by Ivy Jordan
“Fuck, you drive me wild,” he growled, standing before me, his mouth hungry and searching mine once again.
My bare body pressed against his sweaty chest, my breasts sticking to his skin from the sweat and grime. My hands caressed his sides, finally stopping at his jeans, moving to the front so I could unlatch his button and zipper.
His jeans opened easily, his hard cock pushing through the material and into my hands. He pushed the denim from his body, kicking off his boots, and then the jeans.
He stretched to the side, pulling his warm erection from my hands. My eyes were closed, soaking in the delight of our bodies so nude, so close. A crumple of foil, a condom I assumed, and then the water blasted on, and then a steady stream from the shower danced against the porcelain tub. I felt my body being guided towards the sound. I opened my eyes, stepped over the tub, and into the water. It was warm, soothing, and, with Liam still holding me, erotic.
His blue eyes were filled with emotion, strong, powerful emotion. He pulled me closer to him, so close the water splattered around us, unable to penetrate between our bodies. Our mouths connected, lips meeting gently, and then tongue entangling with a wild passion.
My leg lifted as his hand squeezed my ass cheek and then gripped at my thigh, pulling it upward, towards him. His cock rested between my legs, stiff, hungry, delicious.
Soon, my other leg lifted, his hand beneath my thigh, pulling me upward again, towards him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, let him lift me around him, my legs wrapping around him tightly as my pussy spread across his washboard abs.
A gasp escaped my lips, causing me to release from our kiss. My body rose and then lowered, my weight pushing him into me, slowly at first, and then with a quick rush, all at once. I cried out.
Liam spun me around, pushing my back against the cold tile wall. He pushed into me hard, and then harder. Moans rolled from my throat, echoing in the small room as his thrusts grew faster, more powerful.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, giving himself room to push in another inch, and then two. Soon his was deep inside me, filling me like I’d never been filled before.
My body trembled and quivered as he effortlessly lifted me up and then down onto his cock.
The water tickled, teasing my skin, flicking at my hardened nipples, rolling between us, grazing my clit. I cried out again, this time louder, calling out his name and God’s.
His mouth explored my skin. First my neck, sucking, licking, and softly kissing until my body started to tingle all over. Then, his tongue rolled across my shoulders; his teeth bit down into my flesh gently before continuing to my breast.
My hips rocked in rhythm with his, building an orgasm so powerful I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Soon, Liam’s growls turned to short grunts, his teeth sunk into my breast, tugging at my nipple as his cock started to throb inside of me. A loud, long groan told me he was close, and as my throbbing began, it was enough to push him over the edge.
My body tensed, released its orgasm, accepted his, and then fell limp against the wall and in his arms.
His mouth pushed hard into mine, kissing me furiously, passionately, and then lifted me from his member, placing me back to my feet.
My legs were wobbly, trembling, and unsteady. He chuckled, holding me up as I regained control.
I started to say something but was met with his finger across my lips. He shook his head, shared a warm smile, and then reached for the soap. He lathered me up, washing every inch of my body with diligence. It was sensual, intimate, something I’d never experienced before, nor would want to with anyone else.
He gave me a t-shirt of his to wear, one long enough to barely cover my ass cheeks. I fell onto his bed; he pounced on me, smiling like a wild alley cat with a mouse.
“We still haven’t made it to the bed,” he grinned.
My legs lifted, wrapping around his waist. He was already dressed, but I knew I could change that quickly.
“We’re here now,” I smirked.
He groaned as if he were in pain, and then leaned down, gently biting the flesh of my neck.
“I can’t. I have to get Holly,” he reminded me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Liam
I hated to rush off, leaving Alyssa looking so beautiful in nothing but my t-shirt. She agreed to stay until I returned, but of course, then I’d have Holly, and the offer of actual bed sex would be off the table.
“Hey, kiddo,” I greeted Holly as she got off the bus.
“Why don’t you pick me up at school?” she questioned.
I gave her a quick hug, put off by her seriousness.
“I’m not on the list,” I explained.
“You’re my dad,” she sighed.
“I know. We’ll get that fixed,” I promised, squeezing a smile out of her with my embrace.
“Can we show mom our carnival stuff today?” she asked, buckling up in the truck.
“We can show her now,” I smiled, pulling away from the curb.
“Ya know, I’m big enough to walk from the bus stop to your house, or even home,” she insisted.
“I know. Me and your mother just like making sure you’re safe,” I responded.
Her eyes rolled. Wow. I could see her as a teenager with that look. I couldn’t imagine being a father to a teenage girl, and that wasn’t that far off—just a couple years.
“You look just like your mother when you do that,” I laughed.
“Do what?” Holly asked.
“Roll your eyes at me,” I chuckled.
She smiled.
“I never thought I looked like mom,” she sighed.
“You do. You have her eyes, even though they are blue like mine, and her nose, her thick hair, and of course, her attitude,” I teased.
Holly giggled.
She jumped out of the truck once I parked in my driveway. Alyssa was sitting on the porch like she just got there.
