by Brenda Trim
“You want poetry? I’ll give you my finest,” he offered, lip curling as his gray eyes stole her breath. “I’m going to pin your nude body to my bedroom wall because you’re a fucking masterpiece that should be worshiped,” he growled, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Moisture pooled between her legs. No man had ever talked to her like that, with such desire. She had no idea that when she decided to rescue this man from captivity that she would end up being the one saved.
Her life had been uninteresting and routine. She’d never experienced such raw sexual attraction with any man. With Lawson, she was uninhibited and passionate. Liv wanted him to fulfill every wicked fantasy she’d ever imagined and she wanted to fulfill his every whim.
As they finished putting their clothes on and climbed onto the ATV, she leaned in and whispered, “Screw the food. Take me to your bed and fuck me senseless.”
A growl rumbled in his throat. “Liv, I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promised, liquid pools of silver stimulating her ardor.
Was that even possible? God, she hoped so.
17
Liv’s eyes cracked open, darkness surrounding her. Glancing at the clock, she noted it was 6 am, her typical wake-up time. But today was Saturday, and she had no plans on going into the office. Movement at her back reminded her why. Lawson’s muscular arm draped across her body and his leg twined with hers. She didn’t want to move or disturb his sleep, but she had to pee something fierce.
Carefully worming out of his hold, she slipped off the bed and stood up. Pain shot through her legs, and she had to sit back down. Every single muscle in her body ached, especially her inner thighs and between her legs.
Trying again, she mentally prepared herself for the discomfort and this time it was tolerable. Slowly walking to the bathroom, she couldn’t help but smile about the reason for her soreness.
She and Lawson had spent the rest of the afternoon and all night making love. No, making love didn’t do it justice. It was wild sex at its finest. It had to be the best fuck-a-thon known to man.
There wasn’t a position they hadn’t been in or a spot in his room that wasn’t christened from their liaison. She flipped the light switch, looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and laughed out loud.
Her long hair was a hot mess, shooting in every direction. Her face and skin were flushed, partly from her day in the sun and partly from the continued rush of heated blood through her body. She had never felt so alive in her entire life.
She used the toilet then washed her hands and face before smoothing her locks as best she could. Glancing at her nude form, she realized it was the first time in her life she had slept completely naked.
It was typically t-shirt and panties or when she was in a relationship, maybe a silk nightie for sex appeal. But never naked. She always felt that was unsanitary. But last night with Lawson she hadn’t wanted any barrier between their bodies, not even her lacy panties.
God, what he did to her. She had never felt so wanton and wicked, and she loved it.
Quietly walking back to the bed, she slipped under the sheet and curled into his warmth. He moaned, pulling her close and she breathed in his manly scent. The room was dark but her eyes adjusted, and she could just make out his features.
Reaching up, she gently caressed his cheek, feeling the stubble across his jaw and chin. He was so ruggedly handsome. A small lift to his mouth told her he was aware even though his eyes remained closed.
Trailing a hand down his strong neck, she explored his muscular chest. A small patch of hair separated his pectorals and trailed down to his belly button, and she recalled how he’d groaned when she licked her way down his stomach.
Her cheeks heated as she thought of the other places she licked. She wrapped her arm around Lawson’s waist, kissing his flat nipple then snuggled against his chest, feeling happy and content.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured, and she looked up. Molten silver gazed back.
“I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“Don’t ever apologize for your undivided attention. Sleep is overrated,” Lawson husked, kissing Liv’s forehead.
“That’s good because we’ve only slept about three hours. I’m thinking we go raid the refrigerator,” she suggested, playing with the fine hair on his chest.
“And I think Liv needs to scream my name again,” he whispered in her ear.
“Who’s Liv?” she teased with a small laugh.
Lawson might not have fucked her hard enough to forget her name, but at one point she saw stars before momentarily blacking out. It had been the most intense, all-consuming climax, and the one that left her so sore.
His deep chuckle vibrated against her body, sending a ripple of arousal straight to her core.
“Liv’s this smokin’ hot natural red-head whose sugary taste is on my lips,” he murmured, and she could feel his shaft harden against her leg. “I want you again.”
“Lawson, I’m serious, I can barely walk. You have no idea how sore I am down there. I don’t think my body can take any more right now,” she explained. The rush of arousal to her core was making the pain intensify.
“Well, you leave me only one choice then,” he confessed. Placing a finger under her chin, he forced her to meet his eyes.
“What’s that?” she asked, losing all rational thought at his penetrating gaze.
“I’m going to touch you first,” he said, a finger slipping between her legs, “mmm, the wetter, the better,” he added as his finger trailed between her folds. “And then I’m going to lick you until the pain goes away. And lastly, you’re going to cum all over my face,” he divulged before claiming her mouth in a kiss that fanned her desire to a flaming inferno.
Ah, fuck it, she thought, who needs to walk anyway?
Lawson slipped on his sweatpants while watching Liv dress. He never tired of staring at her sexy ass. Her taste lingered on his tongue, and he wanted to throw her back onto the bed and fuck her some more, but the human needed food.
