Liar (Madison Kate #2)(73)

"It's not that bad," he commented, touching his fingers to the top of his shoulder where the worst scrapes were. "They'll heal up in no time."

I huffed, looking around his room for something to clean it up with. There was a box of tissues on his nightstand, so I grabbed one of those and dabbed at the blood. He was right; it really wasn't that bad, not even needing any dressing, but still.

"Maybe refrain from playing bodyguard until this heals up properly?" I suggested, annoyed, worried, and a bit sick with guilt. If not for me, would he be getting hurt like this? I guessed I didn't know. I knew nothing about what their lives had been like before me. They were clearly mixed up in some dangerous shit, that was for sure.

Steele gently took my wrist in his hand, removing the tissue from my fingers and tossing it into his wastebasket. "Stop fussing, Hellcat. I'm fine. A few superficial scrapes are hardly the worst I've dealt with."

That only made me frown harder. "So you've said before, which only makes me want to know who hurt you in the past."

He released my hand, then stroked his fingers through my hair, following it down my back until he found the zipper of my dress... which he dragged down. "Why would you want to know, gorgeous? The past is the past. I, personally, am living for the here and now." His palms smoothed over my shoulders, pushing the straps of my dress off and causing the heavy, beaded fabric to puddle at my feet.

"So I can hunt them down and stab them in the fucking eyes for you," I replied with a ruthless smile. I was only half-joking, but Steele gave a short laugh.

He gave me a gentle push, making me sit down on his bed, and then knelt in front of me, sliding his palms up my stocking-clad thighs. "Bloodthirsty is such a sexy look on you, Hellcat," he murmured, his fingers deftly unhooking my garters and freeing Archer's folded blade from where I'd stashed it. "But what makes you think I let them live?"

I sucked in a breath, the feral, dangerous look in his gray eyes making my heart rate spike. Max Steele was the biggest fucking contradiction, and I loved every damn element of his complicated personality.

"As sexy as the stockings are," he commented, rolling the silky fabric down my leg and tossing it aside, "I need to remind myself what every damn inch of you feels like."

My suspender belt, strapless bra, and panties all quickly followed the stockings, and I found myself stretched out naked on Steele's bed with his mouth—and that tongue stud—showing me exactly what I'd been missing out on in the past week.

I let out a needy whimper as his piercing flicked my clit, and the fucker laughed into my pussy. I shifted my hands to his head, silently cursing him for having such short hair that I couldn't yank on it, but dug my nails in enough to show him I meant business.

Not that he needed the extra encouragement. He was already working me up into a frenzy, so much so that when he slid his long index finger into my cunt, I almost didn't hear the door open.

Almost.

"You asshole," Kody declared, kicking the door shut again and leaning his back against it with his arms folded. I was directly facing the door, so it only took a slight head raise to meet his blazing green gaze across the room.

Steele barely paid him any attention, though. His lips left my pussy only for a second. "Fuck off, Kody," he replied, sliding a second finger into me and making my eyes roll back in my head for a moment. "We're busy."

"Total dick move, Steele," Kody growled. "I'm going to castrate Arch for this."

I got a hold of myself enough that I could meet Kody's gaze again, and a sly smile crept across my lips. What could I say? The idea of castrating Archer got me hot.

"Then again, maybe MK doesn't want me to fuck off," Kody added in a thoughtful voice, his eyes holding mine with both question and promise. I licked my lips, my breath short enough to make me dizzy.

Steele paused, peering up at me with curious eyes. "Really?" He smirked, his pierced brow twitching up in a question he already knew the answer to. "Lock the fucking door, Kody."

"Fuck, yes!" Kody grinned.

The lock on Steele's bedroom door clicked shut, and I bit my lip with excitement as Kody stripped his shirt off with one hand. No joke, I thought that was a move only strippers knew how to execute, but apparently Kody was multitalented.

He kicked his shoes off while Steele dove back between my legs, and by the time Kody crawled onto the bed in nothing but his black boxer briefs, I was a writhing mess, gripping onto Steele's head as he teased me on the edge of orgasm.

Kody lay on the bed beside me, stroking his fingers through my hair, then turned my face to his in a demanding gesture. His mouth claimed mine, kissing me harder than Steele was tonguing my cunt, and I was a fucking goner. I came, moaning into Kody's kiss as my thighs tightened around Steele's head, totally forgetting about the injuries on his shoulder for a second.

"Fuck, sorry," I gasped when my orgasm started to subside and I’d regained a fraction of my senses again. Steele kissed the inside of my thigh, subtly wiping his face off before making his way up my body to lay on my other side.

He smirked one of those satisfied, totally male kind of smiles as his fingers caressed my belly, stroking over my scar. "Don't apologize to me," he replied, licking his lips. "That was hot as fuck."

As evidenced by the way his pants were straining across the crotch.