Liam: Lost Breed MC Series, Book 10

by Parker, Ali

  I smiled. “That’s better.”

  Liam found a good spot to pull over down a side street lined with heavy maple trees that cast the dark street into even darker shadow. It was an industrial area, so there was no fear of any homeowners poking their heads out their windows to scope out the truck they’d never seen parked on their street before.

  And it was the perfect place for me to take off my seatbelt, slide down onto the floor of the truck, and undo Liam’s jeans.

  He lifted his hips for me, and I drew down the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprang free, and I wasted little time pressing his tip to my lips before trailing my tongue down the length of his shaft.

  I watched him the whole time as his hands tightened to fists on the seat and he pressed his head against the headrest. A low growl came out of him that made my blood boil with lust, and I took him between my lips, gently easing him along my tongue and to the back of my throat.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed, his body tensing as pleasure rolled through him.

  If I didn’t have his cock in my mouth, I would have smiled. I liked making him squirm like this. I liked seeing how good I made him feel. And I liked the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my throat as I worshiped him.

  I’d needed this. Our time apart had been some form of cruel punishment neither of us deserved, and this was the closest I could get to him.

  I swirled my tongue in a slow circle around the head of his cock, and he tightened his buttocks, lifting his hips. I smiled before trailing my lips down his shaft and back up, and the look of sheer pleasure on his face had my knees aching.

  “Get up here,” he demanded.

  When I didn’t listen right away, he grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up onto the seat beside him. Then, without waiting for me to get comfortable, he pushed me down. My head rested against the door panel of the passenger side, and he wasted little time snapping open the button of my pants and shimmying them down over my hips and thighs. They were skintight, so it took some effort for him to pull them all the way off.

  Liam dropped them on the floor and went to his elbows between my legs.

  I gazed down at him as he tugged my panties to the side and left soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, teasing me, daring me to keep my cool as he worked his way closer and closer to my pussy.

  By the time he reached my center, I was shaking with desire. I reached for him, plunged my fingers into his thick mess of hair, and guided him down on me.

  His tongue grazed over my clit.

  My eyes fluttered closed, and I let out a soft moan.

  Liam tugged my panties farther to the side to run his tongue up and down my aching slit. Once he had me panting up a storm, he indulged me in some gentle sucking of my clit. He pulled it between his lips and rolled his tongue over the swollen nub.

  I gripped the back of the bench seat and let out a breathless cry.

  He looked up at me, face buried between my legs, and by the glint in his eye, I could tell he was smiling. Then, suddenly, he was filling me up with a finger.

  And he got what he wanted.

  I cried his name up to the roof of the cab, and he didn’t relent. He pressed up while he swirled his tongue over my clit, and I fell into a glorious madness. I forgot my name; forgot where we were and why we were. Everything melted away, and there was nothing but me and him and this perfect moment we’d carved out of nothing.

  Liam planted kisses up my stomach as he inched my shirt up. I lifted my arms over my head so he could push my shirt up and off. It joined my pants on the floor. I helped him take my bra off, and he worked to pull my thong down my legs. Then he hurried to strip out of his pants, pausing only to take a condom out of the pocket.

  He tore the wrapper open and rolled it on his cock. I gazed up at him, loving the way the shadows of the night carved his face into stark contrasts of darkness and light. He was beautiful. And he was mine.

  “Take the shirt off too,” I whispered. “I want to see all of you.”

  Liam pulled his shirt over his head and leaned over me. I spread my legs, letting him settle between them, and he dropped his hips, lowering himself until his cock rested against me.

  “I’ve missed you,” he breathed.

  I reached up and caressed the sharp line of his jaw. “I’ve missed you too. I thought about you every day.”

  “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Liam leaned over me, his lips hovering just inches from mine as he stroked my cheek softly. “How the hell did I get this lucky?”

  I lifted my hips. His cock teased me. “We both got lucky. Now, are we going to keep talking like schoolgirls, or are you going to fuck me?”

  He grinned and let out a deep, masculine laugh. “You asked for it.”

  He pressed inside me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, and I gripped his forearms as a wild pressure built up below my belly. “Yes,” I breathed, hooking my legs around his and using my heels against the back of his thighs to push him in deeper.

  Liam groaned softly and turned my head to the side to kiss my neck. His hot breath against my skin had me panting desperately beneath him. I ran my hands over his back, relishing in the feeling of his taut muscles shifting beneath his skin as he fucked me.

