Liar (Madison Kate #2)(52)

I expected him to make a scene. To yell at us and get all fired up with piss and vinegar and ultimately cheat me of what was promising to be a glorious climax. But he surprised me, for once.

He didn't shout and scream. He didn't throw insults. He just stood there, transfixed.

"Shit," Kody cursed, clearly seeing Archer as well. "Fuck right off, dude," he snapped with pure venom.

Archer's gaze snapped up from me to his friend, and his scowl darkened. But he didn't argue, just stalked across the kitchen to grab his protein powder and shaker.

Kody paused, looking down at me with a pained expression. He was balls deep in me, with his hands pinning my legs open and my breasts on full display, but the message in his eyes was clear.

Fuck that, though.

"Don't you dare stop," I ordered him with a clear threat in my tone.

Kody huffed a short laugh, almost disbelieving, but started moving again. He was going slower, though, grinding into me with torturous thrusts that scraped across my G-spot and left me whimpering for more.

Archer's eyes were on me. I could feel them like a physical touch as he raked his gaze all over my naked body, yet I wasn't running and hiding. Damn my messed-up, bad-boy complex, I liked him watching. Watching and knowing I was never, ever, not until hell froze over, going to ride his cock like this.

I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes across the kitchen and licking my lips. Yep. I was that level of fucked up.

His ice-blue eyes flared with heat, then his brow creased with anger. Somehow, he knew exactly what message I was sending, and it pissed him right the fuck off.

He slammed his protein shaker back onto the counter and stalked out of the kitchen the way he'd come, fading back into the shadows of the corridor to the gym, and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my throat.

"I don't know whether I'm more pissed off that I lost your undivided attention for a moment there," Kody commented in a husky, sex-filled voice as his hand shifted from my thigh to my cunt, found my clit, and circled it with his index finger, "or turned the fuck on that you like to be watched. Or both."

I gave him a small shrug, wetting my lips again. All the panting and moaning was drying my mouth out something fierce. "Dealer’s choice," I replied, somewhat out of breath, "but if you settle on pissed off, can you do it after I come? 'Cause I'm right fucking there, Kody."

He let out a feral sort of growl and picked up his pace. "Well, then fucking hell, babe. Do it. I want to feel you coming on my cock so hard you see stars." To drive his point home, he flicked my clit and thrust deep inside me, and I was a goner.

Screaming my release, I tossed my head back and arched my spine, thrashing and writhing on his dick as my cunt pulsed with each wave of pleasure.

Kody cursed and leaned over me, his hand braced against the marble as he finished a few moments later, his dick twitching and pulsing inside me as I shuddered through the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

For a second, neither of us moved and the only sound in the kitchen was the harmony of our ragged breathing. Then Kody raised his head and blinked at me a couple of times.

"You still angry at me, babe?"

I narrowed my eyes, which was the best I could do while all my bones were still jelly. "Furious," I replied honestly.

Kody's lips twitched in a smile. "Good." He stood up with a groan, stepping out from between my legs and deftly disposing of the used condom.

"Good?" I repeated as I sat up with maximum effort and eyed him suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?"

"Because I am," he replied, then grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. "I want to drag a few more orgasms out of you while that rage is still burning hot. After all, you did tell me to bring my A game."

I shrieked a half-assed protest, but he shut me up with a slap to my bare ass. And not a playful one, either. A full-palmed, stinging slap that made me groan and squirm in his grip as he carried me upstairs. Something he didn't fail to notice, either.

"Oh, babe. We need to fight more often," he commented with a snicker as he shoved his door open. After he entered the room with me still draped over his shoulder like a naked, soaking wet trophy, he toed the door closed and dropped me onto his bed. His mouth was on my cunt before the door even fully clicked shut.

This time when I came, my attention was all on Kody, rather than on the ice-blue eyes that had just watched me fall apart from the shadows.





20





Somehow, I slept. It wasn't long, maybe only half an hour, but thanks to my utter, bone-shaking exhaustion—courtesy of Kody seriously bringing his A game—that short nap was more restful than a whole night of restlessness.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, curled up in Kody's warmth while I ignored how badly he'd pissed me off. But I had exams to tank and reality to face.

Groaning and cursing, I dragged my ass out of Kody's bed and winced as I dragged one of his hoodies over my aching body. It was a delicious sort of ache, though, one that made me grin at the memory of how each pain had been earned. Angry fucking was a dangerous sport, but I'd happily wear the consequences.

Kody mumbled something into his pillow, then shifted his face slightly to the side and cracked an eyelid at me.

"What?" I asked, wrinkling my nose as I hunted for my panties, then remembered they were probably still in the kitchen.