Page 109 of Between Secrets and Obsession
“Ew, I’m not your servant! I wouldn’t touch your dirty clothes with a ten-foot pole. Probably find a mistress handcuffed to your bed!”
“And how would you know anything about what goes on in the bedroom?”
We continue our banter until we’re out the door. As soon as we get to Mason’s truck, he pulls me around the back and pins me to the tailgate.
“God, I want that sassy mouth of yours on my cock.” Liam squeezes my hips as his lips find my neck. I giggle at the way his facial hair scratches me, the same way it does my thighs, but I love it so fucking much.
Liam sneaks into my room every night, then every morning he goes back to his room. We quietly fool around the best we can, but Liam’s orgasm-giving skills often have me screaming into a pillow or biting my lip. A few nights ago, one ripped through me so fast that I didn’t have time to cover my mouth, but he reached up and did it for me. The weight of his hand against me turned me on even more, and now I’m determined to have him do it again.
I want just one night when neither of us has to hold back. However, I’ve had the best two weeks of my life. We kiss, lick, and suck each other—everythingexceptsex. Then when we’re both sated and relaxed, he holds me. We talk and laugh until I fall asleep, and I never want this to end. I’ve waited so long to have Liam like this and hate that we have to keep it from everyone, but I’m not taking a second for granted. Liam’s always been mine, and I won’t let another woman keep us apart.
Speaking of which…shit.
Quickly, I shove Liam off me and scowl. He looks butt hurt, but when I widen my eyes and glance around, he finally understands.
They could be watching us right now.
Liam hands me one bag while he takes six.
“Go shower and get ready,” Sophie tells me as soon as I enter the kitchen. “Lennon’s meeting us for lunch in an hour.”
This is news to me.
“Everything okay?” I ask, unloading items.
“Yeah! I want to tell you both at the same time about the wedding plans we’ve come up with.”
An hour and a half later, the three of us are sitting in Frenchie’s Cafe, laughing and telling stories of Sophie as a child. Although she’s the oldest, Lennon and I have many memories of us playing house and Sophie being the mom. She’d stuff a pillow under her shirt and pretend to be pregnant with triplets.
It started with Sophie talking about the wedding, and then I brought up an embarrassing story that I planned to say during my bridesmaid speech. When I was done, Lennon added another embarrassing one. Now, Sophie’s threatening us with our lives if we repeat them.
“Oh come on,” I say, laughing. “You were cute waddling with your preggo pillow belly. Who knew Lennon would be the one who keeps popping out babies? When’s the third coming?” I ask, then take a sip of my drink.
“Hey, let me get one out before you’re begging her for another,” Sophie interjects.
“Yes, thank you! It was hard enough to get pregnant with Aaron, so we’re not putting any pressure on having baby number three. Although we’re not using protection, so you never know.” She grins, then blushes when we both gasp.
Sophie talks more about their plans to get married this December in the mountains of Tahoe City where Mason proposed. She wants a Christmas-themed wedding, which sounds super romantic. It’ll be close friends and family only, but that still means at least a hundred guests.
Just as we stand to leave, Lennon reminds Sophie to be over tonight by seven.
“Tonight? Why?”
“Mason and I are babysitting,” Sophie responds.
“And it’s our first overnight without Aaron, so I’m nervous,” Lennon adds. Aaron was born in March, so he’s only four months old.
“Don’t be nervous. We’ve got it!” Sophie reassures her, but all I hear is that Liam and I are going to have the house to ourselves.
Alone.
“Where are you going?” I ask as we all walk out of the cafe.
“Spending a night at a fancy hotel where we’ll eat dinner while it’s still hot and be able to hold a conversation without a child screaming and throwing food,” Lennon says, grinning. “I’ll miss the kids, but Hunter and I need this. Quickies in the shower become hazardous after a while.”
I blush instantly at the image of Liam and me in the shower a couple of weeks ago when Sophie came home from work early. Sophie gives me a weird look, but I quickly giggle at Lennon’s story.
“So basically, Mason and Sophie are watching the kids so you can get laid,” I blurt.
