How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé (How to Rom Com Series Book 2)

by London Casey

  Not that I ever asked for any, but that reaction…

  Her right hand touched under my cock, fingertips sliding up as though she were admiring a chiseled statue at a museum. Here there were no DO NOT TOUCH signs anymore.

  I put my pointer and middle fingers of my right hand to her chin and lifted her gaze.

  “My eyes are up here, Em,” I said with a smile.

  “And my mouth is right here,” she replied without missing a beat.

  She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head of my cock.

  I sucked in a breath.

  Her lips parted and the warmth of her mouth began to engulf me.

  I couldn’t stop myself from watching, knowing it was only adding to the temptation to come. To fill her mouth with my warm, salty release, proving to her that she was beautiful, perfect, and capable of turning me into the kind of man that comes in seconds.

  I found self-control.

  Emily’s lips moved halfway down my cock before she eased back and away.

  Those once innocent looking lips came forward again and I stepped back.

  “No, Em,” I said. “I have to feel you.”

  I reached down and grabbed her by the hips.

  My mouth kissed hers again.

  She let out a whimpering gasp, surprised I was kissing her considering where her mouth had just been.

  I didn’t care.

  I needed to kiss her.

  Years… and years… and years…

  My hands sought her ass and I lifted her off the bed only to carry her to the top of it.

  We kissed like the room was on fire with no escape.

  The only real fire was between her legs.

  I brushed my fingertips there just to feel her.

  I spread her soft folds open, touching her throbbing core, and slid up to press against her clit.

  The word perfect ran through my head too many times. And the word wasn’t good enough. Emily wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and thrust her hips, grinding her sweet center to my fingers.

  She was beyond ready by then.

  Her climax palpable, seconds away from occurring.

  As tempting as it was to feel her come on my fingertips, I wanted more.

  I was greedy.

  And judging by the slickness coating my fingers, so was Emily.

  I broke the kiss and put my forehead to hers.

  Our moment had finally come.

  I eased my cock down between her legs.

  Moving like some cheesy, slow-motion scene in a movie.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “I need you, Em.”

  “I’m right here,” she said back.

  I kissed her as I sank into her.

  She cried out into my mouth while kissing me.

  We had to keep kissing.

  Her body was perfect.

  My hands and mouth took turns touching and kissing.

  My cock fucked her the way I had been wanting to for such a long time.

  And with each thrust, I fell more and more in love with her.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Emily

  What the fuck did you do?

  I leaned against the counter with the morning sun filling the apartment.

  My apartment faced east, so I got all of the sunrise and the free light until it moved to another part of the building.

  The sun’s rays were powerful, shining bright enough so that I could see dust particles floating in the beam that hit the couch.

  I bit at my left thumb nail and held a cup of coffee in my right hand.

  The coffee was long cold by now.

  I wore Liam’s navy-blue button-down shirt because it was the first shirt I found when I got out of bed this morning.

  It was more than enough to cover everything on me.

  But I knew what was under the shirt.

  Nothing.

  My body laced with the evidence of what we’d done the night before.

  Invisible yes… but I could feel it.

  I could still feel it…

  His lips moving over my right nipple. My back arching, greedily wanting him to hunger for me. His mouth opening. A growl emerging. His mouth taking my breast. All the while between my legs, his cock slamming forward, pulling back, slamming forward… taking me like he was never going to talk to me again, yet his hands touched me and held me in a way that promised this was just the beginning.

  My inner thighs trembled.

  Between my legs, I wanted more.

  I craved more.

  But what have I done?

  Liam and I were always a dream.

  We were the what could have been that never was, and that was supposed to be okay. Everyone had one of those, right? Someone you could think about for a minute to bring up the nostalgia of being younger.

  Now it was too late.

  I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

  I tried to calm the heat that was moving from my face to between my legs.

  I tried to calm my heart…

  It had been such a big day for me.

  The bakery survived without me hovering over it.

  Lucy and Ember put me on a group text at the end of the day, teasing me that the bakery ran smoother without me there.

  And then being on that stage with Carla and Faye, I told myself nothing could top that feeling.

  But there was one thing that did.

  One thing that made me feel better than playing my guitar and singing.

  “Liam,” I whispered.

  My eyes moved to the bedroom.

  Just in time to see Liam emerging from it, wearing his dress pants from yesterday. They were zipped but not closed. He yawned and reached up into the air.

  The hardness of his body was only matched by the hardness between his legs.

  I stopped biting my thumb nail and put my hand to the counter.

  For balance.

  There was a part of me that insisted it was all a dream.

  But Liam was really here.

  Messy bed head that was deadly sexy.

  Sleepy eyes that looked right at me like he wanted to fuck me again.