“Mom, you’re not here to get me, are you?” Holly asked with disappointment in her voice.
“No, I just came by to hang out with you two; is that okay?” Alyssa hugged her daughter, who was close to being as tall as her.
“That would be great,” Holly exclaimed, rushing into the house.
We went inside, and of course, Holly wanted to give her mother the tour. She’d already seen the bedroom, the bathroom, kitchen, and living room, but one thing she hadn’t seen was Holly’s bedroom.
“It’s beautiful,” Alyssa gushed, turning to me with a wild look in her eye.
“Dad built all the shelves,” Holly boasted, pointing at the white ornate shelves that held her stuffed animals and trinkets.
“He’s pretty talented with his hands,” Alyssa said, winking in my direction.
I covered my chuckle with a cough.
“We have something else to show you,” Holly roared, pulling her mother by the hand.
I followed behind them as they made it to the garage. Holly stopped at the door.
“I know Dad already told you that we were working on this, but it’s time you get to see it,” Holly triumphed.
She pushed open the door, flipped on the light, and pulled her mother into the large garage.
Alyssa’s eyes widened, tears instantly flooding them, and then a smile tore across her face.
“This is amazing,” she gushed, walking slowly through the garage, looking at each of the booths.
Holly had her grandma bring the decorations they’d been working on over, so every game and every booth was complete.
“Maria and Holly did most of the decorations,” I admitted as Alyssa looked towards me with more emotion than I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
Holly was beaming, her smile so wide it nearly left her face.
“Do you love it?” Holly asked eagerly.
“I do. I love it. I love you,” Alyssa mumbled, her eyes quickly moving from me to Holly.
Was that a confession, or a slip? Maybe it wasn’t meant towards me at all.
The three of us had dinner together, and I got to help Holly with her homework while Alyssa cleaned up. We felt like a family. I wanted it more than ever now. I wanted this.
Holly wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tightly before she ran to Alyssa’s car. I stood on the porch, Alyssa lingering, and was unsure what to do. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and leaned in for my kiss. Her lips were soft, smooth, and even when Holly yelled out the window, teasing with a kissing noise, I couldn’t stop.
Alyssa finally pulled away, realizing that Holly wasn’t going to quit giggling and teasing in the background.
“I better go,” she said, rolling her eyes at Holly.
I laughed, pointed to Alyssa, and nodded towards Holly.
“See, just like your mother,” I teased.
“What does that mean?” Alyssa asked.
“Nothing,” I grinned.
As soon as they pulled away, I called Aiden.
“What’s up?” he answered casually.
“I’m in love,” I blurted.
“No shit,” he laughed.
“No, I mean, like I’m truly in love. I need to do something to prove to Alyssa I’m not going anywhere,” I gushed.
“You could always propose,” Aiden teased with a chuckle.
There was a silence over the phone. I took in what he just said. I knew he was joking, but maybe it wasn’t a joke. Maybe, just maybe, that was the best idea he’d ever had.
“I was just messin’ with ya,” he finally said.
It was too late. The thought was stuck in my mind and heart. I wanted us to be a family, and I wanted to prove to Alyssa I wasn’t going anywhere. What better way to get both?
“No, it’s a great idea,” I interrupted.
“It’s a little soon,” he chuckled nervously.
“I don’t think so. We have an eleven-year-old daughter. It’s been twelve years since we’ve seen one another, and we’re both still just as in love as the day I left,” I rambled.
“Yeah, but like you said, it’s been twelve years since you’ve seen one another,” he scolded.
“No, this is what I want,” I said sternly.
“You’re sure?” Aiden questioned.
“Yes. I want us to be a family,” I added.
“Okay. Then, you let me know what you want me to do, and I’ll help any way I can,” he offered.
Chapter Thirty
Alyssa
I agreed to stay late to stock supplies and place the order for the month, but I wasn’t expecting to be confronted by Bruce on my way out. He’d shown up there twice that week, both times during office hours, and he gave up and left when I stayed in for lunch instead of going out.
Now, it was after hours, and there was no one there with me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted; since I’d blocked his number, he had no way of leaving me any messages, and if he texted, they didn’t get delivered thanks to modern technology.
But, there he was, parked outside the office, the only vehicle in the lot besides mine.
I’d heard he had a new girlfriend, just days after we broke up; hell, probably more like hours. She must’ve caught on to his mooching ways and dumped him, and now he was back to me. No thanks.
I was happy, for the first time in a long time. I was happy with Liam.
I started to dial his number, have him come rescue me, but I knew Holly was probably still with him. She’d already been subject to one of Bruce’s outbursts; she didn’t need to be a part of another.
My fingers clenched over my phone as I peered out the window, careful to not let him see me. I dialed Aiden, figuring he could shew him away long enough for me to get to my car, and away from his clutches.
“Hey, Alyssa,” Aiden’s voice sounded cheerful.
“Aiden, I need a favor,” I blurted, deciding small talk was a waste of time at this point.
He’d rescued me before, plenty of times. He was like a big brother, and honestly, the only friend I had in town.
“Absolutely,” he said, his voice turning concerned.
