Page 8 of Liar
The tiny kiss had set my heart ablaze, and I ran my fingers along the wooden handle of the hammer, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Don’t get cocky, Will,” I warned him. “I don’t like cocky guys.” Okay, that was kind of a lie.
“I’ll tone it down, then,” Will said, his hazel eyes taking in my appearance. My posture, how I leaned toward him on the bed, my lips parted. Oh, he especially stared at my lips, like they held the answers to the known universe. Maybe to his universe. His, Declan’s, and Travis’s.
Did my lips hold the answers to Sawyer’s universe?
No, I shouldn’t be thinking about that fucktard while I was with Will.
He reached for me, lightly running his fingers down my arm until his hand rested atop mine on the bed. “It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” His eyelids took on a half-lidded look, and before I could respond, he leaned in for another kiss. This one was not just a peck like the previous one.
Oh, no. This kiss was earth-stopping, full of fiery passion and heated desire. This kiss made my wandering mind freeze and my body become jelly. Not everyone kissed like Will—like he was afraid each and every kiss we shared would be our last.
With everything that had happened, I didn’t blame him for thinking that, but I’d be damned if I let anything come between us now. We’d been through so much, and we would continue to be together through so much more.
Our mouths connected still, we both fell sideways onto the bed, hugging each other close, our bodies melding. It became all about greedy hands and ragged breaths. I ran my hands up his chest beneath his shirt, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. Will let out a moan, right into my throat, his hands holding my lower back.
I could feel a growing hardness between us; it never took much from me to get Will worked up. I had each and every part of him, I knew, just like I had Declan. And even Travis—as much as any girl could really have Travis. I loved them, and they loved me. That was that.
It could’ve been more than that, though, only Declan strolled into the room, coughed, and said, “What are we doing for dinner?”
Will and I pulled apart, and I sat in front of Will to hide his erection. Not that it mattered much. Declan had walked in on us before, and there was that time with him and Travis, together…
Still even though all that had happened, Declan’s cheeks were twinged pink at what he saw. His embarrassment was adorable, something I loved about him. His dark eyes moved to me as Will was slow to sit, resting his hands on his lap.
“We could order a pizza,” Will suggested, running a hand through his auburn locks. “Or go to campus and get something.”
“Pizza,” I decided, and they both agreed.
While Declan went off to order the pizza, I started to help Will with his clothes. He had a lot of them, but I supposed all rich kids did, because they were born with money flowing out of their asses. Me? My closet was never overflowing with clothes, and when I got something new, I wore it until it got holey, and even for a while after that. When things got holey was when I liked them the best.
“Why do you have so many clothes?” I asked, tossing a glance over my shoulder. I hung his shirts and jackets in his closet, while he went through the boxes with his socks and boxers and undershirts, folding them before putting them into the dresser.
It was as Declan walked in that Will answered, “Oh, you know. Never know when a change of clothes might come in handy. It’s always best to be prepared.”
I grinned as I reached into the box, pulling out a thick black hoodie. It didn’t scream William Briggs to me, but then again, who was I to say what was Will and what wasn’t? It wasn’t like I’d seen him every day last semester; I didn’t know what he wore and what he didn’t wear. I said nothing as I hung up the hoodie.
Declan sat on the bed, reclining and looking quite comfortable as he watched us both work. “What’s your schedule like?” He stared at Will, so I assumed the question was geared toward his brother and not me.
“Oh, I’ve actually been thinking about that.” Will stopped folding, pausing to meet his brother’s stare. “I think I might change my major.”
“What? Why? Then—”
“Then I’ll have to basically start over,” Will said, glancing at me. “I know, but it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? To start over? That way, I could be with you guys for longer.”
I kicked the empty box away from me, moving to sit on the edge of the bed near Declan. Will probably felt like an outsider in Hillcrest, especially after what happened with his dad. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to start over. “Whatever’s best for you,” I said, wanting to be supportive.
“That’s being with you,” Will replied easily, smoothly.
Declan grabbed a pillow from behind him and threw it at his brother, saying, “Flirt.”
Letting out a laugh, Will caught the pillow and shot me a smile. “A flirt? Me? Only to Ash.”
“Now you’re being a suck-up,” Declan accused, though I knew the last thing he was was annoyed. The two brothers had a great relationship; they were there for each other when the world turned its back on them, and I would stick around for as long as I could.
If you didn’t already know, I wasn’t the type of girl to flit from relationship to relationship. When I was in a relationship with someone I loved, I tended to stick around. Ray’s relationship with me had been tumultuous, but I’d been so head over heels in love with him that I hadn’t even cared at the time.
A lesson learned, but these brothers…let’s just say I didn’t want us to fight or bicker or break up, ever. I didn’t want tumultuous when it came to us. I wanted steady, sweet love. Hot, searing passion. A desire that kept me up at night.
And I’d have it.