“We need to get you some clothes today,” she stated, drawing him out of his musings. “I’m sure you’re tired of wearing those,” she added, looking at the pants he’d worn when they escaped the lab. Ashley had washed them every night, but they were a horrible reminder of that place, and he wanted to burn them first chance he got.
“Yes, about that. My mom and sisters are coming today. I spoke with them yesterday while you were at work. They’re bringing me clothes, my cell phone and laptop, and some other things I need. I’ve been out of touch with the world for so long. I don’t even remember how much money I had in the bank. I hope them coming isn’t a problem for Bart,” he declared.
He hadn’t seen or heard from the male since he took Liv back to the city. Lawson didn’t know if he could invite others to the hotel, but he had to see his family.
“No, I’m sure he won’t mind. In fact, I’m going to call and see if he and Cassie will come out. I have a thought on getting your brother and dad out, and I’ll need their help to make it happen,” she explained, grabbing some clothes from her weekend bag.
He immediately missed her breasts when she slipped a turquoise t-shirt over her head, covering his favorite part of her body. Black lace panties had his mouth watering as they covered her small thatch of curls. He enjoyed the way they tickled his nose when he was buried between her legs.
He watched as she pulled out her cell phone from her bag and sent a couple of messages then slid on a pair of denim shorts. His eyes roamed from her daisy dukes down to her pink polished toes. She had the longest legs, and he remembered how they felt wrapped around his waist and grinned from another image of them extended up his torso as he pounded into her body. That was a satisfying position that required repeating.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“All the dirty things I want to do to you,” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her cherry-red lips, h
is other favorite part. He couldn’t get enough of this female. His cock was hard as stone, aching to be inside her sweet sex.
“Mmm, care to share?” Her green eyes glazed over and it took everything not to rip her clothes off her sexy body.
He smelled her arousal, and it was driving him crazy. Unfortunately, his family would be arriving soon, and he needed hours to satiate his need. He would have to wait until later to explore the dark fantasy playing in his mind.
“No, I’ll show you later. Let’s just say it will involve you wearing your cowboy boots and nothing else,” he teased, his hands roaming to her breasts and palming them.
“Nice. Save a horse, ride a wolf?” she murmured, licking her bottom lip suggestively.
Lawson reared his head and laughed. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen. My wolf would eat you alive, literally,” he stated.
Liv’s sexy grin instantly turned sour, and she furrowed her brows, stepping out of his arms.
“Can I not see your wolf?”
“Liv, you need to understand something. When I shift, my control leaves and the wolf takes over. To say he’s interested in you is mild. I can’t guarantee that I will be able to stop him if he were to attack. It’s not a chance I’m willing to take. Our animals are very predatory,” he confessed.
Hurt flashed across her beautiful face, making his chest twist. Most humans didn’t understand what it was like to have a dual nature and live with a wild animal inside and Liv was no different. Still, his wolf wanted her. It had been a night of bliss, but Lawson had fought his wolf the entire time. And it wasn’t because he wanted to play and have her rub his belly. He wanted to taste her blood and that was dangerous.
Trying to change the subject, he redirected, “I want to free my dad and Ryan more than anything, but not if it means risking you. We can figure something else out. I say we storm in and take what’s fucking ours, to hell with everything else.”
Fuck playing by the rules. Blowing the mother fucker up and putting Jim out of business once and for all sounded good to him.
He could see the wheels spinning but he had a feeling it wasn’t about his family. She was disappointed in what he’d said, but there was nothing he could do. The only time his wolf would meet a female was if he shared his life force with her. And then, only because it was mandatory.
If he chose a shifter, then it would be a meeting of their animals, and his wolf would claim her in every way. He wasn’t sure how that worked between a shifter and a human.
He’d never considered sharing his life force with a human. Hell, he was seventy-seven and hadn’t wanted to share it with any female, even though it was becoming critical that he do so. That was before Liv came along. Now, his convictions had flown out the window.
Finally, she spoke, her tone indifferent. “Yeah, but Jim would have you thrown in jail. Don’t forget his deep pockets and how far his reach extends. No, we’ll come up with a plan when we’re all together,” she declared, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
“Bart and Cassie are coming. Let’s go talk to Ashley about dinner plans,” she stated and walked out of the bedroom. It was evident by her demeanor that she wasn’t happy. He hated to upset her, but honesty was vital. Why were females so fucking complicated?
18
Liv stood at the stainless-steel counter, chopping vegetables. Ashley was busy bustling around the kitchen, preparing dinner for later that evening. Liv offered to help make a few platters of munchies, mainly needing a distraction from Lawson. She glanced toward the man standing at the back door. He was staring out the window, lost in thought.
She couldn’t deny it she was hurt. Lawson’s quick objection regarding his wolf stung. The last twenty-four hours with him had been the most incredible of her life. She wanted to know everything about him. His likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams. All that bullshit that a new relationship brought. She wanted to know every part of him, including his animal. His reaction had made her feel like she was unimportant. Worse, like she was nothing but a random fuck for him.
Men, they’re all the same, she thought as she continued chopping the carrots.
