Liar (Madison Kate #2)(51)

"Condom?" I asked with an annoyed sigh. I loved a good, spontaneous hate fuck on the kitchen island as much as the next girl, but goddamn I did not want to risk an STD. Not when I had no idea where Kody'd been sticking his dick, and I seriously doubted he had a convenient copy of his clean records tucked into his pants. Pregnancy wasn't a concern, thanks to my IUD. Not to mention the damage done by my recent stabbing.

I expected Kody to suggest we relocate upstairs. Or even try to convince me that he was a squeaky clean choir boy. But nope.

"I got you, babe," he muttered, pulling back from me just long enough to pull open the drawer below the cutlery. Sure enough, he popped back up with a foil-wrapped condom between his fingers and a smug-as-shit grin on his face.

I stared at the condom in disbelief, then at the drawer he'd grabbed it from, then back at Kody. "You're disgusting," I told him.

He just shrugged. "So?" He pushed his sweatpants down, kicking them aside and leaving him in just boxer briefs. His hands came to the waistband of my panties, and then they were gone, too. "Apparently disgusting and infuriating turns you on, MK." He demonstrated that observation by swiping his fingers down my pussy and sliding his index finger into my wet heat.

I wanted to shut him down and deny it, but my body was doing all the talking. I was powerless to do anything except moan and writhe on his fingers, silently begging for more. When he didn't immediately deliver, I got impatient.

"Kody," I growled, "seriously. The window of opportunity is closing. Fuck me now or never because I'm about three seconds away from remembering how furious I am at you and leaving you high and dry."

He scoffed a laugh, but still pushed his boxers down and kicked them aside with his pants. I drooled a little at the sight of him fully erect; I wasn't even going to lie to myself and pretend I didn't. Holy hell. That tease I'd gotten the first day I got back, when I walked in on him naked, was nothing more than that. A tease. The real deal? Better than I'd imagined. Because I had imagined it, several times.

"Well," he murmured as he rolled the condom down his considerable length, and I tried to close my unhinged jaw, "that would only make one of us. Dry, I mean."

He teased me, rubbing his tip down the length of my decidedly not dry pussy until I growled with frustration and grabbed him.

"Kodiak, I'm not in the fucking mood for games. You're either sticking this in me, or I'm going back upstairs to finish myself off. Make a decision. Quickly."

He didn't need to be told again. In roughly a nanosecond, he thrust into me, and I gasped at the slight sting of his girth. I wanted to smack the cocky smirk off his face as he pulled out and pumped back in, hitting me deeper this time. But I also desperately wanted him to fuck the daylights out of me.

"Kody," I moaned, and he pushed into me for a third time, finally making it all the way inside and pausing a second.

He huffed a satisfied laugh against my neck as he trailed hot kisses along my skin. "Is that what you wanted, beautiful?"

"More," I moaned. "Fuck me hard, Kodiak Jones."

"As if I could deny you anything you wanted, Madison Kate," he murmured back, his voice dropping the arrogant amusement for a second. "Especially when you ask so nicely." There it was, back again.

I was past caring, though. All I wanted, all I could focus on, was chasing down that orgasm by way of Kody's huge, rock-hard cock buried inside my cunt.

He did as he was told, though, and braced his hands on my waist while he started to move, fucking me hard enough I had to hold onto his neck. Otherwise, I might have ended up halfway across the damn countertop.

"Holy shit, MK," he gasped against my lips after I kissed him again, all rough and savage. "Holy fucking shit. You feel so good. So damn tight." He thrust into me a couple more times, groaning as he demonstrated his own point.

I was past the point of coherent speech, though. The level of head-spinning, sweat-dripping arousal I was at, I feared all my words would come out in a slurred mess like I'd just downed a gallon of vodka. Instead, I just arched my back and bucked my hips into his, encouraging him to hit me at a different angle.

I was so close. So fucking close.

"Lean back," Kody told me, pushing a less-than-gentle hand in the center of my chest. I obliged, though, hissing when the cold marble touched my bare back. It was a necessary evil, though, and one I was quickly rewarded for. With my back flat on the counter top, Kody hooked his hands under my thighs, hauling me closer to him and slamming his dick even deeper than he'd been before.

I cried out, but he was just getting started. His strong grip spread me wide and held me firm as he pounded into my cunt exactly like I'd been wanting. Holy, ever-loving fuck, yes! His cock was hitting me in exactly the right spot, and my breathing spiked sharply as my orgasm built like a tsunami.

My back arched, and I rolled my head back on the counter, feeling my hair spilling around me like some kind of gloriously pornographic mermaid. Then something caught my eye.

A flicker of movement. A shadow out of place.

For a split second, my heart seized with panic, convinced it was my stalker watching from the darkness of the corridor. But then the figure shifted further into the light of the kitchen, and my heart thumped back to life. Harder, even, than it had been before.

And so it should. The raw shock on Archer's handsome face was better than I could have hoped for.