MADversary (16 page)

Chapter Nineteen

“S
ERIOUSLY
?”
  M
EGAN LOOKED
over at Lisa.  Lisa, for a change, wasn’t completely immersed in Randy and looked over at her.

“Oh, my God.
  What does that skank want?  She was yapping at you during the concert, right?”

Megan nodded. 
“Yeah.
  She seems pretty messed up.”

Lisa raised her eyebrow as Megan felt a bony tap on her shoulder.  She didn’t have to say a word for Megan to know
Lisa
had her back.  “Have you had a chance to think about what I told you?”

Megan felt herself growing angry.  Why did Tamara feel the need to burden Megan with something she should be taking up with Tyler?  “What do you expect me to do with it?”

Tamara acted taken aback.  “I’m just trying to protect you, Megan.”

Megan let out a sigh.  “I don’t need protection, Tamara.  I know how to take care of myself.”  She didn’t care what that statement implied.  If Tamara felt it was a reflection upon her own
lack of self-preservation, so be it.

Lisa stepped forward.  “Look.  We’re trying to have some fun here.  Why don’t you beat it?”

Tamara’s smile was fake and sick looking.  “Lisa French.  What a pleasant surprise.”

Lisa scowled.  “You’re not
gonna
think so in a few minutes.  Why’d you even come here if you don’t want to have fun and enjoy yourself?”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Well, go enjoy yourself with other people.  You’ve worn out your welcome here.”

Tamara scoffed but started to back up. 
“Bitch.”
 
She opened her mouth, closed it,
then
opened it again.  “Just for your information, Tyler was fucking me while he was fucking you.”  She turned around
and walked away.

Megan raised her eyebrows but couldn’t find any words. 
Lisa asked, “
W
hat the hell is up with her?”

Megan was still trying to decide what to do with the woman’s information.  “I’m not sure.  It has to do with Tyler.”
  She didn’t know that she believed any of what Tamara said, but she wouldn’t feel better until she talked with Tyler about it.

“Of course.
  She never
did
get over him, did she?”

Megan couldn’t hold that again
st
Tamara, because she
’d
never got
ten
over the man either.

* * *

As soon as the DJ started playing music, Lisa and Randy hit the dance floor.  Megan noticed the band’s instruments and equipment on the side of the stage.  They hadn’t taken
their stuff
out of the gym yet, but the band members were talking with lots of Megan’s classmates and even signing autographs.  It might take them a while to get their equipment out of the gym and loaded up, and they had apparently realized that.

Meanwhile, she was struggling with the information Tamara had given her.  She couldn’t decide if
she believed
it was true or not and didn’t know if she should ask Tyler about it or just let it go.  She didn’t want to believe it was
real
, and most of her didn’t believe it.  Only a tiny part of her thought the crazy woman might be telling her something
truthful
.

Megan wandered over to the refreshments table, trying to decide if she wanted either punch or if she wanted to skip
a drink
altogether.  Before she could make up her mind, Tyler appeared
beside her
, once again fully clothed
.  “Shit.  I think I
have
now officially touched base with everyone attending this reunion.”

Megan smiled.  “Well, I guess that’s what happens when you’re put on display.”

He snickered and looked around.  “It’s noisy here.  What do you say we find someplace quiet to talk?”

The look in his eyes said he didn’t want to do much talking, and just seeing that hunger reminded Megan of the voracious thoughts she’d been having about him earlier at the foot of the stage.  Tamara’s
earlier
words slipped out of her mind as she nodded, feeling helpless to resist him.

He grabbed her hand and grinned, looking around.  “Guess we could go outside, but there are tons of people out there too.”  His eyes scanned the room, eyeing the exits.  Megan knew he was
trying to remember
what was behind each door.  His eyes stopped halfway down the row of bleachers behind the makeshift stage where the DJ was now playing music.  He started walking, Megan in tow.

They walked through a gap between the bleachers where the door to the boys’ locker room was.  Or, at least, Megan knew it had been the boys’ locker room ten years ago.  In the dim light of the gym posing as dance floor, she was barely able to make out that the sign still advised it belonged to the boys.
  Tyler pushed on the door and it opened. 
“Pay dirt.”

It was dark inside. 
“Anybody in here?”
  He paused,
then
walked through the door.  Megan, still holding his hand, followed.  He turned the light on and placed his finger over his mouth, urging Megan to keep quiet.  He listened for several seconds,
then
said, “I think the coast is clear.”  He grinned at her again.  “Would it freak you out if I turned the lights back off?  I don’t want to attract people here.  If they see the light shining under the door—”

Megan turned around and turned off the light switch herself. 
It grew dark and her eyes had to adjust.  She could see some tiny portion of light deeper inside the locker room, but she couldn’t make out much of anything.  As they walked farther in, Tyler leading, she could see the light came from inside a windowed office area, but it wasn’t until she passed it that she could tell what the dim light was.  There were a digital clock and a power strip inside the office.  Neither was able to light up much around it, but together they served as a beacon, so Megan didn’t feel quite so lost in the sea of darkness.

