“Told you,” he says, just as the front door flies open.
Liam snatches me and pulls me in front of him like a privacy screen when two annoying Vincents walk in, both of them dripping water everywhere.
“What the hell?” Liam groans.
“What’s wrong, lover boy? The little guy cold or is he always so small?” Hale Vincent asks with a grin.
“Why are you walking around naked in front of us?” Killian asks, as though he’s genuinely confused.
“Because it’s my house. Usually people knock before they decide to burst in unannounced,” Liam tells them dryly.
“We’re just here for sweet provisions before we start on the water cannon. You helping us?” Hale asks, going to the fridge like he has the right, as Liam keeps me plastered in front of him.
“I don’t have any sweets,” Liam tells them, exasperated as Hale rifles through the fridge. “And it’s raining.”
Killian disappears into a room, then emerges with a drill and a saw…
“Where are all the sweets from the girls who want in your pants?” Hale asks.
“I just told you there aren’t any. Haven’t been for weeks. In case you’ve forgotten, I have a girlfriend now, and she scares other girls away. And it’s still raining.”
I’m not sure why I get butterflies when he tells them I’m his girlfriend, but I do. I also mentally pick out pretty butterflies that would look good under his name for my boob tattoo.
I might need someone to slap me. Lilah would definitely oblige.
“We need to stage a breakup. That would definitely get the sweets back. Remember all those girls bringing Benson sweets when they thought he and Lilah broke up?” Killian goes on.
“We’re not staging a breakup,” Liam says without hesitation.
“You two, out. Now. We’re about to have sex and stuff,” I announce, moving toward them like I’m going to shoo them off, but Liam snatches me at the waist and drags me back.
Oh, right. He’s still very naked, and I’m the only thing hiding all the stuff he doesn’t want dangling for the world to see.
“Guess he’s a grower instead of a shower,” Hale says as he looks over to Killian.
“Why are you two installing the water cannon in the rain?” Liam asks, trying to redirect their attention most likely.
“Because what else are we going to do when it’s raining?” Killian asks, eyebrow arched in question.
“Any time it rains we shut off all the electronics in case of electrocution. It happens more than you’d think,” Hale tells us.
These two…
Killian tries to cover a grin, and I realize they’re deliberately cock-blocking right now.
I reach over and grab an apple before launching it right at Killian Vincent’s head. He catches it without even looking, and his grin finally spreads as he laughs and heads out, eating the damn apple like I gifted it to him.
Hale flips us off with both hands while walking out, and Liam grins like he finds them amusing.
He stops laughing when I start stripping. It feels good when he watches me the way I watch him. As though he can’t get enough either.
It’s something I’ve only ever experienced with him.
I’m usually the perfect rebound girl. Seems my enthusiasm boosts egos, but they’d rather be with the super hot chick all the other guys wanted but couldn’t have.
His eyes bounce up, and slow smile curves his lips as he backs up and locks the living room door.
As I peel off my shorts and underwear, I back up and lock the door in the kitchen.
We meet in the middle, just the small build up causing us to pretty much crash into each other instead of doing anything graceful.
We’re not going to survive our “honeymoon” phase if it continues to stay like this.
He lifts me, and my legs wind around his waist, causing my breath to hitch at the feel of so much skin touching.
He kisses me harder before putting me on the dining room table.
I fall back as his head immediately goes between my legs, and like the talented devil he is, he has me on the edge in no time at all. Liam would be even richer if he showed all men how to do this the right way.
My fingers twist in his hair as my back arches, and I…call him a string of really terrible names when he leaves me on the brink, raising up so fast I don’t have time to shove him back where I want him.
But then his mouth is on mine, and my fingers tighten in his hair as he thrusts inside me, one of his hands finding my deserted clit, and pushing me over that edge with him inside me.
I almost bite his lip, but manage to break the kiss in time, as my body violently shudders. His hips move like he’s on a mission, his breaths teasingly raking over my neck as his lips drag up the sensitive column of my throat.