by Holly Renee
He didn’t look up or even acknowledge the hold he had on me, but I could feel it. I felt the way his fingers were digging into my wrists all the way to my toes, and I thought I was going to die if he didn’t do something more.
“Liam.” His name was a plea, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Something. Anything.
He looked up at me then, his gaze holding mine as he spoke with his lips still pressed against my nipple. “What do you want, baby?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head, but I didn’t dare move my gaze away from his. He was too mesmerizing, and I didn’t know if I would ever get to see him this way again.
“Yes. You do.” He moved down my body, still holding my gaze, and he stared at me as he flicked his tongue against my panties.
I wasn’t a prude or some damn virgin who didn’t know what she was doing. I knew what I wanted when it came to sex, but when it came to Liam, it was different. I didn’t even have my damn panties off, and he already had me panting his name.
There was something about him that threw me off. He made me feel like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, and the only thing that was running through my mind was more.
Whatever he was going to give me, I wanted more.
I shook the t-shirt off my wrists and sat up on my elbows as he tugged my panties down my legs. I half expected him to spread me open, to dive into me without any thought, but that wasn’t Liam’s style. He was calculated and teasing, and every move he made was driving me insane.
He pushed my legs together, placing his on either side of them, and he lightly ran his tongue along the seam of my pussy. Somehow that barely-there touch did more for me than any touch from any man before him.
He slid his tongue inside slowly. Every part of me wanted to force my legs open for him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He was in complete control, and from the look on his face, he was enjoying watching me struggle. I never gave control away during sex. Even if it was just him forcing my thighs together.
I felt like he knew it too. He knew that I was about to tell him that I didn’t want him to have it. As soon as I opened my mouth to tell him to let my legs go, his tongue moved over my clit and he sucked. My legs jerked beneath him, but they no longer gave a shit about where they were.
Everything inside of me just wanted more more more.
He continued sucking while alternating flicks of his tongue, and I had never had my pussy eaten like this before. The position he forced me into made me feel everything with more intensity. Every single touch was purposeful. Every swipe of his tongue meant to destroy me.
His hands moved from my thighs, up over my hips, and his fingers dug into my flesh as he held me down against the bed. I bit down on my forearm, trying like hell not to cry out as my orgasm raced through me. It was rapid and all-consuming, and Liam didn’t stop until he milked every ounce of pleasure from my body.
Just as I caught my breath, he flipped me over onto my stomach and ran his nose along my spine. He was still fully dressed behind me, and I was in nothing but my disheveled bra. It felt fitting somehow. He always seemed to have the advantage between us, and here I was once again, laying vulnerable before him.
“You are perfect.”
I could barely make out his words as he kissed the small of my back, but I heard them. Regardless of what he meant, those three words rang through me as I heard his zipper behind me.
I looked over my shoulder and he was staring down at me. He reached behind his neck, gripping his shirt in his hand, and he pulled it over his head in one quick movement. I didn’t dare take my eyes off him.
He pulled his cock out of his jeans, and he stared down at my ass as he ran it back and forth against me. I let out a soft moan as he hit my still sensitive pussy.
He gripped my hips in his hands and jerked me to my knees in one quick motion. I held my body up on my elbows, and Liam lined himself up behind me.
I half expected him to ask me if I was sure about this or if I wanted to change my mind, but he did neither. He was too far gone for any of that, and I was too far gone to stop him.
I would never stop him.
I could feel him pressed against me, and I looked down at my hands as I tried to stop myself from begging him to hurry. Every part of my body felt like it was a live wire.
“Look at me.” His command was soft but forceful, and I didn’t hesitate to look over my shoulder at where he stood. One of his hands was on my ass, spreading me open for him, and the other was lining himself up. “Your eyes stay on me.”
He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he pushed inside of me, and I fought to keep my eyes open as my body adjusted to him.
He pushed into me slowly before pulling back out, and he was watching where our bodies connected as he pushed in and out. After a moment of adjusting, his hands moved to my hips and he slammed into me with a force that slammed the bed into the wall.
“Oh God.” I felt so full, so incredibly full, and I pushed back against him because I still craved more.
His pace picked up, and my elbows slipped out from under me. I buried my forehead against my hands just as one of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck. He continued to pound into me as his hand tightened, and I could feel myself tightening around him.
“Liam.” My body was thrumming, and I felt the need for something. I needed to touch him, to see him, for him to talk to me, something. I just needed to know that he was in this with me and felt as crazy with lust as I did.
He lifted me, pulling my back to his chest without disconnecting us, and his hand on my neck moved around to the front. His grip was light, but he held me exactly where he wanted me, and I sat against him, the position making him feel impossibly deep.
