by A. J. Macey
I stood there awkwardly, watching Liam storm back over to me. He seemed mad as he glared out around other cars, bending down to check under each one. It only took him a couple seconds to get back to me, but it felt like an eternity.
“Let's go before anyone else decides to come,” he instructed, guiding me back into his car. I could hear what he was saying to me, but I couldn't process it. It sounded like gibberish as I sank into the passenger seat, but I didn’t fight him or his bossiness.
It all happened so fast and I hadn't even seen it coming. I knew what kind of trouble I was in, it was hard not to, but that was closer than I had ever hoped to be to getting found by the Phantoms.
It seemed like in a blink of an eye we pulled into Liam's home. I couldn't bring myself to get out of the car though, frozen in place.
Next thing I knew, I was cradled in Liam's arms as he carried me inside. He didn't say anything as he took me into the master suite and set me on the bathroom counter. Everything blurred together while I sat there. I didn't say anything. I didn’t move, my body locked in a worried loop.
It wasn't until the sting of the antiseptic that I finally came to. He was dabbing a sprayed cloth on my eyebrow, trying to clean the cut I’d sustained. I tried to pull away, but with his free hand he captured the back of my head gently as he held me still.
“Almost done,” he reassured me, patting the injury a few more times. “We're going to need to put some Steri-Strips on it,” he explained, eyeing it once it was completely clean. I could feel it still bleeding, the warm liquid trailing down my eyebrow once more once the cloth was no longer against my skin. “I'll wait to change it up until after you get a shower, and—”
“What?” Why would I need a shower?
“Because you're covered in dust and dirt and scrapes.” I hadn’t realized I’d asked the question out loud.
Looking down, I noted my new shorts and tee were rumpled, torn in a few places, and dirty. Apparently, my body had taken more damage than I realized during my attempt to fight off my attacker.
“Oh,” I murmured.
“I'll be right back with another pack of wipes to clean out the scrapes,” he told me, shifting out of his crouched position. “You get undressed and get ready for your shower, okay?” He angled my head with the hand that was still holding onto me so I would look in his eyes.
His expression was cold and dark, but I could see the fear and anger in his deep blue depths. Liam was shaken about what had happened and if his possessive grip tangled in my hair said anything, he was just as concerned about losing me as I was of being taken.
A simple nod was my response; I didn’t trust myself to say anything. He was the only solid thing I had in my currently uprooted life. But even with that reminder, I couldn't stop thinking about him as I undressed. I had just dropped my last piece of clothing into a pile when the door opened once more.
“All right, I have the rest of the supplies…” he started, trailing off when he saw that I was naked. Normally, I would have covered myself, gave a snarky remark, or yelled at him to leave the bathroom. But as I stood there, trembling after everything, I didn't allow myself to think, only to react.
Stepping forward the last couple of feet to where he stood stone still, I grabbed his shirt tightly, popped onto my toes, and kissed him.
Liam
Harper’s lips were soft and tentative, but she held tightly to my shirt, as if I was the only thing keeping her steady. My brain was screaming to walk away, but I refused to listen, tangling my fingers into her messy blonde tresses that had fallen from her ponytail during the scuffle. I’d almost lost her, and I wasn’t going to let a moment like this slip away from me.
She tasted like coffee and mint, her kisses growing more confident as soon as I grabbed hold of her. White knuckled fists strangled the soft material of my shirt, but I didn’t move to dislodge her. Not yet anyway.
Walking her backwards, I guided the two of us toward the shower without breaking our kiss. I yanked open the glass door and turned the knob, the sound of the water filling the bathroom. Soft curves pressing into my stomach and chest made my cock throb behind the tight confines of my jeans, aching to sink in to her. To feel her fingers wrapped around me.
Unable to take it anymore, I scooped her up. She pulled back and yelped adorably, her eyes sparkling wildly as I set her on the counter. I didn’t give her time to move or squirm before I had her luscious thighs pried apart. Soaking wet all for me. I nearly groaned as I eyed her slick pussy. More, my body seemed to chant. I could savor her naked body later, because right then I needed her on my tongue, to taste if she was as sweet as she looked.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, jolting as I swirled my tongue over her soft skin and sensitive bud.
She tasted even better than I had imagined, slightly salty sweet, and so wet that I felt my chin grow slick. But I wanted more, she would come on my tongue before doing so on my cock, my erection growing painfully hard as she gripped my head to help me still.
It was hard to hold back. I wanted to devour her, to hear her scream, but she was also injured, so I forced myself to keep my grip on her thighs looser than I would have liked. One of these days though, she’d get exactly what I had in mind, but for now I released one luscious thigh and slipped a finger in. Soft whimpers echoed around the room, slowly growing louder and more frantic with each lap of my tongue and thrust of my finger. Her legs began to tremble, tightening around my head as she neared her release.
“Liam, I’m going to—” She gasped, her statement ending in a pleasured cry as she came.
Without slowing my pace, I continued to suck on her clit until she came down from her high.
“Holy…” she breathed, slumping back against the foggy mirror as I stood up. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were glazed.
