Page 133 of Don't Puck His Best Friend
I nod, kissing him again, harder this time.
"Harper," he says between kisses, questioning.
"Shh," I say, pushing my body back toward Liam. I grab Liam's hand and bring it to my stomach.
Then I turn around and look at Liam.
He moves the hair out of my face and whispers, "I knew you were trouble."
His hand starts to move lower, and I grab it, stopping him. I turn back to Cole.
"Cole. Are you going to hate me?" I ask, starting to panic. I feel like crying again.
He says, "I could never hate you."
Liam leans in and whispers in my ear, "Does this mean I'm your boyfriend too?"
A shiver takes over my body. "Is that how this works?"
Cole scowls at Liam but doesn't say anything.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend too, Trouble?" Liam whispers. “Unlike Cole, I can share.”
I gulp, watching Cole, waiting for him to shut this down. To say no. To save me from myself.
"Cole?"
"You live with me, Harper. I don't want to share."
"Fine. I'll move in," Liam says immediately.
Cole's eyes dart to Liam's, anger flashing there.
Liam starts rubbing my back, and I respond to his touch like my body has a mind of its own.
"Cole," I whisper. "Don’t hate me."
He shakes his head, kissing me softly, and whispers, "If you want him too... then I'm fine with it. I'm tired of fighting."
He kisses me again, and then Liam grabs my chin and turns my face to him. His kiss feels different—painful in its intensity. The taste of him sends memories flashing through my brain, and suddenly I'm straddling him.
"This is the Trouble I want."
I lean down and kiss him harder, missing the way he kisses. He sucks on my lips, bites my bottom lip.
Cole is right behind me, grabbing my hair until I'm looking up at him. "There's no going back, Harper. Are you sure?"
I nod.
"I knew you always wanted him," Cole says, and there's pain in his voice mixed with resignation. Then he pulls his shirt over his head.
I watch as Liam pulls his shirt off, and I'm left panting.
"I bet she's soaking," Liam says.
Cole pulls off the blanket and unbuttons my jeans. "Let's find out."
In a flash, I feel hands and mouths working over my entire body. I feel alive, desired, and liberated.
