad.
I cup my hand, fill it with water, and hold it to her mouth.“Rinse,” I command.