Liar (Madison Kate #2)(27)

"Are you sure?" he asked me with total seriousness. "Because I was kinda hoping for a more enthusiastic response. I just composed a classical piano piece for you, Hellcat. Damn."

I rolled my eyes but gave him what he was so clearly begging for. I kissed him with all the emotions that his music had filled me with, climbing into his lap as our kiss deepened.

His arms circled my waist, holding me tight against his body as I took my time playing with his tongue stud, then sucking on his lower lip.

"That's more like what I was aiming for," he murmured when I started trailing kisses along his jaw to his neck. I owed him some marks from the last time we'd been in bed together...

A knock on his door made me pause, and he groaned into my hair.

"Go away!" he called out to whoever was interrupting us. "I'm sleeping!"

"No you're not," Kody called back. "I just heard you playing." There was a pause, and then... "Do you have a girl in there with you?"

I froze. Steele froze. The door handle started to turn.

"Fuck," Steele hissed, tossing me off his lap and bolting across the room just in time to slam into the door before it opened more than a crack. "Kody, fuck off!"

"What the hell?" Kody sounded like he was laughing. "Dude, you totally have a chick in there." There was a pause as Steele flipped his lock and leaned on the door. "Kind of a dick move, bro. I thought you were really into MK. "

Steele shot me a pained look, then scowled at the door. "What? I am. Kody, seriously. Fuck off."

"Okay, geez. I'm just saying, if you really cared about MK, you wouldn't be messing around with another chick." Kody sounded all kinds of disapproving, and it made my heart all warm and fluttery. "You're going to have to tell her, you know."

Steele rolled his eyes like he was in pain but left the door—once he’d double-checked the lock—and came back over to join me in his bed. "Yep, I've got it handled, Kody. Thanks for your concern."

"I'm not concerned, you dick," Kody shot back. "I just want to watch her punch you in the fucking face for messing around on her. Violent MK turns me on."

I needed to clap a hand over my own mouth to stop from laughing out loud at that, and Steele gave me an incredulous look.

"You're an asshole, Kody," he shouted back to his friend. "Now fuck off unless you want to hear more than you bargained for at this time of the morning." He kept his gaze locked on mine as he said this, and his eyes sparkled with invitation.

I raised my brows, tilting my head to the side and silently accepting. I mean... a girl had needs, after all. And Kody already thought Steele was with a girl, so I didn't even need to be quiet. Right?

Right. Flimsy logic was good enough for me.





11





When no response came from the other side of Steele's bedroom door, I glanced over at it, then back to Steele.

"Do you think he's gone?" I whispered with a mischievous smirk.

Steele's brows raised, his piercing catching the light. "Do we care? Door’s locked."

I grinned in response, and that was all the confirmation he needed. His lips met mine again in a heated, open-mouthed kiss that made me squirm with desire underneath him. I wriggled around until my legs were wrapped around his waist, crushing his hard length against my aching core so I could grind on him.

"We don't have long," he breathed in my ear, his warm hands slipping under his loose hoodie that I still wore and finding the hem of my sleeping tank.

I groaned as his palms found my breasts and thanked the stars I'd been too lazy to put a bra on before going downstairs this morning. "How come? It's not like we have a big family Thanksgiving dinner to prepare for."

Steele didn't reply immediately, and I arched under him, hungry for more of what he was doing to me. My fingers tangled in his T-shirt, then stripped it over his head and tossed it aside to reveal his smooth, tattooed chest. All the boys had incredible ink... something that drove me a bit weak with arousal.

"We have a trip today," Steele admitted, sitting back on his heels to unzip his hoodie from me, and I shifted just long enough to take it off, along with my tank top. That left me in just a small pair of shorts and him in sweatpants.

He paused a moment, stroking his fingertips over the scar on my abdomen before dipping his head to place a light kiss on the raised flesh.

I wrinkled my nose, curious about this mysterious trip but not enough to stop what we were doing. "A trip? Where to?"

But his attention had shifted to my breasts, and when his tongue started toying with my hardened nipple, flicking it with his piercing, then sucking and biting... yeah, fuck chatting. We could discuss it after orgasms.

Clearly, he thought the same thing, shuffling back down the bed and hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. He dragged them down my legs, then cocked that pierced brow at me.

"No underwear, Hellcat?"

I smirked. "You're a bad influence on me, Max Steele."

He grinned. "Some might say I'm the very best influence." Then he settled back on the bed with his shoulders between my spread thighs.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers stroked down my pussy, his warm breath feathering my sensitive flesh and teasing me. My hands came to his head, encouraging as my nails scratched over his buzzed-short brown hair.