Page 231 of Between Secrets and Obsession

The guys have been playing pool for the past two hours, and Liam has killed Mason, Hunter, and Kilan each time. He’s undefeated at this point.

“I’m grabbing a beer and finding my wife.” Mason shakes his head and walks out of the game room.

“Do I get to play you next?” I ask sweetly from the other side, bending over just enough to show off my chest.

My eggplant-colored dress leaves nothing to the imagination, which is exactly why I wore it for our last house party. Mason and Sophie moved out a few months ago, so it’s been just the two of us, but we recently decided we needed a fresh start and found our own apartment.

“Not a chance in hell,” Liam grumbles, stalking toward me. “You’ll cheat.”

“What?” I narrow my eyes as he snakes his arms around my waist. “How can anyone cheat at pool?”

“You know exactly how.” He leans down and tips my chin up toward him. “I keep having to give every guy in here dirty looks to stop them from eye-fucking my girlfriend. I’m about to sucker punch Kilan in the face if he can’t keep his eyes to himself.”

I snort. “He’s harmless. Plus, you’ve known him for years, so I know you’re just being extra obsessive.”

Kilan used to live across the street, but after he moved, they kept in touch. Since it’s the final house party before we officially move out, it was only right to invite him for one last hurrah.

“Harmless or not, one moreglanceat your chest, and he’s getting a knee to his nuts.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull us closer. “Hmm…I like your possessive side. Itreallyturns me on.”

“Oh yeah?” He arches a brow. “How turned on are we talking here?”

“Like, you better get us to a room stat before I take you on this pool table. After all this time, why haven’t we christened this damn thing?”

“Trust me, not comfortable,” Hunter chimes as he walks in.

“Ew…” I mimic a gagging noise.

“Dude. You didn’t even live here. What the fuck?” Liam scowls.

Hunter shrugs, then takes a swig of his beer. “I was a dumb college kid.”

Smirking, I cross my arms. “Does Lennon know?”

“No…” He points at me with the bottle. “And don’t you tell my hormonal, pregnant wife either. I don’t need to give her any more ammunition to kick me in her sleep.”

“Huh,” Liam says sarcastically. “Dick kicking in their sleep must be a Corrigan trait.”

Laughing at both of their expressions, I shrug. “Well, Lennon’s probably getting even after all the times you were an asshole. Maybe Ishouldtell her…”

I still can’t believe they’re having another baby. After Aaron was born, they said they weren't necessarily careful but were also doubtful they could due to Hunter’s medical concerns. Turns out, he’s very able. Lennon’s three months along now and moodier than she was with the last two pregnancies. Probably because she has two kids to take care of this time around.

“Keep your loud mouth shut, Maddie,” he warns.

“Okay, on one condition…” I offer, turning to Liam quickly before looking at Hunter. “You keep guard while we give the room a proper goodbye.”

Hunter chokes on his beer and shakes his head. “You two are worse than Mason and Sophie.” Then he turns on his heels and shuts the door behind him.

“You’re a bad, bad girl, Madelyn Corrigan,” Liam taunts as I slowly unzip my dress in front of him.

“And you have about ten minutes to do very bad, bad things to me. So start strippin’,” I demand.

He waggles his brows and kicks off his shoes. “Yes, ma’am.”

I giggle at our eagerness, and as soon as we’re both naked, Liam wraps his hand around my neck and draws me into him, crashing our lips together frantically.

“God, Mads. Do you have any idea how much I love you? How crazy you make me?”