Liar madison kate 2, p.9
LIAR: MADISON KATE #2, page 9
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.
"I've been dreaming about doing this for weeks," Steele confessed, dipping his face down and licking me ever so lightly. Fucking cunt-tease. "I could have killed Arch for pulling me out of your bed that night."
That night. The one that'd I'd made out with all three of them—individually—then witnessed them beat the crap out of a gangster.
"Is it what you think about in the shower?" I teased him with a small bubble of amusement in my hushed, lust-filled voice.
Steele hummed a sound of agreement, licking me with more determination and using his fingers to spread me open for his mouth. The way he used his tongue stud over my clit... pure fucking heaven.
"I think about all kinds of things in the shower," he murmured after a long torture session that had me writhing and whimpering, grinding against his face and begging for more. "I've even thought about sneaking into your bathroom and stealing your body wash."
A laugh escaped me at that suggestion, but it quickly faded into panting moans when Steele slid two fingers into me and latched back onto my clit with his mouth. Shuddering waves of pleasure rolled through me, and my toes dug into his mattress as my hips moved and my orgasm built sharply.
He added a third finger and fucked me hard with his hand while he showed me exactly what that tongue piercing was good for. At the last second, I grabbed his pillow and crushed it to my own face, muffling my screams as I crashed through my climax and Steele continued eating me out like... well... like his favorite food on Earth.
"Holy shit," I exclaimed when my orgasm started to fade and I could safely remove my self-imposed gag. "Fuck, Steele. Please tell me you have condoms? I need to feel you inside me."
He made a self-satisfied sound, leaving my cunt with one last kiss and rising up on his knees. Leaning over me, he reached for his bedside table, sweeping a stack of music sheets onto the floor, but I was impatient and greedy as fuck. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and dragged them down, freeing his huge erection, slick with fluid already.
Excitement bubbled through me, and my hypersensitive cunt pulsed with need. That first orgasm had been great, no fucking questioning it. But I just knew the next one was going to be even more mind-blowing... I wrapped my hand around his length, giving him a few firm strokes as he located a condom and sat back on his heels to tear it open.
A knock sounded on his door as he rolled the condom down his shaft, and I gave him a small brow raise. He shook his head, though, and hooked his hands under my thighs, hauling me closer and lining himself up with my soaking core.
"Ignore him," he muttered, pushing inside me with a sharp exhale. I moaned at the sudden movement, arching my back and reveling in the delicious feeling of having him fully seated inside me. As wet as I was from him going down on me, there was no discomfort, just sheer, blinding satisfaction.
The knock came again, accompanied by Archer's voice. "Steele, get up. We leave in fifteen."
Steele breathed a curse, but he didn't make any moves to stop. Instead, he leaned forward, bracing his arms to either side of my head as his hips pumped, fucking me slowly but so fucking hard I was seeing stars.
"Steele," Archer barked, "You hear me?" The doorknob rattled, and I tensed before remembering it was locked.
"Seriously," Steele muttered, his voice husky and dripping with arousal. "Ignore him."
I grinned up at him. "Fine by me." I reached up, linking my arms around his neck and tilting my hips in a way that allowed him deeper access to my throbbing, needy cunt.
"Steele!" Archer snapped again.
"I heard you!" he shouted back. "Just give me a minute!"
That seemed to satisfy Archer because no more obnoxious knocking came, and I grinned into Steele's hot, desperate kiss.
"A minute, huh?" I teased him, even as I already sensed my climax creeping up.
He gave me a devilish grin back. "Or more..."
My hands on the back of his neck, I brought his face to mine. I kissed him long and hard, tasting the residue of my own arousal on his lips and groaning when his pelvis ground down on my clit.
Another knock on the door, and Steele let out a frustrated sigh. "Are they fucking serious right now?"
I snickered a laugh. "They know you've got a girl in here, so yeah. Probably deliberately trying to mess up your game."
Steele grunted his agreement. "Too bad they're way off the mark, Hellcat."
"Steele, MK is missing," Kody yelled through the door. "Hurry up and blow your load; we need to look for her!"
Okay, that made me pause.
Steele breathed another curse, giving me a pained look.
I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do.
"How fast can you finish?" I whispered with an edge of evil in my tone. There was no way in hell I was leaving his room without finishing us both off. Even if that meant Kody worked out who Steele's mystery girl really was.
Steele grinned, then grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over with a swift, fluid movement. His cock was back inside me before I even got my hands and knees braced on the bed, and he was moving again before replying to Kody.
"Coming!" he shouted back to his friend, then tightened his grip on my hips. "But not before you do," he whispered to me with dark promise.