His lips pressed against my neck where his fingers were still holding me as I started moving against him, and his other hand snaked down my body until it felt where our bodies were connected. I could feel his hand against me, his fingers spreading me open as he pushed in and out of me, and the heel of his hand started working in small hard circles against my clit.
“Fuck.” My head slammed back against his shoulder, and he took advantage of the angle and swallowed my moans with his mouth.
“Shhh.” The sound vibrated against our lips. “You don’t want to wake up my parents.”
Shit. I had completely forgotten about them. How the hell had I forgotten that they were just down the hall?
“Wait.” There was no way in hell I wanted them to wake up to the sound of their son fucking me.
“It’s not fucking happening, baby.” He kissed me again and the panic that was starting to rise only a second before was completely forgotten. “I need to feel you come on me.”
He pushed up inside me harder, and I knew that I was almost there. There was no way that I wanted him to stop.
“Liam.”
The heel of his hand pressed harder against me as I cried out and reached behind me, holding on to his thigh with one hand and grabbing his arm with the other as my orgasm coursed through my body.
I fell apart around him, and he held me against him as he continued to thrust inside. I could feel his body tense, and I tightened around him as he said my name.
He followed me over the edge in the next moment. He came inside me, and I had a moment of panic as I realized for the first time that we hadn’t used a condom.
But what made me panic more was that I didn’t care.
Liam turned my face toward his and he kissed me. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough of me, like I was the thing he always wanted, and I kissed him back just as hard.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would hold, and if this was going to be my only moment with him, I was going to take advantage of every second of it.
I turned toward him as he slipped out of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kept my eyes closed as I kissed him. I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wasn’t ready for reality to take over and ruin what just happened.
; I didn’t want to see a single trace of regret on his face.
His hands ran over my head, and he pushed my hair back out of my face. His hands were gentle and caressing, and if I didn’t know any better, it would feel like tonight meant as much to him as it did to me.
He peppered kisses against my jaw, my lips, my nose, and I finally opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with a look I couldn’t decipher.
Neither one of us said anything. Liam laid back on his bed, his head hitting the pillow, before he pulled me forward until my chest fell into his.
He pulled a blanket over us, neither one of us worried about cleaning up or getting dressed, and I snuggled down against him. I would deal with the repercussions tomorrow. We both would. But tonight, tonight I was going to soak up everything he was willing to give.
And I didn’t regret a thing.
Fifteen
The Wedding
Liam
She looked absolutely gorgeous.
Today had been a whirlwind of activity.
We had barely had a moment to talk, and I had no idea where her head was at.
We had overslept this morning, and she jumped out of my bed like she was on fire when my mom called through the door that they were going to be late for their nail appointment.
Apparently, the two of them took the wedding as an excuse to go all out. They had an appointment to get their nails done then their hair, and I was thankful. My mama needed a day of pampering. She never did that for herself.
But I was still worried as hell about what was going through Brooke’s head.
She scurried around the room throwing clothes on and tossing her hair into a bun, and I could see the panic on her face as I watched her from the bed. Was she panicking because they were late or was the regret from last night starting to hit her full force?
I couldn’t tell, but I knew that I didn’t feel an ounce of it. If I regretted anything, it was that I had ever pushed her away.
Being with Brooke was far more than I expected.
Everything about her was. Last night was more than just sex. Bringing her here was more than just a fucking deal that the two of us made.
I had never wanted to please a woman as eagerly as I had last night. Never had my own pleasure been so dependent on someone else, and even though I probably should have hated it, I didn’t.
I just wanted more.
She had tried to run from the room without a word or even a sideways glance, but I wasn’t having any of that shit. I grabbed her hand and tugged her toward me, and she fell into my chest as a loud huff left her mouth. I didn’t care if she was late or if she was confused or irritated. There was no way in hell that she was leaving my room without me getting another small taste of her.
I pressed my lips against hers before she could object, and her body melted against me. I could feel half of the anxiety leaving her body, and I hated that I had made her feel this way. If I treated her better before, she would never be questioning what I wanted from her now.
She glanced up at me with so much hesitation still in her eyes before she pushed away from me and left the room without a word.
And I was going crazy.
I knew what last night felt like to me, but I had no idea what she was feeling. We had both been drinking, not that I was blaming our decisions on the alcohol because I would live last night again over and over. But would she?
Here she was already spending a week of her life with me to what? Lie to my fucking parents because I couldn’t just admit that I hadn’t found anyone that interested me in the least? Well, that was a lie. Brooke had always interested me.
I had just been too big of a fool to realize it.
But staring at her now at this wedding, where she laughed next to my mom with her blond hair curled and pushed back out of her face, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t seen it before.
I was a damn idiot.
I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. “Want to dance?”
She looked at me over her shoulder, a smile still on her face from whatever she and my mom were talking about, and she nodded instantly.
