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She’s outlined against me. Every part of us that can touch is touching.
My body stirs. My manhood awakens. My heart starts to hammer.
She wriggles against me.
“Liam,” she moans. “What’s in the drawer?”
“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” I growl, shifting so that my rock hard manhood grinds against her voluptuous ass cheeks.
“Yes,” she sighs. “No—I don’t know. But we can’t, not until …”
“I know,” I say. “But you just feel so damn perfect. You have no idea how beautifully big and juicy that ass of yours is, do you? You have no idea how beautiful you sound when you sigh and moan for me. You have no idea how perfect you are.”
She twists her head and I lean down, kissing her cheek, working my way around to her lips despite the angle.
She breaks off the kiss.
“Liam.”
I sit back, having to bite down to stop a carnal growl from escaping me.
“Ryan came to me a couple of weeks back,” I tell her. “He asked for my blessing, and I gave it to him.”
“He’s going to propose?” Kayley yells, leaping from the couch.
She spins on me breathlessly, waving her hands like she doesn’t know what to do.
I chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she snaps, grinning.
“You just look so cute right now,” I tell her.
“Don’t change the subject,” she pouts. “So he’s really going to propose?”
I nod. “As far as I know.”
“So maybe it was the engagement ring in the bedside drawer.”
“It could be,” I say. “Or it could be a second cellphone like Kayley thinks. I guess they’ll work that out today. But they’ve been together for years. I’ve known him for longer than that. I used to coach him when he was a little younger before he found other interests. He’s a good person. I truly believe that. And he really loves my daughter.”
“Then why not just tell her?” she says.
“He loves her,” I reply. “Sometimes a man wants to do things his own way. Sometimes a man wants to be in control. I understand that.”
“Well, of course, you do,” she giggles, returning to the couch.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She stands over me, tossing her head. Her hair dancing around her shoulders. She still smells of last night, gorgeously sweaty and sleepy. The base of my manhood throbs with the proximity of her.
“Eh?” I chuckle, darting forward and looping my arm around her waist.
I drag her onto the couch and into my lap again, grip her thighs and bring my mouth to her ear.
“Are you trying to say I’m bossy?”
She laughs, wriggling, grinding. She’s driving me insane.
“You’re only the bossiest man who’s ever bossed, Liam,” she says.
“Are you complaining?” I growl. “Because the last time I checked, you fucking love when I boss you around. In fact, I’m pretty sure it gets you soaked and needy and horny.”
She sighs, proving my point. I can feel her wetness through her panties, the heat of it.
I can feel how badly she wants this.
“We can’t, not in front of Hunter,” she murmurs. “And not before we sort things with Kayley.”
“Maybe I’m a savage,” I snarl. “Maybe I need to take you upstairs and pound you until we both forget about everything else. Maybe I need to work that pussy raw.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “Okay, just once, just quickly.”
“Quickly? I can’t promise that—”
Suddenly, Hunter leaps to his feet and starts barking toward the entrance. It’s a deep, threatening sort of bark. I’ve never heard him like this before.
I push Lola lightly aside and then jump to my feet, walking over to him. His hackles are flared and his tail is pointing straight up.
His wolfish eyes stare at the hallway.
“What is it, boy?” I murmur, kneeling down and running my hand up and down his scruff. “Hunter? Calm down, boy. It’s okay.”
But he keeps barking, impossibly loud this close to me.
“It’s him,” Lola says. “It’s Quinn.”
“I’ve got the best alarms money can buy,” I tell her. “If it was him, we’d know it.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” somebody calls from the hallway, voice gravelly and raised. “Now, are you gonna calm that dog down or am I gonna have to put a bullet in its head?”
Chapter Seventeen
Lola
Shards of panic move through me at the sound of his voice.
I back away toward the fireplace, my heart trying to erupt out of my chest. Liam glances at me, but he doesn’t leave Hunter’s side. He’s got his hand on the big dog’s scruff and he’s stroking him under the chin, trying to calm him down.
I keep backing away, my teeth beginning to chatter.
I wish I was braver.
“Is it him?” Liam asks calmly.
“Yes,” I murmur.
He nods and turns back to the doorway. “He’ll tear you apart, Lineman.”
“Maybe so,” Quinn calls, still out of sight. “But there are four men out here with me, Mr. Larson, and they’ve all got guns too. How many nine millimeters do you think your pooch can take? Calm him down or I’ll kill him. I swear to God. I don’t wanna hurt the dog, but I will.”