My pussy clenched around him, loving the new angle, and he started fucking me hard enough to slam the whole bed frame against the wall.
"Come for me, Hellcat," he grunted, his fingertips biting into the flesh of my ass.
Panting moans poured out of me, but I was so close. So fucking close. Steele's open palm cracked against my ass cheek, and that was it. I didn't even try to muffle my cries as I came hard, backing up on his cock to force him into joining me.
He slammed into me three or four times, hard, grunting his release as I clawed at the sheets and writhed under his possessive, dominating grip.
We both collapsed in a boneless heap, his solid weight on top of me, and I could have happily stayed exactly like that for days. Except for the annoying knocking on the goddamn door.
"Fuck, okay!" Steele shouted. "Calm your tits, Kody. I'm sure she's just downstairs getting coffee." He shot me a curious look as he rolled off me, and I propped my head up with my hand. "Unless she's in my room?" he whispered, "Naked and freshly fucked and looking more gorgeous than I've ever seen her?"
I smiled, blushing, but shook my head. I'd deal with Kody in my own time. I didn't need him knowing what Steele and I had spent our morning doing. I owed none of them any promises of monogamy, and I sure as shit didn't owe them honesty when they lied to me every damn day.
"She's not," Kody yelled back. "Can you just hurry up? I'm really worried. It's snowing and she hasn't taken her warm coat."
Steele ran a hand over his close-cropped hair and sighed before climbing out of bed. He disposed of the used condom in his trash can, overflowing with screwed-up paper, then went to the door fully naked.
Panicked, I threw the sheet over myself but couldn't help peeking. In fairness, Steele only opened the door an inch and, even then, blocked the room with his body. His gorgeous, naked body. Clearly the boys had no qualms about seeing each other naked. A fact I'd file away for later.
"Dude, seriously?" Kody sounded disgusted. Not about seeing his friend's dick—and there was no way he’d missed it—but more about the whole just-fucked-someone look Steele was rocking. Or so it seemed to me. "You're unbelievable. MK is never going to forgive you when she hears about this. What the fuck happened to all that shit you told me the other day?"
"Bro, let it drop," Steele snapped. "I'll be out in five minutes. Go and check the gym or something. She’s started going down there to work out when she can't sleep." I tensed. How the fuck had he known that? Not that I'd been doing it a lot... but sometimes when the nightmares were particularly bad, I'd found it useful to just run it off.
"I know that," Kody growled, "but she does that way before dawn."
Steele gave a shrug. "It's the holidays. Maybe she slept in."
Kody made another angry sound but stomped away, and Steele carefully closed the door once more.
"Better be quick," he said when I tossed the sheet back once more. "Go jump in your shower or something before he comes back up."
There was no time to argue or question how the fuck they knew what I'd been doing in the middle of the night, so I quickly pulled my pajamas back on and dashed across the corridor to my own bedroom. Not before Steele grabbed me for one last lingering kiss, though.
Inside my own bathroom, I cranked the water and stripped down in front of the mirror. My lips were red and puffy from Steele's kisses, and there was a definite pinkness to my left butt cheek. I loved it.
Grinning to myself, I stepped under the spray and soaked my hair thoroughly. I'd just lathered shampoo into my long, pink tresses when I heard my bedroom door open, and angry, arguing voices traveled through to me.
"...see?" I heard Steele say in a mocking way. "Did you even check her bathroom? Fucking hell, bro. Wake up."
"Wait, what?" Kody sounded next-level confused, and a stab of guilt hit me. Maybe I should have just come clean about the fact that I'd spent the morning in Steele's bed. But then... no. Kody needed to earn my trust back. Archer needed to earn it full stop. Until they started sharing, I'd be keeping my cards close to my chest.
"I was sure she wasn't in there," I faintly heard Kody say. "Sorry, dude. I was just... I dunno. I came in to wake her up and she wasn't here and I freaked out. I thought she'd finally run away."
There was a pause, and I thought maybe they'd left my bedroom. But then...
"Even if she did, we'd find her," Archer remarked in a gruff voice. I startled; I hadn't known he was out there with the other guys. "I made sure of that."
Their voices grew quieter, and I was unable to make out Kody’s and Steele's responses, but the damage was done. I finished my shower with a sick feeling in my stomach, turning Archer's words over in my mind.
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I'd only drawn one logical conclusion.
Those fuckers had planted a tracker on me somehow.
12
Archer had told Steele they wanted to leave in fifteen... and it'd been way longer than that by the time I’d made it back to my room and finished my shower. Nonetheless, I made sure to take as long as possible getting myself dressed, even stopping every now and then to randomly scroll social media and watch stupid home-hairdressing videos.
