The crowd is no longer shouting but whispering with wide eyes.

“Cap.” I shake his thigh, not taking my eyes off Maddoc. “Should we...”

Leo’s legs give and he drops to his knees, his arms flopping to his side.

“No,” Cap says calmly. Instantly. “He’s got it coming and he knows it.”

“Why you think he keeps standing?” Royce whispers in my other ear. “He knows what he did, and he accepts it.”

Maddoc glares down at him, blood and sweat covering his body as well. His dark hair is matted and has fallen against his forehead. His chest heaves, his tattoo angrily rising and falling with each breath.

He gets right against him, forcing Leo’s head back completely.

Maddoc bends and grips his arm, causing Leo to fall to the side slightly.

My eyes widen as he grips his fingers and snaps the first two back completely.

Leo wails into the sky and I wince.

There goes his shooting hand.

Maddoc spits on him then kicks him over and the crowd flips the fuck out.

Beer is thrown and his back is slapped a solid fifteen times before he can even move from the ring.

Maddoc steps out and moves toward me, Leo’s blood splattered across him, his own dripping from the corner of his eye and lip.

“You ready?” he rasps, eyes wild, overtaken with adrenaline and burning with vitality.

I glance to Cap and Royce, both waiting for me to make my move, letting me decide.

It’s my turn to fight, that’s what they promised me tonight, and I’ve been dying to let go of some of my frustrations, but Maddoc ... he’s completely fucking out of it.

A mad man standing.

I push against him, kissing his sweaty pec, right over his tattoo. I look up into his crazed eyes. “I’m ready to get out of here.”

His brows furrow, his tongue slipping out to tap at the cut on his lip. A tremor runs through him right before he dips, gripping me under the thighs and lifts, storming away in the same move.

The crowd parts for him as he charges toward the vehicle.

He slides in the backseat, leaving me on top of him, while the others climb in the front.

I bend, grabbing the sweater from the floorboard, wiping away Leo’s blood from his chest and face.

He jerks it from my hand and tosses it behind him, yanking me against him, my knees pushing into the fold of the seats.

He reaches between us and slips his hand in my leggings, tearing a hole in the seams between my legs and I start panting.

The music is suddenly cranked up piercingly loud.

Maddoc’s eyes hit mine, dark and dangerous, and fucking burning for me.

He’s fucked in his head right now and needs to be brought back, he needs to escape the dark place his mind has taken him.

His free hand slides up my chest until he’s got the base of my neck in his hand.

Mine shoot out, instinctively sliding across his torso before pausing at his ribcage, and he shudders against me.

He leans forward sliding his lips across my skin until he’s blowing in my ear. “Don’t make me wait, baby. I can’t wait.”

He pulls back, his eyes as black as ever, begging for the first time, as if I could deny him when he looks at me like that.

“Take what you need, Big Man.”

He lifts his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, then his hips move off the seat so he can free himself from his joggers.

His dick sticks up straight and he shifts me, lining perfectly with the tear in my pants and my pussy. He pulls me down on him, pushing on my shoulders to make sure he’s as far in as he can be.

He growls into my chest, flexing inside me, and my breath hitches.

My head goes to fall back but his hand moves, cupping the back of my neck to hold it up.

“Eyes. On... me,” he growls in my ear, a deep guttural moan following and my body quivers against him.

He kisses the hollow of my throat as his free hand grips my hip, showing me how he wants it. I grind into him, my ass playing like a swing, back and forth, back and forth and my legs start to shake.

He tears open my sweater and bites at the flesh of my breasts and I cry against him. His hand flies up to cover my mouth as his teeth clamp over me, tugging until I fall from my bra and he pulls my nipple into his mouth. Scraping his teeth back and forth in opposite directions and I start coming, forcing him still but he growls and knocks my hands away.

Both his hands find my hips now and I drop my face into his chest, squeezing my eyes shut as it becomes too much. I cover my own mouth to keep in my moans as he forces my orgasm longer while fighting for his own.

It only takes a few more seconds before his muscles grow rigid, and his hot cum fills me.

He reaches into my pants and pinches my clit, flexing inside me and I whimper, moving my mouth to his.

“Again,” he breathes against me and I meet his eyes. “Squeeze my dick, baby. Drive me crazy the way only you can.”

I barely register the sound of the vehicle doors opening and closing, but the second they do, Maddoc is no longer fighting for quiet.

He groans loudly, rips my shirt off the rest of the way and lays himself flat across the seat, his knees coming up to rest against my back as I still straddle him.

I drop against them and roll my hips, pushing my ass into him, forcing his dick to angle inside me.

My head falls back onto his knees and he lets me this time.

My moans blend with the music and he’s right there with me.

When I peek at him, I find his eyes closed just the same, so I close mine again.

We fuck each other with no touches and no words, both completely lost in the fucking feeling of him inside me, stretching me. Filling me.

We come for the second time, and I collapse forward against his chest. He pushes my hair from my face and turns my head so he can run his lips over mine.

“I wanna give you what you need,” he whispers. “I’m keeping you.”

That’s the last thing I hear before my eyes close and sleep takes over.

When me and Maddoc woke in the middle of the night, we found we were parked outside the party pad, so we snuck in, me with his sweater pulled over my head since he shredded the shit out of my clothes. We quickly passed out in his designated room upstairs.

Thankfully, he was able to grab me some of Royce’s old sweats that had a tie string and a random T-shirt of his to throw on before we went downstairs to eat with everyone that was allowed to stay over after their little kick back they apparently had last night.

In the kitchen, Cap has some girl on his jock, who insisted on helping him cook and Royce has a straggler in his lap. I know she wasn’t here for him last night, because Maddoc said he was in bed alone when he slipped in there to get me clothes.

I can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of all this.

All this time I’ve been with them, they’ve been extra on edge or something, always trippin’ on where I was and what I was doing. Things have been tense for them lately.

This scene though, it’s like they’ve jumped back into the roles they filled before me, their minds at total ease while they just let loose and flip off the world in typical Brayshaw fashion – free, horny ass boys.

Well, at least Royce, whose hand keeps mysteriously disappearing under the table.

The girl is feeding him, but every few bites she pauses and starts shaking, her lips clamped shut. After the fourth or fifth time, I laugh, and his eyes bounce to mine.