Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(61)
All the while, she laughs, and I curse, and then I laugh too.
Told you I’m a lunatic.
Chapter 23
Wild Ones Tip #32
The four-letter words are our favorites. Except hell. No one likes hell, though. Hell’s too pretentious with its ‘No Wild Ones Allowed’ policy.
KYLIE
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The rain starts slowly, and suddenly it’s pouring, but I’m already inside because I smelled the rain coming.
A premature grin is on my face before Liam even dives into the cabin, soaked after just a few minutes.
“Holy shit that’s cold!” he snaps.
“Well, yeah. Summer is fading, and fall is starting. It’s going to get wetter and colder as the days drag on,” I helpfully point out, while propping up so I can enjoy everything that clingy, wet fabric of his shirt is showing off.
He shivers and curses, stripping out of his wet clothes by the door like he can’t get out of them fast enough.
It’s my favorite show to watch.
We just came back from his first auction with the Malone family.
He fit in so well that people wondered if he’d always been a part of us. My smile just continues to spread as I watch him without subtlety.
Even after having him back for almost four weeks, I’m still not tired of taking in all the beauty that is the freakishly gorgeous Liam.
The water drips down each crevice of his sculptured body that should come with warning labels. Everything about Liam should come with a warning.
Warning: Super hot guy with this easy-going, fun attitude and a crazy that almost matches mine with eerie perfection, and this incredible way of always making me smile.
I’ve been doomed from the beginning and was an idiot not to realize it sooner. If I had a phone, we’d be arguing about who had to hang up first before I came out of the bathroom and joined him in the bed.
He curses his jeans when they try to hang on, and I continue to soak in the sight, while he hops around, finally getting the last leg out of them off.
When he looks up to see me just smiling and shamelessly admiring him, he quirks a cocky eyebrow and smirks.
“Like what you see, Kylie Malone?”
Only he can flail around like an idiot for five solid minutes just to undress and still be smug when he catches me staring.
I pinch my fingers together to demonstrate a miniscule amount. “Just a little.”
He shoves his underwear down, and I deliberately lick my lips before he suddenly charges me. I’m laughing before he even picks me up, my feet dangling in front of his shins as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Because I didn’t get wet,” I remind him.
“Pretty sure I always get you wet,” he deadpans, his smirk fixed on his face like he’s waiting for me to pat him on the back for that quick wit.
He drops me and steps back before winking at me, and I look down at my soaked clothes.
“Told you,” he says, just as the front door flies open.
Liam snatches me and pulls me in front of him like a privacy screen when two annoying Vincents walk in, both of them dripping water everywhere.
“What the hell?” Liam groans.
“What’s wrong, lover boy? The little guy cold or is he always so small?” Hale Vincent asks with a grin.
“Why are you walking around naked in front of us?” Killian asks, as though he’s genuinely confused.
“Because it’s my house. Usually people knock before they decide to burst in unannounced,” Liam tells them dryly.
“We’re just here for sweet provisions before we start on the water cannon. You helping us?” Hale asks, going to the fridge like he has the right, as Liam keeps me plastered in front of him.
“I don’t have any sweets,” Liam tells them, exasperated as Hale rifles through the fridge. “And it’s raining.”
Killian disappears into a room, then emerges with a drill and a saw…
“Where are all the sweets from the girls who want in your pants?” Hale asks.
“I just told you there aren’t any. Haven’t been for weeks. In case you’ve forgotten, I have a girlfriend now, and she scares other girls away. And it’s still raining.”
I’m not sure why I get butterflies when he tells them I’m his girlfriend, but I do. I also mentally pick out pretty butterflies that would look good under his name for my boob tattoo.
I might need someone to slap me. Lilah would definitely oblige.
“We need to stage a breakup. That would definitely get the sweets back. Remember all those girls bringing Benson sweets when they thought he and Lilah broke up?” Killian goes on.
“We’re not staging a breakup,” Liam says without hesitation.