  “Morning, Em,” he said in a voice that sounded sleep roughened which made me casually cross my legs as I stood because… well… you know…

  My right hand started to shake as I held the coffee mug.

  There were always two sides to me…

  Right and right.

  There was never a wrong side to me.

  I didn’t want to do anything wrong to anyone. Ever.

  I stared at Liam as he walked.

  The muscles were just… they were so casual, like he didn’t realize he looked like someone spent years cutting him carefully from stone.

  That stupid V-line that women talked about… I finally understood it.

  That line on each side of his lower stomach pointed down and slowly came together as it entered his pants. I knew right where it pointed to.

  He had been in my mouth and between my legs all in one night.

  Heat rushed to my cheeks again.

  In that moment, I felt myself change.

  Right and right… was wrong and wrong.

  My conscious now consisted of an audience. As though I were some gameshow host asking for the topic of the next question to ask a celebrity. It was noisy.

  Liam didn’t help that when he walked up to me, took the coffee cup from my hand, put it on the counter, and then touched my face.

  His thumbs moved along my cheeks.

  His lips gently touched mine.

  Our morning breaths danced.

  I had a vision of him turning me around and fucking me right there at the counter.

  But my hands took the lead.

  The right lead.

  I touched his hard, sexy, beautiful, chiseled chest.

  “I can’t,” I whispered.

  “What’s wrong, Em?” Liam asked.

  I looked him in the eyes.

  “Last night was a mi
stake.”

  “Look me in the eyes and say that, babe,” Liam said.

  The words should have hurt him, but they bounced right off him.

  “Liam… I am looking you in the eyes…”

  “Then look deeper,” he said. “You’re wearing my shirt and my kisses and telling me it was a mistake?”

  “I am,” I said.

  “Do you really believe that?”

  I hesitated on the simple word of yes and I quickly turned around.

  Looking at Liam was…

  His hands touched my waist.

  I felt his body gently starting to touch mine again.

  I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

  No, Emily… you are not this person…

  But, Emily… what if you are…

  Liam turned me around.

  Excuse me - I let him turn me around.

  If I didn’t want to be turned around, I wouldn’t have been. If I didn’t want him to kiss me right then, I wouldn’t have let him.

  And if I didn’t want to kiss him back, I wouldn’t have… kissed him back…

  “How can this be a mistake, Em?” Liam whispered in between kisses.

  His right hand moved down to the bottom of his shirt that I was wearing.

  “Liam…”

  “Okay, babe, tell me what to do,” he whispered. His lips moved along my neck to my left ear. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. Tell me you don’t want me to taste you right now.”

  I swallowed hard. I put my head back. “Oh, fuck, Liam…”

  “That’s right,” he said. “It’s been so long, babe. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue right now?”

  The words hit my ears, making me blush at how blunt they were.

  There was no dancing around it… and in my mind… picturing it…

  His fingertips rested at my inner thigh, waiting for my answer.

  I reached down and grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to my body.

  Two fingers touched between my legs.

  Liam groaned. “Yes, babe…”

  He kissed my neck as his fingers enjoyed making playful circles, opening my folds, testing my body, seeking my clit, and not only finding it, but making circles there too.

  I dug my heels into the kitchen floor and sucked in a breath as chills spread throughout my body, colliding with the heat.

  My body was almost confused on what to think or feel…

  All the while Liam had slowly begun to kiss down my chest.

  When the shirt was becoming obviously in his way, his left hand opened one button at a time. As his hand moved to the next button, his lips kissed new, exposed skin.

  I opened my mouth and had no words, air, nothing…

  His fingers rolled over my clit, forcing my hips to buck with agreement.

  My breasts were full, tender, aching to be touched and kissed.

  Yet Liam kissed a straight line down my body, turning me on, pissing me off, torturing me all at once.

  His shirt was fully open on me as he fell to his knees. My legs were open for him, my hands reaching back for the counter to keep myself balanced as I moved my hips forward, inviting him to have me.

  That same line of kisses continued… down under my belly button… down to my soft mound… his hands moving from between my legs to the back of my legs…

  As Liam dipped his mouth to my center, I managed to sigh.

  I couldn’t stop from staring down at him, watching and feeling as his tongue flicked against my clit almost instantly.

  I groaned and jumped forward, needing more.

  Liam’s hands moved up to my ass, kneading into my skin, keeping my body tight against his mouth.

  Liam began to kiss, tease and flirt, then actually pulled away with a wet sound that made me blush.

  He looked up at me and grinned.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered.

  “Still think this is a mistake, babe?” he asked.

  I gritted my teeth. “I hate you right now.”

  “But…?”

  “Finish me right now,” I said.

  I had no idea what broke inside me. An old, dusty switch was turned on. Maybe one that was never used before. My right hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against my pussy. I was in control just as much as he was.