“Oh, you don’t think I’m done yet, do you?” I murmured, shaking my head. “No, no, Harper. I have plenty more in store for you.”
So much more.
10
Harper
His gaze sparked as he talked, his pupils dilating further. Fuck. I whimpered. Liam being all hot and dominant would have made my knees weak if I’d been standing. Which I didn’t know I could even do at that point after the intensity of the orgasm that had just ripped through me.
Still wanting more despite that, I sat forward and snagged the hem of his T-shirt to pull him flush against the counter and me. Our kisses this time were filled with fire and passion, as if we couldn’t get enough. His mouth was slick with my cum, only adding to how horny I was. All I wanted right then was Liam stripped bare, so I shoved the soft material of his shirt up. Breaking our kiss for only a moment, he reached up and yanked his shirt off, discarding it haphazardly over his shoulder. Holy…
He was even better than I had remembered from that morning now that I could take the time to appreciate it. Tanned skin taut over a sculpted chest and cut abdomen, and I couldn’t stop myself from tracing down the dips of his muscles. Before I could reach the top of his pants, Liam kissed me again, his movements forceful and heated. I made quick work of the belt and jeans that were straining against his hard cock, needing to feel him inside me.
Once the buckle, button, and zipper were open, I slipped my hand under his boxers and gripped his length. He groaned at my frantic movements, his fingers tensing on my thighs as he nipped my lower lip.
“If you don’t get those pants off soon, I’m going to rip them off of you,” I told him breathlessly.
Chuckling, he stepped back from me and shucked the last pieces of clothing. My eyes immediately went to his thick cock but there was something that made me tilt my head in question.
“Is that… a tattoo?” I pointed to the dark script on the side of his shaft.
“Yeah,” he stated, rubbing the back of his head. “Lost a bet to my brothers. It says King,” he explained further when I cocked a brow in a silent question.
“Of course you did,” I said, crooking a finger so he would come closer. �
�You can tell me all about that story later. Right now, I have something else in mind than just a tattoo.”
Liam’s deep blue eyes heated and he lifted me back off the counter. When I wrapped my legs around his waist, he pushed into me deliciously, making me moan at each roll of his cock against my clit.
“Baby, if you keep making those sounds, I’m going to fuck you right up against this wall and not even make it to the shower,” he ground out.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I prodded, rolling my hips forward. A deep growl rumbled against my chest and in a blink of an eye, I was pressed flush against the tiled wall and the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance.
“If that’s what you want, Baby,” Liam murmured, thrusting into me in one smooth movement.
My eyes rolled back at the stretch, my body quickly accommodating his size. Everything within me burned, scorching high enough that I thought I would combust and we had only started. Liam wasn’t soft in his movements, fucking me roughly with a hard and fast pace. We were both breathing heavily, a slight sheen of sweat beading on our bodies in the humid bathroom making the two of us rub against each other. With each bounce, my nipples hardened against his warm chest.
“Liam,” I moaned, clawing at his shoulders as I neared the edge. The grip he had on my ass to keep me up tightened, the possessive hold making me gasp. But before I could come, Liam bottomed out and held steady.
“Liam,” I said again, this time in a soft whine as I pried my eyes open to look at him. The intensity in his gaze took my breath away, like an animal barely holding itself back. His muscles rippled as I watched him. “Please.”
A tiny grin quirked up and he kissed me, silencing the soft yell that escaped when he pulled me away from the wall. Somehow without looking, he was able to maneuver us into the large walk-in shower. The water was warm, but each step shifted his cock within me and made me shiver.
“I’m going to put you down, okay?” He spoke against my lips, laughing when I stuck my lower lip out. “Don’t worry, Baby, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
“If you must,” I whispered, shivering as he pulled out. Unwrapping my legs from his hips, I stood. I was slightly shaky when I put my feet down on the tile, but thankfully I stayed upright. Liam’s arms never left my waist, his hands running up and down my back before grabbing one ass cheek tightly. Now that I was standing, I realized how much taller than me he was since he had to dip down to kiss me. It was weird, but I found myself loving it.
Before I could grab his cock to tease him for leaving me hanging, he spun me around and maneuvered me until I was braced against the tile wall of the shower. He didn’t talk or hesitate, lining up and rocking back into me. Since he had pulled out before I’d gotten off, my pussy was responsive, almost painfully sensitized, but it only added to the pleasure rolling through me.
This time, while he wasn’t soft in his fucking, he was slow. Pounding into me forcefully at a pace that made my toes curl, aching for more. With the intense sensations pulsing through me, I felt my release building quickly. Trembling, I felt my legs give as it slammed down on me. Wave after wave of scorching need seared every nerve in my body, but Liam didn’t stop, fucking me through the orgasm and to the brink once more.
He was ruthless and I was at his mercy. Moans and pleasured cries echoed around the room, but I had no idea what I was saying. All there was in that moment, was his cock pounding into me, his possessive grip on my hips holding me upright, and my third orgasm building.
“Fuck,” Liam ground out, reaching forward and tangling one hand into my hair. Tugging, he pulled me off the wall so he could kiss and nibble my neck.
