Page 41 of Little Liar

Surely he’s aware of Mom’s obvious flirting? She’s seconds from taking Parker’s dad into the house. He’s staring at my mom’s tits like his wife isn’t five feet away with their son.

Fed up with the blatant disrespect, I step forward, but Dad grabs my arm. “Don’t bother,” he says with no emotion. “Let her make her own bed and lie in it.”

Glancing back at my mom, I huff and lean against the wall, checking my phone to see if our friends are out riding. Not that we’d be leaving until Parker fucks off and Olivia is in my bed, already coming down from her orgasm, waiting for me to return to cuddle her to sleep.

The music gets even louder, and my skin itches from all the voices.

Dad notices. “You don’t need to be here if it’s too much.”

I swallow.

Blank him out.

Blank it all out.

“Your mother will understand.”

No. Mom is too busy fucking up her marriage by batting her eyelashes at a married man, and my dad isn’t doing a damn thing about it. She wouldn’t give a fuck if I was here or not—but Olivia would be disappointed.

Shocker, Mason and Abigail go back into the house, or more like, he follows her, and she has a smile hidden behind her scowl.

If they fuck in my bed, I’ll burn them alive.

“Malachi!” my sister calls out, my eyes already on her. “Can you help me?”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“The filters won’t turn on for the pool,” she clarifies, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head. “Please.”

I down the rest of my beer and head towards her, feeling Parker’s eyes burning into the back of my head—Dad’s probably are too as I vanish around the side of the pool house to where all the filters are. She can never fix them herself.

As soon as I’m out of view, Olivia grabs me by the shirt and yanks me towards her, backing herself up against the brick wall and cupping my cheek in her palm. “Hi,” she says, smiling. “This is a lesson on spontaneous kissing.”

I smile back and wrap my arms around the small of her back, pressing our bodies together.

“Kiss me,” she whispers.

My mouth comes down to her, chaste, gentle presses of our lips turning open-mouthed until our tongues are moving together.

I can taste her fruity drink, and she can probably taste mint from my chewing gum and smoke, with a hint of beer. Or she’s not focusing on that because she’s turning us around and sitting me down on the ledge, straddling my thighs in her tight bikini.

She’s either drunk or she’s confident no one will come around here and catch us. The place is crawling with people, yet she’s got her tongue down my throat and making my eyes roll by just kissing me.

Fuck. This girl owns me.

“You’re angry,” she says between strokes of her tongue against mine. “Because he’s here.”

I nod, biting her bottom lip. I can’t sign because my hands are all over her, and plus, words couldn’t describe how angry I feel right now.

I hold her tightly to my body, devouring her mouth like it could be the last time she wants to teach me something intimate. Her skin is smooth and warm from the sun, yet wet from being in the pool—she molds into me like she belongs in my lap.

The drastic opposite between us is glaringly obvious. It’s hot as fuck out and I’m in black combats, boots, and a white shirt, and she’s wearing a scrap of fabric and glowing from tanning on a lounger all day.

She pulls back, her gaze on mine. The way she’s looking into my eyes momentarily stalls me. I’ve been feeling like I’m trapped within a dream since the moment I knew I could push my boundaries with her—the tent, since she fell asleep in my arms in a non-sisterly way and made my heart pound, when she touched my dick and made it hard, when she kissed me back for the first time and had my chest tightening at my luck. The first damn smile that gave me butterflies at the age of seventeen—when the attraction escalated into fucking heaven.

I always had a thing for Olivia. Since I was a kid. I had no idea it could get stronger. So much so, I think I’m a health risk to myself and everyone around us, because I would kill for this girl without thinking twice.

Olivia’s smile grows. “If you’re not mad, then you’re jealous.”