“Whoa, chica, why you so angry with the veggies?” Ashley commented with a laugh and gave her a puzzled look.
Lawson glanced Liv’s way and their eyes met briefly but she looked back to her cutting board, receiving a resounding sigh from him.
“Sorry, Ashley. Guess I got carried away. I’m done with the carrots, what next?” she asked.
“There are cucumbers and bell pepper to cut if you don’t mind,” she replied as she continued frying tortillas for the enchilada meal she was making.
Liv had discovered that the Hispanic woman was a remarkable cook and her mouth watered from the delicious aromas permeating the kitchen.
“They’re here, Liv. I hear their vehicle pulling up,” Lawson said and walked out of the room.
Liv watched his retreating back and the knife cut deeper into her chest. Did he not care at all? Had she been a complete fool all this time thinking he was one of the good guys? It wasn’t as if he’d made any promises to her or professed any feelings beyond an attraction.
“Olivia, I can finish up with this. You should go and meet the guests,” Ashley suggested, and Liv met her gaze.
The woman gave her a knowing look, tilting her head towards the direction Lawson had gone. She was right. This was an important moment for him regardless of what was going on with them. She was acting petty which was rude.
She smiled towards Ashley and nodded. “Yes, I should. Thank you.”
Liv put down the knife and wiped her hands on a towel, taking a deep breath. Head held high, she left the kitchen and walked towards the family room.
As she turned the corner, she stopped at the large opening. Lawson was in a group embrace with his mom and three sisters. It struck her as that all four women looked to be around the same age. She picked his mom out based on her attire. Her blouse and skirt fell below her knees while the others were dressed more like her in shorts and t-shirts. All were beautiful women.
Tears streamed down the women’s faces, and Liv suddenly felt like she was intruding on a very private moment. The urge to slip away unnoticed had her inching backward until then the front door flew open and Cassie barged in, followed by Bart.
“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, this place is incredible, Bart! Why have we not had a party here?” Cassie shouted, turning in circles as she took in the place.
Laughing, he gave Cassie a light shove. “Because I’m afraid if I let you stay here, you’ll never leave,” he teased and walked to Liv. “Hey, TKO, how’s my girl?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her off the ground and squeezed tight.
She hugged him back, feeling like she was on the verge of tears. She couldn’t get emotional right now. Bart wouldn’t understand and it would bring unwanted attention and questions.
“Liv,” came a deep voice behind her that made her core clench. She released her hold on Bart and he slowly set her down. She turned to see Lawson standing a few feet away.
“I’d like you to meet my family. Hi, Bart, it’s good to see you again,” Lawson stated, but his gray eyes never left hers.
“You, too. I’m going to check on things in the kitchen. Come on, Cass, I believe you promised to make margaritas,” Bart stated. Cassie gave Liv a quizzical look before turning to follow Bart.
Straightening her t-shirt, she ignored Lawson’s stare, walking past him into the family room. The four women sat on one long sofa. Lawson walked up behind her, placing his hand to her lower back and a shiver ran up her spine from the contact. Why did he have such an effect on her? It wasn’t fair when she apparently had little effect on him. She’d thought she was special. What an idiot. Any guy held captive for three years would want to fuck for twenty hours straight after being released.
“Mom, Brenlee, this is Liv. Liv, this is my mom and baby sister. And, of course, you’ve already had the misfortune of meeting the twins,” he s
aid with a smirk which earned him a middle finger from Hannah.
He laughed and winked at her, and she blew him a kiss. It was obvious this family had a sense of humor and enjoyed horseplay.
Liv offered her hand to his mom first. “It’s such a pleasure, Madeline. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about all of you from Lawson.” His mom smiled broadly and stood to shake her hand.
Madeline Scott was tall and her hand was big but warm. Liv could see where Lawson’s gray eyes came from as his mom regarded her.
“Oh, my dear, the pleasure is all mine. I owe you so much. You brought our Lawson back to us. You are a remarkable female,” she boasted, and Liv instantly liked her. She had kind eyes that reminded her of her own mother’s and a soft voice that held such love and devotion for her family.
Just then, Ashley walked in carrying a large tray of hors d’oeuvres and placed it on the oversized coffee table. Bart followed next and introduced himself to Lawson’s family, taking drink orders.
“Liv, Cassie asked for your help in the kitchen,” Bart said as he exchanged small talk with the Scott family.
Making her way to the kitchen, Liv glanced back to see Lawson watching her. She gave him a slight smile, and the curl to his upper lip had her melting. Turning back, she continued her trek to the kitchen, wishing she could rewind the past hour and have a do-over. She didn’t like the doubt and uncertainty that plagued her since their last conversation, and she didn’t like the way she had acted.
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Cassie looked up from a glass pitcher and blurted, “Okay, spill it, now.”
“What are you talking about?” Liv hedged.
“Don’t give me that crap. You have that I’ve-been-sexing-all-night-look plastered across your face. Trust me, I know it well,” Cassie laughed, dumping tequila, triple sec, and frozen limeade into the container. When she cracked the top on a can of beer, Liv stopped her.
