Page 148 of Vicious Little Snakes
I stare down, thinking about a bevy of dirty shit to do to her. Especially since she picked this fucking shirt out. I hold out a red cup.
“Carebear. Drink this so you can be more of a Funshine than a Grumpy.”
She swats at the cup, but I move it away before she connects, and it almost makes me break character because she’s such a little shit. I love these pants.
“I hate you,” she spits.
I wink. “You wish that were true. I’m going to hang out with my real friends now.”
Walking away, I head over to where Grey and Donovan stand, picking Van up, playing around, making her squeal. I glance over my shoulder at Caroline’s scowling face and move my eyes to the door, seeing her minute nod.
Game on.
* * *
Caroline
“What took you so long?”
Liam laughs, strolling around the corner of his lake house. “I had to entertain that fucking kid from Georgia for a minute. Miss me that much, huh.”
It’s disgusting how accurate that statement is. I hate being away from him.
He leans down, not slowing as he reaches me, grabbing my ass, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, as he backs us up against the house.
Liam stares at me, his bottom lip pushing out. “Say you’re sorry for calling my shirt ugly.”
I grin, leaning in and sucking on that damn lip before I answer.
“I love your shirt. I’m sorry that was too low.”
He snarls before diving in, locking our mouths. Kissing him never gets old. Ever. It always feels like the first time, butterflies and all.
“Wanna fuck right here? Roll the dice?” he breathes against my lips.
God, he knows me too well. We’re not entirely hidden by the shadows, so anyone could walk out and find us. Liam rubs his cock against my center as I push my tits forward into him. We’re dry humping for the world to see. Like the fucking degenerates we are.
“I almost attacked you inside,” he moans quietly. “You were so fucking mean.”
I nod, already breathless. “God, I love it when we fake fight. Gets me so hot.”
Noise from the porch draws both our faces, but he looks back, not stopping what he’s doing. He kisses my neck, sucking on it. I swear I’ve had a hickey on me somewhere since the day he showed up on the fucking island. But I love them.
With one hand on my ass to hold me, the other fists the back of my leather pants, using his grip to force me to rub up and down against his hard length. The material cuts against my clit, giving just enough bite as Liam guides me, slowly pushing into me each time.
“Oh fuck.” I gasp, and he smirks.
“We have to improvise because of these fucking pants. Also, you look too goddamn edible—remind me to burn them.”
He’s making me stupid because I have nothing witty to say. My breath is held as I bite my lip, overwhelmed by the sensation in my center.
My head tilts back, my mouth agape as I suck in the air. Liam moves me faster, locking his eyes with me. “Are you going to come for me? Like a dirty little Carebear?”
I’m nodding, eyes wide as the sensation begins to compound, climbing higher and higher.
“Do you hear that?”
Liam smiles, mouthing, “They can hear you.”
