Crying out in pleasure, I bite my lip to try and stop the loud scream that I can feel bubbling up in the back of my throat, because God, this man knows how to work my body. Placing his thumb on my bottom lip, he pulls it down, releasing it from the confines of my teeth.
“Don’t ever hide what I do to you Duchess, let everyone hear how hard I make you come. Knowing how much you love my dick only turns me on even more.”
Well, if he doesn’t care, why should I?
Letting all my inhibitions go, I throw my head back and on his next slow but hard thrust of his hips, I scream for almighty God as I come around his cock.
After our hot and sweaty, yet soft love making, we’ve curled up in each other’s arms. Just lying on the bed, enjoying each other’s company before the madness of the show starts. Lifting my head from his shoulder where I’ve made myself comfortable for the last twenty minutes or so, I prop my head in my hand and look at him. His eyes are closed and his breathing is normal, so I can’t tell if he’s fallen asleep or not. Either way I’m taking this chance to take him all in, to etch his beauty into my brain for when he finds out the truth and walks away from me. It hits me then that he and Bethany are so much alike, it’s scary.
They both suck their lips when they sleep, they both prefer the right side of the bed and they both lay with one arm above their heads.
“You’re staring Duchess.” He cracks one eye open, making me jump in the process.
“And you're a dick, don’t make me jump like that, you scared the ever-living shit out of me.” My hand goes to my chest and I can feel my heart racing.
Quickly sitting up, he manages to roll me so I’m on my back and kisses me.
“Aww, did I scare you babe? Do you want me to make it up to you?” he asks, trying his damn hardest not to laugh. Just as I’m about to give my answer, there’s a loud bang on the bedroom door.
“Yo, knobby. It’s time. Get your dick out of Mel and be downstairs in fifteen before Connor chops your balls off,” Max shouts through the door, making us both laugh at his words.
“Rain check on the sex?” he asks.
“I guess, you’ll just have to give it to me even better when you get back,” I say with a smirk.
“Cheeky,” he replies, as he removes himself from my body and smacks my arse as he heads to the bathroom.
The smile I currently have on my face is a permanent fixture for the following three months, that is until we return to London.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Liam
Three Months Later.
Falling in love with Melissa Wright is not what I had anticipated the day she rocked up at Connor’s house for her job interview, but I did, and for the last three months I’ve never been happier. Makes me sound like a pussy, I know, but it’s true. She makes me laugh and smile every day, I’m a better person with her around. I know she has her insecure days, where she thinks I’m only with her because she’s the closest thing I have left Steph, but I soon reassure her in my own special way that what we have is nothing like what I had with her sister. I’ve realised over the last three months that my relationship with Steph was just puppy love, we were kids trying to be in an adult relationship. There’s no doubt in my mind, even if I had stayed all those years ago, I know we wouldn’t have lasted, we would have gotten on each other’s nerves, argued a shit tonne and split up eventually. I’m still gutted that she died, she didn’t deserve that, she was one of the kindest people I knew back then, but I know that Mel is my soulmate – my future.
Having Mel on tour has made the experience that much more amazing – we’ve travelled and seen things together. When I wasn’t on stage or she wasn’t with Syren, we spent all our spare time together or hanging out with the others. She’s fitted in perfectly with everyone, the girls have even taken her under their wing and on their shopping trips showed her how to piss the reporters off – let them come close enough to be able to kick one in the bollocks, the others soon fuck off after that. It was funny, when Allie and Karina told us what they did, we all thought it was genius, that was until they showed Mel. I don’t want those creeps anywhere near her, but I know I can’t be with her all the time, so at least I know the girls have her back for when we aren’t together.
I’ve even taken the steps to have the rest of the ripped wallpaper, in my ‘Stephanie room’, pulled down and replaced, I’ve got a discreet decorator coming in next week to do it all for me. If I have any chance of making my relationship with Mel work, then I have to get rid of my past and concentrate on my future. The wallpaper is the last link I have to Steph; besides the memories I have of her, which will always be there, just like Mel has her memories too.
Once the wallpaper is gone, I'm having the whole room redesigned too.
My new start, starts right now, right here.
We’ve just landed back in London after a hectic three months on the road. Allie and Connor have decided that Mel is worth her weight in gold and have given her a permanent job with them, apparently Syren has grown attached to her.
Him and me both.
Luckily for the sake of my balls, Clarissa wasn’t our flight attendant, and something tells me she won't be again, from here on out. I must admit I was slightly shitting myself in case she was.
The entire flight back from Croatia I kept looking at Mel, hoping she would see the hunger in my eyes and let me introduce her to the mile-high club, but I knew she wouldn’t do it whilst we were all together.
Sitting in the car that was waiting for us when we hit the tarmac, I take her delicate hand in mine and kiss her knuckles.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place? I’ll cook.” I try my hardest to persuade her, yet nothing is working, even my cooking skills.
Laughing at my attempt to get her alone, she finally answers.
