Page 34 of Tell Me Lies

Liar, liar. I’ll be the one who sets you on fire.

“Who?” I growled again.

“No one,” Maddie whispered from ground level.

My head whipped around so fast it hurt. I didn’t give a fuck about that, either. Just her. Everything was her.

She watched me, one hand raised to touch the side of her head. Her fingers came away red. She pressed them back and winced. “I fell.”

“You fell,” I repeated disbelievingly. “Are you shitting me, Sutcliff? You sprinted in those things.”

“And I fell in those things, too. I’m no dancer, Maxom.” Her soft admission sent much-needed color to her cheeks and set my dick thickening in my pants.

Time and a place. I’d have her later, any way she wanted me.

“I really wanna get you home in my bed,” I murmured, sweeping hair back from her face. “But you need to get checked out first.”

“No ambulance,” she protested, shaking her head.

I stared at her for a long moment, noting her pinkening cheeks. “I’ll pay for it.”

“No.”

“Maddie...”

“No.”

I sighed “Fine. Sit up.”

She sat.

“Stand.”

Maddie rose, teetering a little but only from the knees down. I kept my hand at her back, not touching her but there should she need the support.

“Shake your head.”

She shook it, tossing her hair back, and winced. I ran my fingers over her temple, pressing gently to the small cut at her hairline.

“Any vision issues? Light?”

She looked at the car headlights and winced again. “Only because we’re in the dark. I’m fine, Max.”

One hand planted on her hip, she popped it out leaving the dress swirling around her thighs. The tiniest hint of bare skin between her legs peeked out, the scent of her still permeating my head. Her breasts moved gently, her nipples pebbled as she stared at me with her customary brand of defiance that I loved so damn much it ached.

I swallowed. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She raised an eyebrow. “What, no more orders?”

I reached for her waist and yanked her against my body. A small scream left her lips. Her eyes widened, and she clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Too late, Maddie Sutcliff,” I crooned, enjoying her panic while she was enclosed in my arms. Fuck I’m falling for this girl so hard. “I screamed for you the moment I heard rubber squeal,”—I turned my head slightly, eyeing the jocks huddled together to pin their lies to their collective asses—“which means I’m your bitch. I’d tell you to kneel, but…”

“But?” she whispered.

“But I don’t want to play this game anymore.” At least not tonight. I just wanted her, exactly the way she was.

“Because I win,” she smirked.

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