  His tongue went back to work, knowing right where to hit to make me come.

  I felt the trail of kisses he left from my neck down to between my legs.

  Standing in my kitchen, in the morning, wearing his shirt, knowing on some level this had to be wrong… but it just…

  “Right there,” I groaned.

  I picked up my left leg and moved it over Liam’s shoulder. My head fell back and I cried out with pleasure.

  I wasn’t sure I could think of a better way to start a morning.

  I looked at Liam’s shirt on the bed and smiled.

  I looked at the messy bed and already knew I wasn’t going to make it.

  What I didn’t look at was what was behind me.

  That was Liam, coming closer to me again.

  His hands touched my shoulders and eased around to the front of my body.

  I was fully dressed (finally). He was too, minus the shirt on my bed.

  As his strong arms hugged me, I felt myself easing back, melting into his hold.

  “I know you’re still thinking about it,” he whispered.

  “About what?” I asked.

  “What you said before. Our mistake here.”

  I sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that…”

  “I know,” he said. “I know what you meant too. It’s who you are, Em.”

  “And what does that mean?”

  “I want you to stand up for yourself right now,” he whispered. “Not as me being some kind of hero, but as you being the strong and beautiful woman I know you are.”

  “It’s a lot to take in, Liam,” I confessed. “What this feels like. What it implies…”

  “I don’t think it implies anything other than what we want,” he said. “Someone else out there… someone in Boston… if that’s what you’re worried about… that person is doing what they want. So am I. And so should you.”

  I nudged away from Liam and turned around. “I am. This is exactly what I want to do.”

  He slowly smiled.

  “Don’t fucking smile either,” I said. “I’ll kick you out.”

  “You’re done with me?”

  “That’s right. I got what I wanted. Bye.”

  “I thought we had something, Em.”

  “Nope. Nice dick. Now you can leave.”

  Liam looked devilish in black pants and a white t-shirt.

  I took a few breaths to keep myself from jumping into his arms again.

  “I’m keeping that shirt too,” I said. “A symbol of my conquest.”

  “Do you have a box full of dress shirts from guys you’ve slept with?” Liam asked.

  “A box? I have a storage unit.”

  “Damn, babe,” Liam said. “Good for you.”

  I opened my mouth to keep our little banter going, but Liam moved at me.

  His hands to my face, his lips to my lips.

  Kissing me like… whoa.

  It was a short-lived kiss, but it packed a big punch.

  I blinked fast and couldn’t find my breath.

  “Just keep going, Em,” Liam whispered. “Stand up for yourself. Be yourself. There’s a way to give and take at the same time. I know you’ll find it. I’ve always believed in you, babe. And this is not a mistake.”

  I shut my eyes and felt like I could cry.

  Stupid Liam.

  He was lucky I loved him.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Liam

  I walked out of the bathroom with a small cloud of steam behind me.

  My hands balled up into tight fists, my eyes looking around the apartment, everything in me wishing I was back at Emily’s place.

  This apartment was fanc
y.

  Too fancy.

  The kind of place where everything looked perfect and could never be touched.

  It had the allure of two lawyers who lived together, but weren’t really together.

  Emily’s place was cozy. It was more like a home. All its flaws made it that way too. The old building. The old brick. The sounds and smells. The old windows.

  It was just…

  I knew I had to get out of this place.

  One way or another I had to be done with it.

  Of course, the timing was terrible.

  Miranda and I were locked into a lease that would be a pain in the ass to break. Then again, it was nothing a boat load of money wouldn’t fix. At this point, I would gladly pay out the rest of the lease just to be done with the place. Or pay someone to sublet it.

  I skipped going to the bedroom and went to the kitchen instead.

  For as much as I wanted things to be completely severed with Miranda, time had a strange way of twisting our lives together more than I cared to admit. It wasn’t like two people dating who decided not to date anymore.

  I sighed as I picked up the engagement ring off the counter.

  I took a few seconds to really think about it. To study it. To feel something.

  All I saw…

  Emily.

  What it could have and should have been all along.

  Emily sitting across from me at that table, eating the food that could have been at my wedding. Emily picking out the flowers that could have been at my wedding.

  My heart squeezed because I felt nothing for the other side of the equation.

  I put the ring in the junk drawer.

  I thought about calling or texting Miranda.

  I had never had an engagement relationship end before so I wasn’t sure of the rules here.

  Truthfully, the last thing I wanted to do was call her.

  Sooner rather than later we’d have to figure out all the pieces of our lives that touched.

  Until then…

  “Fuck it,” I whispered.

  I walked to the bedroom to get dressed.

  The bed was made.

  There was a certain order for the pillows, blankets and all of that.

  I put my clothes out on the bed and looked around once again.

  Everything I owned was here yet it didn’t feel like home at all.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for my phone.