“Liam, we’ve just spent the last twelve weeks living in hotels. You’re used to it, I’m not quite there yet. I just want to go home and have a long soak in the bath before crashing in my own bed. I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The second she mentions having a soak in the bath, my dick takes notice and all my thoughts are now of her naked and wet, but she has a point, she’s not yet used to this life. She still has a lot to come to terms with, now there’ll be a lot of changes for her too, so I've got to give her space, and more importantly time. I’m just being selfish at the minute, and my hard-on, just isn't helping the matter. Then there's the thought of not having her curled up next to me, after the last three months of being inseparable. It's going to kill me.
I know, I’m being a pussy. The guys would have a vagina tattooed on me if they knew what was going on in my head. Sighing, I relent. Me moaning isn’t going to get her to change her mind.
“Right, okay. You win, but I want you at mine first thing in the morning, I want to cook you breakfast instead of that shitty hotel crap you’ve had to live on.”
“At the promise of food, I shall be there.” She smirks, before leaning over to me and placing a light kiss on my cheek.
“Eww, you two are gross. I swear there’s nothing more nauseating than watching you pair drool all over each other,” Max spits from his seat.
We both laugh, as I give him the finger.
“You know one day Max you're going to fall in love, finding your one true love that you can’t live without,” Mel tells him.
“Yeah, okay, but I don’t think so somehow. Love isn’t on the cards for someone like me, my life is good just the way it is thanks,” he scoffs, brushing her off.
We both look at each other before shrugging our shoulders, I guess it's his life, he's free to live it how he wants, but we’ll always be there for him if he needs us.
Eventually we pull up outside Mel’s house and she gets out of the car. Deciding to spend that little bit more time with her I help Vin get her things from the boot of the car and walk her to her door. Pulling her into my arms, I give it one last attempt to change her mind.
“Are you
sure I can’t convince you to spend the night with me in my bed?” I give her a cheeky wink, at the same time I thrust my hips forward so she can feel the semi I have going on in my jeans.
“I’ll see you in the morning Liam,” she laughs, then gives me a peck on the lips before letting herself into her house.
“Oh, Duchess, before you go. I want you to have this, you know, just in case you change your mind and fancy surprising me.” I give her a cheeky smile, at the same time I pull my keys from the pocket of my jeans, pulling off one of the spare keys to my house.
“Oh, wow. Thank you.” The look on her face is priceless. “Are you sure about this Liam? It’s still early days for us.”
“I’m giving you a front door key Mel, I’m not exactly asking you to marry me and have a dozen of my babies.” Then like I’ve hit a nerve; her face goes so white you’d think a vampire had sucked all the blood from her.
“I… I know. I… It’s just I’ve never done this before,” she stutters out.
“Well, you are now, so take it and use it any time you want.”
Placing the metal in her hand, I curl her fingers around it, lean into her, kissing her plump lips then leave her standing there. Walking back to the car, I have the biggest smile on my face. My life is actually perfect right now.
Little did I know that less than twelve hours later, my life would never be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Melissa
Could my life get any better than this. I’ve got the best job I could have ever asked for, which is now a permanent contract, thank god. I’ve gotten so close to the family, it would break my heart to say goodbye.
Allie and Connor are just the best employers to work for and their little boy is just amazing. Syren and I have a special bond, one that I don’t think can ever be broken – at least I hope not, but I guess only time will tell.
Also, I got to see parts of the world that I never dreamed or thought I would, and on top of all that, I got to spend some serious time with Liam. I got to watch him do what he loves the most, where he’s most at peace with himself. Behind his drums. The man amazes me, watching him play was out of this world. I now understand why he’s always shirtless and extremely sweaty when he plays, he puts everything he has into it- looking rather sexy whist he’s at it. They’re his babies, and no-one's going to take them from him.
When I’ve not been working, the time we’ve spent together has been out of this world. He’s been attentive, always making sure I’m okay and that I’m happy. He’s done nothing but bend over backwards for me. Not only him, but the whole of the Syren family, from Allie and Connor, to Karina, Johnny and Max. They’ve all made me so welcome and have taken me under their wing as one of their own, which makes me feel like complete shit. I’m not only keeping the biggest secret ever from Liam, I’m now, also keeping it from them, because they are his family. In the end, I’m gonna lose them all, not just Liam, but I’ve decided that I have to sit down and tell him everything, sooner rather than later.
Since we landed back in London, he’s tried his hardest to get me to stay at his house with him, and my god do I want to, but I need some space. I need to seriously think over what I’m going to say to him. How I’m going to tell him that Steph gave birth to his child and that she’s his twin in every way. A child that I’ve been keeping it from him, because I’m a selfish cow, who is afraid of losing him.
We’ve finally arrived in front of my house, Liam still trying to convince me to stay with him. I stand firm on my decision, I can’t give into him, even though every nerve ending in my body is screaming at me to give him what he wants.
