Page 6 of Between Secrets and Obsession
“Babe, you want one? Or are you drinking the girly shit tonight?”
Lennon announces she’s not drinking heavily tonight since her sister is here and Maddie can’t drink since she’s not of legal age.
I steal a glance at her and she’s just as beautiful as I remember. The moment her eyes land on me, she sucks in her bottom lip and looks as shocked as I am to see me.
What are the motherfucking chances?
“Guys, this is my baby sister, Madelyn.” Lennon wraps an arm around her shoulders and squeezes. “Maddie’s only eighteen, so no funny business…” She points her finger at Hunter, Mason, and me. “She’s starting college next week.”
“So you’re the only blondie?” Mason teases Lennon, which causes Hunter and me to laugh. Both of her sisters are brunettes, making her the odd one out.
“Yeah, yeah. Bite me,” Lennon snarls as if she’s heard it all her life. “Middle child syndrome.”
When I snort and take a sip of beer, Lennon narrows her eyes as she gives personal introductions to Maddie. “This one is Liam.Do nottrust him.”
Acting as if I’m offended, I press a hand to my chest.
If only she knew.
I’m not about to out myself, especially to my friends who will, without a fucking doubt, give me shit for the rest of my life. Lennon seems loyal when it comes to her sisters, and considering Maddie was underage last year when we almost had sex, some things are better left unspoken.
Maddie’s jaw clenches as she moves her gaze to Hunter and Mason. “All three of them look like bad news, honestly.”
That causes Brandon to laugh as he walks over and places his arm around Lennon’s waist. “Oh, they are. Why do you think they’re all single?”
“You were single once,” I remind him.
“And now he has me!” Lennon wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that has me rolling my eyes. Brandon’s a relationship man, no doubt about it, but the rest of us haven’t had any desire to settle down.
Hunter grunts and walks out of the kitchen with a beer in each hand. Following, I head into the living room where a bunch of our friends are dancing and drinking. My mind goes to the night Maddie and I met. I can’t even listen to Halsey without picturing Maddie spread out beneath me. The way she was ready to fully give herself to me, needy and willing, still haunts my dreams. We were desperate and frantic. Greedy and hot. I haven’t been able to forget anything about that night, unfortunately.
An hour passes while Hunter and I chat and drink. Eventually, I head to the kitchen for a refill, then go to the back room where the pool table is. We don’t play as much as we did in college, but when we have parties, people flock to it.
I’m watching Kilan and another guy play when Maddie walks toward me.
“Any chance of sharing that beer?” she asks boldly.
My brows pinch together as I glance down at her. Fuck, that was a bad idea. She looks so fucking good in tight black jeans and a white shirt that barely covers her stomach. Blinking, I snap my gaze back to hers, and when she arches her brow, I know she’s caught me checking her out.
“Pretty sure you’re not allowed.”
“And last I heard, you’re not the cops.” She shrugs, making a valid point.
“Then go and get your own,” I challenge, knowing she won’t. But then she takes me by surprise and walks to the kitchen.
Intrigued, I follow her and watch as she grabs one of the cold beers from the fridge we keep stocked for ourselves. She acts as if she owns the place, which is sexy as hell.
Maddie keeps her eyes locked on mine as she twists the cap off, then tosses it onto the counter. Just as she’s about to take a sip, Lennon storms into the kitchen.
“Madelyn! Gimme that!” She yanks it from Maddie’s grip. “You cannot drink. I promised Mom and Dad I’d keep an eye on you.”
Maddie rolls her eyes. “I was getting it for Liam.” She plasters on a sweet smile, folding her hands in front of her.
Maddie’s a good little Christian girl to her family, but I got a front-row ticket to therealMaddie. The one who doesn’t follow the rules but bends them instead. I’m such a sick bastard because my dick gets hard thinking about it.
“You were grabbing Liam a beer?” Lennon challenges, pointing at me. “Is this true?”
“Yeah,” I say as casually as possible. “She was closer to the fridge.” I shrug as if that’s the most reasonable explanation.