Tyler must have spent many hours in the locker room in high school, because he managed to make his way through smoothly, without bumping his legs and arms or running into anything.  His pace was deliberate and he seemed to have a goal in mind.  Megan hadn’t been in the girls’ locker room since her sophomore year in high school, so she wouldn’t have been able to find her way around that room as well as Tyler was the boys’ version, but she imagined the layout was similar, from what she remembered. 
T
hey approached the back area,
and if she was correct, they were near a bank of lockers that hugged the outer wall.

He turned around and she could sense he was facing her.
  “I think we’re alone in here.”

Megan nodded,
then
realized he probably couldn’t see the gesture.  She whispered, “I think so
too
.”  And her body remembered what he’d done to her the night before, how he’d brought her to orgasm so easily, not once, but twice.  Her body hungered for that same touch and attention again.  She didn’t want him; she needed him.  She needed him to take her, take all of her, and if tonight was it, she’d be okay, but she had to have him one more time.
  But she was feeling feisty.  “I’m
just
wondering why you wanted to talk in a dark locker room where I can’t even see your face.”

Tyler chuckled.  “You figured me out.  I was
kinda
hopin
’ we could do a little more than talk.”

Megan touched his chest. 
“Me too.”

“God, I’m glad you sa
id that.  I feel like we’re eigh
teen again, Meg.  I can’t get enough of you.
  Don’t get me wrong—I
do
want to
talk…
I just can’t concentrate enough to
do it
right now
.
”  He
leaned over and his lips touched
her cheek, quickly f
inding
their way to her lips.

His kiss was greedy and her body responded, ready to give him whatever he asked for.  Her hands were pressed up against his chest, but
they were
balled up into fists, wadding up the fabric of his t-shirt.  She started pushing it up, wanting to get it off him, and when he moved back so she could, she said, “I’ve wanted you since I saw you without this onstage.  That drove me crazy.”

A small laugh escaped his lips as he pulled the shirt over his head. 
“I’m all yours, babe.”

Her fingers had to do double duty, because she couldn’t see a thing.  The ambient light coming from the windowed office didn’t help them see
anything—no shadows, no outlines, nothing
.  So she moved her hands to his
pecs
, then up to his shoulders while she pressed her mouth against
his chest.  His skin was salty and firm
in her mouth
.  She moved to his right nipple and licked it.  The tip was rigid and unmoving
and grew harder as she flicked it with the soft flesh of her tongue.
  She didn’t know where his shirt ended up, but his hands were cupping and squeezing her ass, causing her pelvis to press up against his legs.

She felt desperate
, as though his hands and mouth on her weren’t enough, as though nothing he could ever do would satisfy her.  She wanted him to take all of her.  He pressed against her so that her back was shoved up against the cool
metal of a locker
.
  Her back wasn’t grinding into the door handle, and she thought it might have been because Tyler’s hand was there and he was able to maneuver her away.
  H
is body felt hot pressed up
against hers, so hot that the summer air felt inviting.  But hot was good.  When his lips bore down on hers, she drew on his tongue
but wanted
more.
  Then she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around him at her waist level as her hands moved their way behind his neck.

Tyler slid his hand from her right ass cheek down the length of
the
thigh
that was pressed against his side
.  Her dress had slid halfway up her leg, so
before
he reached her knee, he was touching her skin.
The touch of his fingers on her bare flesh made it tingle, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.  His lips moved from her mouth down her neck, and he started sliding his hand back up her thigh.  Once he reached the fabric of her dress, though, he slid his hand underneath, and she couldn’t help the gasp that flowed from her mouth in anticipation.

But he planned to take his time, intensifying her craving.  When his hand reached her panties, his fingers merely tickled the fabric where it dug into her skin.  His upper thigh was pressed against the
vee
of her legs, and it was then that she noticed how close she was to orgasm already.  Aside from the panties, he was already stimulating her just with the friction of his leg against her.  She drew a deep breath as her muscles tightened, eager and ready.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this hungry for a man, and she’d
even
begun to think sex had lost its fascination, but here she was, more desirous than she had been in years
and needing satisfaction
.  She couldn’t even recall feeling this much need for Tyler when they’d been together as young adults, and now she couldn’t imagine never being with him.

Had her mind continued down that path, she might not have been able to reach her sexual peak, but as though Tyler knew he had to step up the proceedings, he moved back a bit.  He slid his right hand underneath the panel of her panties and found that she was hot and dripping,
yearning for
his touch.  Her breath was ragged, and she felt her fingers begin to ball up into fists
again.  This time her right hand clutched a fistful of his hair, but her other hand merely grasped at his shoulder, grazing his flesh with her fingernails as though willing him to satisfy her.  “Fuck me, Tyler,” she growled, almost shocked at how violent her voice sounded to her ringing ears.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he said as his fingers at last made contact with her swollen, throbbing clit.  She inhaled a deep breath as his touch made her muscles tense up even more with the promise of release and satisfaction.  A small groan caught in her throat as her fingers dug into his shoulder once more.

“Oh, God…”

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, unable to say more as her breath caught in her throat again.

His fingers moved in
a
clockwise motion in the tiny space between their bodies.  It felt like he was hardly moving, but it was enough to bring her close, so close, and she yearned for release.  Instead, he kept his motion slow and methodical, making her gasp more until, at last, she felt her whole
body give
it up and she moaned in ecstasy.  She could hear the groans and utterances escape her lips, but she had no power to control them.