Her hand slipped into mine as I stood, and I pulled her along with me to the dance floor. She had on a floor-length green dress, and it fit her body like it was made for her. Her shoulders were bare and still kissed from the sun from her time here in Tennessee, and I suddenly realized that her shoulders were my favorite part of her body. It was weird. I had never been attracted to someone’s shoulders before, but with her I was. I was attracted to everything. Every single inch of her.
She wrapped one hand behind my neck and pressed the other to my chest as I pulled her against me.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
She rolled her eyes playfully as I moved us around the floor. “Only like a hundred times. Was the sex that good?”
She grinned and I knew this was her way of trying to not make a big deal of what happened last night, and I would let her have it.
“It was.” I nodded and tightened my hand on the small of her back as I spoke only for her to hear. “Who knew we’d be that good together?”
I felt a tiny shiver run through her body, and it made me want to rip that damn dress off her body and take her right there. I could practically see the thoughts running through her head. She was trying to think of what to say to me. The clever, witty Brooke McCarter was so good at deflecting, but I didn’t want her to deflect this. I wanted her to admit that last night was more than just amazing sex for her.
I wanted her to admit that she was feeling as crazy as I was.
“I had a feeling. Those hands can’t be that good with a football but completely terrible in the bedroom.”
But I was the one who put us here. I was the one who had drawn the line in the sand and told her that she was nothing more than this. This fun girl who I could be friends with and ask to come to my parents but not anything more.
I was the one who had proved exactly what she was worth when it came to me, and I was bound and determined to make sure she knew how wrong I was.
And it wasn’t the sex.
It was the way she laughed without abandon and the way she treated my mom like she had loved her her entire life. It was the way she was meant to come here and be my fake girlfriend, but there wasn’t a thing about her that was fake.
It was the way she lingered.
From the moment I met her, every encounter had lingered like she was a mystery I just couldn’t solve. She was always there. Sometimes in the back of my mind, sometimes front and center where I couldn’t avoid thinking about her, but no matter what, she always lingered.
I spun her around, catching her off guard, and she giggled as the bottom of her dress swirled around her in a circle.
“I think it was more than my hands.” I quickly pressed my lips against hers before I could convince myself otherwise. “I love it when you laugh like that.”
“Like what?”
She always had this dreaming look in her eyes after I kissed her. It didn’t matter if it had been for show or for real. She always looked like I had just given her the best kiss of her life.
“Like you don’t give a fuck who’s watching you.” I looked around the room, and sure enough, there were several sets of eyes on us. I used to think they were all watching just waiting for me to screw up, but now they were all watching her. She didn’t notice. “You never seem to care.”
“Oh. I care.” She moved her hand up and down the lapel of my jacket. “I just refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me care.”
“You’re good at it.” I couldn’t stop staring at her mouth. “The only thing I’m one hundred percent certain that you care about is Kennedy.”
She looked away from me but turned back quickly with irritation clouding her face. “You don’t think I care about you?”
“Do you?” I whispered, but my question was loud and clear.
“Fuck you, Liam.” She tried to pull away from me, but
I refused to let her go. I was so damn tired of letting her go.
She pushed against my chest but I tightened my hold. She looked up at me, really good and angry now, and even though I wished we could have had this conversation without it, I welcomed her anger. It was the only time I could really read her.
“You know I care about you.”
“I do.” I moved my hand from her hip to her elbow, and she tensed as I ran my fingers along the back of her arm. “But how much do you care about me?”
She pressed her lips together and stared at me. We were both so damn stubborn. Neither one of us were willing to put ourselves at risk. Neither one of us willing to jump alone.
“Why does it matter, Liam?” She looked around the room at all the people who surrounded us. Everyone was still on a high from the wedding, and the bride and groom were dancing just a few steps away. “All of this will be over soon.” She looked back to me. “It doesn’t matter what I care about.”
She was so damn wrong.
It was the only thing that mattered.
“When we get home, everything will go back to the way it was, and you won’t have to worry about whether I care or not. Everyone here already believes it.”
“What if I don’t want it to go back to the way it was?” I couldn’t breathe as she stared up at me.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head gently. “I don’t know.” She looked away from me and I had no clue what she was going to say next. “What about us working together?”
“What about it?” We were barely dancing now, but I didn’t care.
“What if we decide that things don’t have to go back to normal then we work together and things don’t work out? Then what? You’ll have a building and I’ll be left with nothing.”
I winced as if she had slapped me. “You really think I would do that to you?”
“No.” She shook her head quickly, and I could tell that she regretted her words. “I just don’t want to end up with nothing.”
I cupped her cheek in my hand. “I wouldn’t do that.”
I could tell she wanted to trust me from the way she was looking at me, but I wasn’t asking for her to make a decision right now. That wasn’t fair.
