press me to say what I was thinking, though. He just brushed a soft kiss over my lips. One that I leaned into and deepened because, although I still couldn't say the words out loud, I knew I could show him how I felt.
"Kate..." he murmured with a groan as my hands ran down his sides and hooked into the waistband of his boxers. "You're testing my resolve something wicked."
"What resolve?" I kissed his chest and tugged on his boxers teasingly.
He let out a frustrated growl but slid his fingers into my hair and brought my lips back to his for another deep kiss.
"My resolve not to fuck you senseless every time I get my hands on you," he confessed with a hint of wickedness in his gaze. "But you make it so damn—"
"Hard?" I suggested. My hand slipped inside his shorts and grasped his thick erection. "What's wrong with fucking me every chance you get? I'm not complaining."
His lips pulled up in a smirk, and his hips rolled as I stroked his cock. "Maybe not, but..." His protest dissolved into a groan as my thumb circled his tip, playing with the slick bead of pre-cum.
"But what?" I teased, kissing his chest once more.
As he drew a deep breath, his hands found my shoulders, and he flipped me onto my back. His thick thigh crushed against my core, pushing my legs apart. Like I really needed any encouragement.
"You're fucking trouble, Princess," he told me, as if this was new information.
I just grinned and rocked my hips against him. "You love it."
He muttered curses and kissed my neck, biting me gently on the spot that made me shiver and moan. "I love you," he corrected me in a gruff voice as he hooked a hand under my thigh and spread my legs wider still.
My Tshirt was all tangled up, barely covering my breasts, and my panties may as well have been made of tissue paper as his hard length ground against my core. Wet tissue paper at that.
A knock on my door came just a moment before it opened and Steele wandered in. His brows only hitched slightly when he found Archer on top of me, and I caught the flash of desire in his eyes as he realized what he'd walked in on.
"Bro," Archer snapped. "What the fuck?"
Steele just grinned. "What? Don't tell me you get stage fright, big guy. I have it on good authority Hellcat doesn't mind an audience." He shot me a wink as he dragged his thumb across his lower lip.
I tried to swallow my moan, but it sneaked out nonetheless as my pussy pulsed with that suggestion. Kody's suggestion of a four-way kept rattling around in my brain, but Archer had yet to even partake in a three-way.
"Fuck you, dickhead," Archer shot back at his friend. "Watch if you want; maybe you'll learn something."
Oh, hell yes.
When Archer captured my lips in another toe-curling kiss, I held Steele's gaze and watched as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, showing off that piercing. Then he gave a pained frown.
"As badly as I want to call your bluff, Arch," he said with a resigned sigh, "I actually came with news."
I groaned, and not in a good way. Archer let out a curse and rolled to lie beside me, where the thin blanket did nothing to hide his hard-on.
"Dead, mutilated people news?" I cringed. "Or exploding cars news?"
Steele quirked a grin. "Hell of a scale, Hellcat. But... somewhere in the middle of those." He shifted his gaze to Archer. "My parents were just on the phone."
Archer cursed again with more passion. "What the fuck did they want?"
The biting edge to his tone told me exactly how Archer felt about Steele's parents. The fact that Steele had likened them to a car bomb? Said it all.
"Rachel's memorial is next weekend," Steele said in a tight voice, his expression pinched. "They want me home for it."
Archer scoffed. "I fucking bet they do. Did you tell them to screw themselves?"
Steele gave a minuscule cringe, and my heart ached for him. Whatever had happened between him and his parents, he was still hurting over it.
"It's not that easy, bro," Steele told Archer with a sigh as he hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans.
Archer groaned and swept a hand over his face. "I know."
I scrambled to sit up and give Steele my full attention. "When do you have to leave?"
His shoulders drooped as he sighed. "Today. Now. They've