“Bruce is outside my work,” I sighed.
“What the fuck is he doing there?” he scoffed.
“I have no idea. I blocked his number. But everyone’s already left for the day, and I’m here alone,” I added,
“Say no more. Don’t go outside, and don’t open the door if he knocks,” he warned.
I hung up the phone and took a seat in the lobby, sifting through magazines while I waited for Aiden to come rescue me once again.
I checked periodically for Bruce to leave, but he just sat there, waiting. I heard the roar of an engine, pulling me from the article on how to properly floss. I jumped up, looked out the window and noticed not only Aiden’s truck, but Liam’s as well. What the hell?
I didn’t want Liam involved in this.
My heart raced, fearful that the anger in Liam would end up getting him in trouble. I just wanted Bruce to leave; I didn’t want a fight. They both stepped out of their trucks, walked towards Bruce’s, and stopped at the driver’s side window.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was obvious they weren’t happy as hands raised, arms flailed, and then Bruce peeled off, leaving tire marks in the parking lot.
Whatever they said, it worked, and for that, I was relieved. I was still upset that Aiden called Liam. If I’d wanted Liam to come, I would’ve called him myself.
I pushed open the door and then turned to lock it.
I was ready to march across the parking lot, thank Aiden, and then pull him aside to chew him out for calling Liam, but he was already gone before I had the chance.
Liam stood in the parking lot, leaning against my car. I walked towards him, dreading the anger I knew I’d be confronted with as he approached, but thankful he’d not brought Holly along.
His face was red, and his hands shaking as he stared at me with irritation. I didn’t like this look. I knew I should’ve called him.
“Why did you call Aiden and not me?” he questioned, his voice shaky with anger.
“I’m just used to calling Aiden. I’m not used to you being in my life yet, and besides, didn’t you have Holly?” I questioned, looking towards the truck to make sure she wasn’t in the cab.
“I wouldn’t bring Holly here,” he sighed, frustration flowing freely in his tone.
“I’m sorry. Aiden’s been my go-to here, and my only friend, really,” I explained.
It was obvious Liam wasn’t satisfied with the explanation.
“I’m here now, so when you need someone, you call me,” he insisted.
“I will,” I promised.
“Has he been contacting you?” he asked.
“I blocked his number,” I shrugged.
“And this is the first time he’s shown up here?” he pushed.
My stomach flipped as I realized I couldn’t lie, not to Liam.
“He’s been here twice before, but during office hours, and I didn’t come out,” I confessed.
“You should’ve called me,” he insisted.
“I know,” I sighed.
“You need to get used to me being in your life. I’m not going anywhere,” he said sternly, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.
I knew he was still mad, and that partly turned me on.
“Got it,” I smirked playfully.
“I’m not joking, Alyssa. I want you to call me when you need help, with anything. I’m here, and I’m yours. Don’t forget it,” he winked, and then walked towards his truck.
“Where are you going?” I questioned.
“Following you to your mom’s where I dropped Holly off,” he chuckled.
My gut had flipped when he took off towards his truck, fearful that he was really mad, mad enough to just leave.
It felt good to know, even though mad, he would rescue me, protect me, and still love me.
Chapter Thirty-One
Liam
I pulled open the dresser drawer in my bedroom, taking out the small velvet box I’d stashed inside. Opening it and staring down at the vintage ring I’d bought for Alyssa twelve years ago made my heart race. What would’ve happened if I’d just asked?
Aiden stepped into my room, startling me.
“What’s that?” he asked as I pushed the box behind my back.
“What’s what?” I tried to play dumb.
He moved towards me, quickly reaching for the box; I slipped it into my other hand and around my back, but Aiden’s long arms were too fast.
He stood there, holding the ring box, staring at it like it was the cure for cancer.
“What the hell?” he gasped.
“What?” I snarled, snatching the ring back from his hands.
“You already bought her a ring?” he chuckled, sitting down on the bed beside me.
“No. I mean, I did, but it’s from twelve years ago,” I admitted.
“Wow,” he gushed.
“Do you think it’s tacky to use the same one?” I questioned.
He shook his head, opening the box after taking it from my hand.
“No, it’s beautiful. Besides, it was chosen for her, not for someone else.”
That was true. I’d selected the ring especially for Alyssa. It was the perfect ring then, and it was the perfect ring now.
“Are you going to tell her when you bought it?” he asked.
“Yes. I think I should,” I sighed.
I was afraid if I did tell her, when I told her, that she would be upset. The ‘what ifs’ could be a bummer, but I wanted her to know how much I loved her, how much I still loved her.
“I think it’s beautiful,” Aiden slapped me on the back.
“Thanks,” I grinned.
“When are you going to do it?” he questioned.
I hadn’t decided on when, at least not yet. I knew I wanted to do it soon. I couldn’t stand waiting much longer to make Alyssa my wife and start acting like a real family.
“The carnival, maybe?” I shrugged, hoping to get a reaction from my friend.
“That’s like a month away,” Aiden pointed out.
“I know,” I shook my head.
Maybe it was too soon.
