Always Mine (Roommate Duet 5)

God. Are they seriously fooling around in there? Mason and Sophie are still in the honeymoon phase and can’t keep their hands off each other. And though it’s cute, it’s disgusting to witness.

“Mmm…so good…” More moaning.

For fuck’s sake.

“What is that?” I jump at the sound of Sophie’s voice and realize she’s standing next to me.

Blinking, I look at her and furrow my brows. “I thought that was you in there again.”

She wrinkles her nose. “That was one time! We didn’t know you’d be home,” she defends, which causes me to snort.

“That’s no excuse! I didn’t know we needed house rules for no sex in the kitchen,” I tell her.

“Who’s having sex in the kitchen?” Mason asks, and we both turn and see confusion written all over his face.

“Maddie,” Sophie confirms. “Well, no. She’s not having sex in there. I don’t think so anyway.”

My blood boils at the thought of Maddie with a man. I turned her down years ago and have balked at every advance since—minus the birthday night kiss—but that doesn’t mean I want any other guy’s hands on her.

“Oh my God, this is heaven,” Maddie nearly screams, and my control snaps.

I barge into the kitchen and find her sitting on the island. Her back is to me, and her head is rolling on her shoulders. I can’t see in front of her, but at this angle, someone honestly could be kneeling between her legs.

“What the fuck, Maddie?” I growl loudly, causing her to jump.

Sophie and Mason walk in behind me, wanting answers too.

Maddie spins around with a piece of silverware in her mouth. Drawing her brows together at my stance, she looks at me. “What?” she asks, then pulls a spoon from between her lips.

“Care to explain why you’re in here making sex noises?” I order.

She hops off the counter, then walks around it, and that’s when I see a pint of ice cream in her hand. “I wasn’t.” She pinches her lips. “Wait…was I? I wouldn’t know what my sex noises would be. Any guesses, Liam?”

My fingers curl into a fist. She’s testing my goddamn restraint.

We have a silent conversation as I shoot daggers at her, annoyed she finds any opportunity to rub my face in what we almost did.

Before I can respond, Sophie pushes around me and closes the gap between her and Maddie, stealing the carton. “Are you seriously having an ice cream-gasm?” Sophie teases. “We all thought you were in here getting lucky.”

“Oreo mint chocolate,” Maddie says, then shrugs. “Couldn’t help it.” She finds my gaze, and her lips tilt up, knowing her moans made me flustered and pissed off.

“Were you jealous, Hulk? Worried someone was in here fucking my brains out?” she taunts, which infuriates me even more.

I roll my eyes, not allowing her to see how much she affects me.

“Maddie!” Sophie scolds, flicking her arm. “Considering I just picked you up from school, I knew there wasn’t a guy in here with you. I just thought you were pleasuring yourself or something.” She giggles. At the mention of Maddie getting herself off, my cock hardens, and I know I need to get the hell out of here.

“I’m leaving. This conversation just got weird,” Mason says, walking to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

He hands me one, and I nod at Maddie. “Same. Enjoy your dessert,” I grit through my teeth.

“Thanks, Liam,” Maddie says; her tone’s sugary sweet. “Don’t worry, I definitely will.”

“And keep it down. Jesus.” Mason shakes his head as we walk out together.

We sit on the couch, and he flicks through the TV channels before settling on something. After he drinks half his bottle, he turns toward me. “So how’d the job go? Any trouble?”

I shrug lightly. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. Guy had a record from burglary, to DUIs, to domestic abuse, and has a drug problem.”

“Oh shit,” he mutters. “Lemme guess, he tried to run?”

I smirk. “Yep. Didn’t get far, though, with the alcohol and meth in his system. The ride back was enjoyable. I played Billie Eilish for the entire three hours.”

“What’s wrong with Billie Eilish?” Maddie interrupts, sauntering into the living room. Her dance clothes leave nothing to the imagination. “I love her.”

“Nothing, but this tool was suffering from a buzz, and he asked me three times to turn it down. Instead, I cranked it up louder.”

“What was that?” I asked, stretching my neck to the side. “You can’t hear it?” I turn the dial to the right.

“Asshole, I said turn it off!” Hank hissed.

“Ooh, let’s get the bass thumping, too!” I chuckled and sang the lyrics to “Bad Guy” while tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I watched as he sneered at me through the rearview mirror.

That was what the fuckface got for using women as punching bags.

“That was mean,” Sophie says, but she’s too damn nice to understand the logistics of my job.