“Come for me, Harper,” he murmured, his command pushing me over the edge one final time. I spasmed, leaning against his strong chest as he pulled out, thick ropes of cum spurting onto the shower floor.
“Wow,” I breathed, my body so completely spent that I had no idea if I’d even be able to shower or wash myself.
“I’m glad I lived up to your expectations,” he said quietly, kissing my shoulder blade and releasing my hair. “Now, let me see.”
My brows knitted together and I glanced up at him. “See what? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen everything at this point.”
“I mean let me see your scrapes,” he clarified, shifting my arm to look at my knuckles. “Need to make sure they’re washed out so we can bandage them up properly.”
There wasn’t time for me to say anything before he leaned out of the shower and grabbed some soap. I watched curiously as he uncapped it and started to wash each scrape or injury I’d gotten in the scuffle earlier. It was odd, to see him shift from sexy and dominant to gentle and caring. I felt my heart squeeze and a burst of butterflies spread in my stomach.
“Okay, I think that’s it. Did you want to wash your hair or anything?” he asked, and I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. He shut off the water and stepped out to grab us towels.
As he had worked, all sorts of fuzzy, warm emotions worked through me and I was very aware the two of us—strangers thrown together in the worst circumstances—were standing naked in the shower together. Not that I was complaining, I thought, eyeing his cock as it slowly ticked back to life as he came over.
“All right, you go get changed for bed and try and get some rest,” he instructed, but I narrowed my eyes on him. “What?”
“But I’m not tired,” I explained, the insinuation heavy in my words. He didn’t say anything as he stared, but his pupils blew out wide and he scooped me up again. The movement made me giggle as I clung to him. Anticipation built within me as he carried me into the bedroom and toward his king-sized bed.
“You’ll definitely be tired by the time I’m done with you, Baby.”
I certainly hope so.
Liam
It’d been four days since Harper's attempted kidnapping and our several hour sex fest, and thankfully, there had been no more attempts on her life or the Phantoms trying to snatch her up. I’d been hard at work in my office researching into who could have been behind the murder and after her, but when I wasn’t, I’d found myself wanting to be around Harper. Because between the two of us, though, things had started to heat up.
She was flouncing around the kitchen singing songs softly and making breakfast when I walked in. Watching her move and dance, I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms, smirking that she had no clue I was there. It was quite a miracle to see her stay so bright and cheery, despite the gloomy realization that, even with my contacts working day and night, we hadn't found anything of use.
I knew it had something to do with the man that they had killed and his job of being an accountant. We just hadn't been able to put two and two together quite yet, but I was hopeful we would have news today or tomorrow from the Auckland Kings’ tech team.
“Oh, good morning!” she exclaimed when she finally saw me standing there, a bright smile spreading over her face. Ever since that night when she kissed me, the arguing between the two of us seemed to fall to the wayside. Though her sassy mouth certainly hadn’t slowed.
“Morning,” I greeted, stepping farther into the kitchen. “What's for breakfast?” She turned around to face me fully and flashed me a sassy grin.
“Who says any of this is for you?” she asked, waving the spatula at the various food cooking.
“Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe you're going to be able to eat all of that,” I drew out with a brow raise. She shrugged before turning back to the stove to flip the pancakes.
“Maybe I could, you don't know. Gotta keep these curves somehow,” she joked, shaking her ass. I bit my lip to keep from growing hard. The little mischievous glint in her eyes as she glanced over at me told me she knew exactly what she was doing. We hadn't exactly had a chance to talk about what had happened between us, but it was pretty clear where we were going.
Despite not having fucked anymore, she continued to stay in my bed and curl up to fall asleep, our eyes trailing over each ot
her whenever we were in the same room. Touches here and there, mine over her ass or hips, or her leaning in and pressing her chest against me. Each brief moment was slowly working its way through the cold exterior that I tried so hard to keep, but something about her was addictive and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more.
“Fine, fine,” she gave in, cutting into the swirl of thoughts in my head. “I'm making pancakes, eggs, and I cut up some fresh fruit.”
“Sounds good,” I told her, stepping up behind her, unable to keep my hands off of her any longer. She was wearing a pair of boy short panties and a loose T-shirt, the sight absolutely delectable and my hunger had nothing to do with the delicious smells wafting through the kitchen. Grabbing hold of her waist, I pulled her back into me. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I think I can go for something sweet for dessert.”
It was cheesy, but I didn't care.
“If you're good,” she murmured, sticking her ass out and rubbing against me with a brief shake. Just as I went to turn her around and kiss the bloody hell out of her, she darted away to grab something out of the fridge, giggling all the while.
“Tease,” I called.
“Of course I am,” she agreed confidently. “What else do you expect? It's hard not to when you come in looking like that.” Harper started waving the spatula at me this time, her free hand digging around in the fridge. She pulled out some whipped cream as I glanced down at myself.
“Looking like what?” I was just in a pair of gray sweats and a black T-shirt. She chose not to answer me, throwing me a look to convey it was a dumb question that I should have known the answer to.
“Do you need any help?” I redirected, knowing she wouldn’t tell me the reasoning. Sexy but stubborn.