By the time I emerged from my bedroom, I'd made up my mind.
Archer D'Ath was full of shit.
He'd known I could hear them talking in my bedroom. He hadn't made any attempt to lower his voice. He’d wanted me to hear him, meaning there was a pretty good chance there was no tracking device at all and he just wanted me to be paranoid.
Sneaky motherfucker.
Coming into the kitchen I found the three of them sitting around the island with the remains of a pancake breakfast on the plates in front of them. All three sets of eyes seemed to follow me like laser-beams as I grabbed out a coffee mug and set about making coffee—again.
"I thought you were going somewhere today?" I asked, breaking the awkward-as-fuck silence that seemed to be clogging the air of the kitchen. "I was quite looking forward to a nice, peaceful Thanksgiving with just the staff."
"We are going somewhere today, yes," Archer replied, sipping his pitch-black coffee sludge like he actually enjoyed it. "But how did you know that?"
My shoulders tensed. "I heard Kody yelling about it outside my room earlier," I half-lied. "It's what woke me up, you asshole." I glared at Kody, and he just stared back at me with narrowed eyes. He was far too intuitive for my liking.
"Here, I saved you some breakfast," Steele told me, pushing across a plate wrapped in foil. "Arch wants to hit the road ASAP, so eat fast."
"Hit the road to where?" I asked, peeling the foil back and finding a short stack of pancakes. My stomach rumbled as I grabbed the maple syrup and drowned the whole pile.
"It's a surprise," Archer replied in a dry tone. It sounded less like a surprise and more like a power trip. Well, lucky for him, two orgasms before breakfast put me in a pretty chilled mood, so I just shrugged and started on my food.
Kody cleared his throat, and I looked up at him. Except he was glaring at Steele.
"Steele," he muttered, and there was a solid sound like he'd just kicked him. "You got something to tell MK this morning?"
"Uh..." Steele shot a look to me, and I kept my face carefully blank. Archer, though? He looked all kinds of smug. Was he seriously entertained by the prospect of Steele... what, exactly? Telling me he'd fucked "another woman" this morning? Even if that was what'd happened, he shouldn't be so damn gleeful about it.
Or maybe he just wanted everyone to be as miserable as he was.
Too bad it was going to backfire on him.
"What did you need to tell me, Max Steele?" I placed a bite of maple-smothered pancake in my mouth and gave him my very best blank and innocent expression.
He narrowed his eyes back at me, a smile playing at his lips like he wanted to call me on my shit. He wouldn't, though. We'd definitely crossed into new territory since the time he’d bragged to his buddies about finger-fucking me in that dirty bathroom.
"Nothing," he muttered, shooting Kody a dark look. "Kody's stirring shit."
Archer sat back in his seat, folding his arms like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. All he needed was a box of popcorn, smug fuck.
"Kody's not stirring shit," Kody growled, talking about himself in third person in a bit of an adorable kind of way. The fact that he seemed to be looking out for my best interests was going a long way in his favor. "Tell her about the girl in your room this morning, Steele. How'd you sneak her out without anyone seeing her, anyway?"
Steele glared death at Kody, then shifted his gaze to me.
Archer was watching me with barely concealed glee, like he was waiting for my head to explode, and all I could think was... damn, these two are dumb as fuck.
"I didn't sneak anyone out," Steele said truthfully, then fought a grin. "I was just watching porn."
My brows shot up, and I filled my mouth with more pancake to stop from laughing out loud.
"Bullshit," Archer remarked, cool as ever. "No porn sounds like that."
Steele just shrugged, his eyes not leaving me as he replied. "Maybe you need to watch better porn, bro."
I choked on my mouthful.
After a minute of coughing while Kody patted me on the back, I took a long sip of coffee to try and clear my throat before wiping my streaming eyes on the hem of my shirt.
When I was done, everyone was staring at me again. Except this time they weren't staring like they were waiting for my head to pop off with outrage about Steele's "other woman." This time they were staring with an odd mixture of anger and worry, all underscored with a thread of heated desire.
It took me a minute, but the way Archer stared at my midsection clued me in. They'd just seen my scar when I raised my shirt to wipe my eyes. And probably my bra, too, but fuck it. Bras weren't anything to be ashamed of, and mine were pretty enough to be seen.
I wasn't in the mood to discuss heavy topics like my stabbing, though, so I swapped back to something less intense: Steele's fake infidelity.
"So, was she a better lay than me?" I asked him, totally deadpan. His eyes flared with heat, and Kody's mouth dropped open slightly. Archer just scowled like he could kill us all with the force of his frown.
Steele gave me a lopsided smirk, meeting my gaze without hesitation. "No one is better than you, Hellcat."