Pulling me in for a mouth-watering kiss, I almost cave, but he admits defeat before I get the chance to say, ‘screw it’ and jump on him. When he pulls away from me and goes into the pocket of his jeans, after I’ve told him I’ll see him in the morning, my heart stops. All breathing ceased. When I see him pull his keys from his pocket, I immediately know what he’s going to do. This can’t be happening.
“Oh, Duchess, before you go. I want you to have this, you know, just in case you change your mind and fancy surprising me.” The cheeky smile on his face, tells me he’s not joking around. I stand there mute at first, I can’t seem to find the right words to say, but I know I have to say something.
“Oh, Wow. Thank you.” Is all I manage to get out. I can feel the colour draining from my face with each passing second. It’s like I’ve got an angel on one shoulder and the devil sitting on the other, one is jumping up and down with glee that this is happening. I’m finally getting the relationship I’ve always wanted, but the other is whispering, ‘Don’t do it Mel, you’re only going to break his heart in the long run, and shatter your own heart completely, quit while you’re ahead.’
Instead of listening to either one, I go straight down the middle.
“Are you sure about this Liam? It’s still early days for us.”
“I’m giving you a front door key Mel, I’m not exactly asking you to marry me and have a dozen of my babies,” he fires back at me.
My stomach catapults itself into my throat.
Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick.
Pushing the bile that’s rising up, back down, I stutter like a complete idiot.
“I… I know. I… It’s just I’ve never done this before.”
“Well, you are now, so take it and use it any time you want,” he retorts, not giving me a chance to argue any further.
Putting the offending item into the palm of my hand, I watch as he closes my fingers around it before leaning in and giving me a kiss. Before I know it, he’s turned back around and is striding down my path, leaving me feeling more guilty than ever before. Taking a step back, I close the door slowly watching the car that’s carrying the man I love more than anything, away from me. He’s so happy right now and I’m gonna be the bitch that splits his heart in two. The thought of doing it is killing me on the inside, but it's something I have to do. I’m going to have to do it quickly, just like ripping off a plaster, quick and painless, but the difference is it’s going to be very painful, not just for him but for me too. There will be no coming back from this for me, he’s the one, and no-one will ever measure up to him. It’s just the way life goes I guess, you can’t win them all, but Bethany needs her father in her life. If I don’t tell him, then I’m taking her choice to get to know him away from her as well, and I won’t allow my selfishness to stop that from happening. I’ll sacrifice anything for Bethany if I have to.
Going into the living room, I crash onto the sofa not giving a shit that I have a mountain of washing to do, or the fact that I more than likely stink from travelling all day, because my mind is one hundred percent on Liam.
I knew my time with him was limited from the start, I guess I just wanted there to be a way I could drop the bombshell on him and get to keep him in the process. Coming to the conclusion that scenario just isn’t going to happen, I drag my weary body off the sofa and head to my bedroom.
I need sleep, my brain is fried.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I notice my fist is still tightly clenched around the key. I’ve held it so tight, that I’ve got indentations from my nails embedded into my palm, along with the shape of the key. Opening my hand, I see the metal gleaming at me, tormenting me. It’s like it knows it’s going to be handed back to its owner first thing in the morning. It’s then, the tears start to fall, I couldn’t stop them even if I tried, as guttural sobs burst from me. The lump in my throat is clogging my airway, making it difficult to breathe, but still they flow.
The rain pelting against my bedroom window wakes me up from the restless sleep I’ve had. All night, I’ve done nothing but toss and turn, my mind unable to switch off. I lay on my bed, still wearing my creased, travel worn clothes, with dry tear stains on my face, just staring into thin air. The whole night, I kept Liam's front door key clutched in my hand, because it may sound fucked up, but it allowed me to pretend, even if it was just
for a short while.
Today’s the day.
Today is the day, I give my niece what she’s always wanted. A loving, living parent.
Stretching my stiff body, I lift my arms above my head and groan. All I’m doing is delaying the inevitable.
After a quick freshen up in the bathroom and a quick change of clothes, I’m out the door and hot footing it down my path to try and grab a cab, not caring that it’s only seven am. I come to a sudden halt, when in front of me is my car and stuck to the windshield is a small brown envelope with my name on it.
Snatching it off the glass, I quickly peel it open and pull the contents out. Along with the spare car key I left at Allie and Connors, is a note.
Duchess,
I hope you don’t mind, but I got Vin to bring your baby back to you, I know how you hate public transport.
L x
My heart breaks with his thoughtfulness, but I can’t let this stop me. I’m a woman on a mission and I must complete it. Fuck the consequences, I know the outcome anyway, even if I don’t want to believe it. It’s inevitable, it’s going to happen no matter what I do.
Unlocking the car, I shove the note in the back pocket of my jeans along with Liam's key and climb in. A small bubble of laughter breaks from my lips when I realise how far my seat is from the wheel. The thought of Vin with his extremely long legs behind my wheel is amusing. Shaking that thought away, I adjust my seat and start the engine. I have one destination in my mind and no fucker is going to stop me from getting there. The quicker this is over with, the quicker I can come back and wallow in self-pity.
Syren's Rebirth (Syren Series) Page 13
