Deceit (Gallows Hill, #1)

by Katelyn Taylor

“Got my dick sucked in the kitchen while the appetizers were being made,” he says casually, as his thumb continues sliding across the screen. “Congratulations. Guy or girl this time?” I drawl sarcastically, not giving a fuck about how he got off. He looks up from his phone and grins. “Both.” I let out a short chuckle as I move into the bathroom, starting up the shower before sliding inside. Liam is very proudly bisexual, at least when his parents aren’t around.

He doesn’t seem to have an interest in dating men, though. He says he just likes to get topped every once in a while, which was more information than I needed, but he’s an oversharer. He identifies as Bisexual Heteromantic or something like that.

“What took you so long to get back? I left after you,” he says. “Had to drive my wife-to-be home,” I drawl out sarcastically. Liam snickers but shakes his head. “Man, I don’t know why you’re so pissed about marrying her. She’s easily the hottest fucking woman that’s ever set foot on this campus. I’d stick my hand in a blender just to eat that ass once,” he says, with a groan and bite of his lip. I can’t help but laugh. “Shut the fuck up. You have to beat men and women off with a stick on campus alone. Forget going out in public with you. You’re not hard-up for some ass.” “Nah, but I’ve never seen a better ass than hers.” I raise an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “You been eye fucking my wife?” “Fiancée,” he corrects, “and fuck yes I have. She’s fucking delectable man. You need to stop the douchebag routine and benefit from this arrangement. A beautiful virgin cunt, promised to you and only you? Sign me the fuck up.”

Ronan

I’m walking through campus, cutting through the courtyard when I hear a familiar laugh. It’s an airy sound that instantly has my heart hammering in my chest. My head whips up, landing on the woman I haven’t been able to shake from my thoughts since the moment I met her. The woman that I haven’t been able to stop obsessing over since I found out what her lips taste like. It’s been over a week since I kissed my nephew’s fiancée in the gardens. Though I should feel bad about it, I’m just disappointed. Disappointed that it can’t happen again, disappointed that she’s going to marry Asher one day. I’m just…disappointed.

“Ronan, what the hell was that?” I spin on my heel, eating up the distance between us, my eyes widening with rage. She takes a few startling steps backwards, before her ass bumps against my desk. I cage her in, forcing her to not place a single toe away from me as I speak. “You agreed to go out with him,” I fume. Her brows dip before realization dawns on her perfect face. “Were you watching me?” “Fuck yes I was. How can I not? You’re everywhere. In my pool, my school, my bar, my brother’s home, my fucking head!” I snap. Her frown softens a bit at that, as well as her voice. “I didn’t think anyone would care. Asher obviously doesn’t and—” “I do. I care, a whole fucking lot,” I snarl.

“You’re the one who pulled away. I haven’t seen or heard from you since you told me to go back to the party in the gardens. You got me off, shut down, and pushed me away. What part of that was supposed to make me think you even wanted to look in my direction again, let alone care if I go on a date with some guy?” “You know exactly why I care,” I grit between clenched teeth. Her pissed off expression falls away, as lust flickers in her eyes before they come down to my mouth. “Say it,” she whispers. “What?” “Say it,” she says, those green eyes practically punching me straight in the gut as they look at me. “Please.” My body tenses at her soft plea, and consequences be damned. I can't control my next actions. My hand grips the base of her neck, smashing her mouth against my own.