Page 28 of Raise Me Up

She kisses me in confirmation, and I’m flooded with molten desire. I slip a hand beneath her shirt, resting my palm on her lower back to secure her to my side. We explore with lips and soft rolls of our tongues. I’m eager to learn what she likes. What makes her toes curl and her body arch into me.

All the while, lust-filled, dark eyes burn into us. I wriggle against Liam’s hold, desperate to get my other arm around Stasi, but this only triggers him to grab my jaw and turn my head to claim me with a hard kiss.

I fucking love it.

I’ve been so lost lately, it’s a relief to let Liam run the show. I want him to have his way with me. I want to be overpowered and wrung out by thisinked up man with terrifying energy. I want to forget about the heavy burden of life.

Liam slides his other hand up my neck and threads his fingers into my hair. He grips me tight enough to earn a moan from me as our tongues meet and battle for dominance.

I rock my hips forward, stiff cock throbbing for friction. For him. Foranythingat this point. The solid press of his answering erection has me easing a hand between our bodies to run it along his considerable length.

“You gonna let me play with this tonight?” I ask.

Liam sinks his teeth into my neck. “If you behave.”

Stasi’s been too quiet, so I reach for her hand and guide it to the button on Liam’s pants. If she wants to play, then we’re gonna fucking play.

“Trouble,” Liam whispers, kissing the hinge of my jaw.

Easing away from me, his attention shifts to Stasi. I could get off on the way he looks at her. I want someone to look at me like that. Like the universe starts and ends with me. Like I’m the reason for the stars in the sky and the tides in the ocean.

No one’s going to put up with my bullshit, though. No one’s going to hang around. Liam didn’t the first time. Not like things will be different now.

Liam crowds Stasi against the wall. I bet her heart is racing as fast as mine.

“You’re in control, angel,” he says huskily.

A smile creeps onto my face when she slips a hand into his opened pants. Her head drops to my shoulder. “Oh, god.”

Liam’s teeth flash as he nuzzles against her neck. Without looking, he reaches over to flick open the button on my jeans. I tip my head back against the wall, overwhelmed with the anticipation of him touching me, skin-on-skin.

I’m faintly aware of voices downstairs, but I don’t care enough to stop what’s happening in clear view should someone walk up those stairs.

What’s a party without a bit of cock?

Liam dives a hand into my boxers and wraps it around my dick. The sensation of his warm, rough fingers combined with his cold rings has me shuddering. When he nudges the piercing beneath my crown, I hiss in pleasure.

“The fuck is this?” Liam circles a rough finger around the ball of jewelry.

“Apadravya,” I mumble, lost in the sensation of him toying with me. I shove his hand lower, and he gives my shaft a firm squeeze.

“What am I going to do with both of you?” Liam muses.

“Destroy us, I hope,” I whisper.

He removes his hand from me to shove open the door beside me. “Bedroom. Now.”

Stasi looks stunned, so I take her hand in mine and tug her close to steal another kiss. “We’re completely fucked, sweetheart.”

“Completely your fault,” she murmurs.

“Mmm, giving you most of the credit on this one.”

I usher her inside the bedroom with my hands on her hips. Pretty sure my dick’s in charge of making decisions for the rest of the night. So much for sitting fireside and smoking myself into sleep. Now I’m chasing the adrenaline of this wild night.

We bump into Liam’s massive bed. I remove my hat from her head, and we exchange nervous smiles. Then I toss her onto the black comforter like I mean it.

Crawling after her, I fit my body between her legs and brace my arms on either side of her head. I press gentle kisses to her lips. Her neck. Her collarbones. Everywhere I can reach.