  Liam slid his hands under me and pulled me up to him. He pressed in deeper, and the pressure that was building suddenly tightened into a knot. My toes curled, and I sucked in a sharp breath, and then he bucked wildly against me. Stars exploded behind my eyes as a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt broke over me.

  “Yes!” I screamed, digging my nails into his skin.

  Liam growled against the side of my neck and pinched my earlobe between his teeth. The sharp bite of pain, coupled with the relentless euphoria of my climax, had me clawing at him and moaning his name between breaths.

  Liam rolled his shoulders as he buried himself inside me. His arms shook, and his muscles strained, and I knew he was losing himself too.

  I pressed my cheek to his. “Fuck me until you come, baby.”

  Liam groaned.

  I clung to him as he fucked me harder. The truck shook and creaked all around us, but we were oblivious to it. I cried out again in one last blissful orgasm as Liam climaxed with me, and soon, we both broke apart, sweaty and breathless, and leaned back against the bench seat naked and spent.

  “I’ve never had sex in a vehicle before,” I whispered.

  Liam chuckled and played with a strand of my hair, twirling it around his forefinger before letting it fall free. “I can promise you that won’t be the last time.”

  I grinned. “Good. It was fun as hell.”

  “And illegal.”

  “Maybe I’m more of a bad girl than I thought,” I teased, rolling over to swing one leg over his lap and straddle him.

  Liam rested his hands on my thighs. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to spread you out again.”

  I licked my lips. “There’s a big bed waiting for us at my place.”

  He ran his hands up my thighs to rest them on my hips. “Maybe I want to have a bit more fun here first.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Liam’s hand fell between my legs, and I rocked my hips.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me down to devour my mouth with a ravenous kiss as he eased his fingers inside my pussy. I moaned into his mouth and surrendered myself to him.

  The night was still young, and he had clearly only just begun.

  My body quivered with lust and gratitude.

  I was one lucky girl.

  Chapter 25

  Liam

  Genevieve stood with her hands on her hips and a confident grin on her lips. “This is it, Liam. This is where my shelter is going to be. I can’t believe it.”

  I gazed out at the property she’d just purchased last week. Everything had been finalized earlier that morning, and she brought me out here to show me where her dream would finally be realized.

  At the moment, it wasn’t muc
h of anything.

  There was an old school on the property that had been shut down over a decade ago after asbestos was found in the walls. Tearing it down was going to be a big job, especially doing so safely. The fact that Genevieve had so much money to throw at the project meant it would be done right.

  Genevieve pointed at the front right corner of the lot. “I want this to be an outdoor sitting area. There will be hot coffee and hot chocolate in the fall and winter and cold drinks in the summer. Maybe some outdoor game for the kids, too. And lots of benches and places to lay in the sun. I want ten-foot-tall fencing all around the property and high shrubs planted all along the perimeter for privacy so the women can be free to enjoy the amenities without the onlookers on the street.”

  “It’s going to be perfect,” I told her.

  She kept gushing about her dream. “And over here, in the opposite corner, I want an outdoor activity area. Yoga. Yes. Definitely yoga. And maybe a hot tub somewhere.”

  “Sounds like a resort more than a shelter.”

  She turned to me and smiled. “That’s the idea.”

  I chuckled. “You’re going to have women fighting each other to get in here, you realize?”

  She shrugged. “Then I’ll build another one.”

  She never ceased to amaze me. Every obstacle she came across was a chance to improve. No wonder she was such a marvel.

  Genevieve snapped a picture with her phone. “I want to have framed pictures in the shelter of the stages of the development. I want people to see what it used to be.”

  “Good idea.”

  She turned toward me. “You’re still on board to be my security detail, right?”

  I felt my eyebrows lifting. “You still want me to?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I do.”

  “But I’m not—”

  “You’re not real security. I know. But I don’t care about that. I trust you to keep me safe, and having you on my arm makes me feel better about walking into some of these situations. I’m going to have to deal with a lot of people I know aren’t going to take me seriously, and having you in my corner makes me feel like I can do anything.”

  I smiled. “That’s because you can do anything. With or without me.”

  She giggled. “You’re right.”

  Laughing, I pulled her in close to steal a kiss. “Have you had your fill of admiring your baby? I’m starving.”

  She pressed her hands to my chest. “Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go eat.”

  Genevieve took a seat in the chair I pulled out for her at our table at the restaurant. We were trying out a new place that she’d been poking me about for the last couple weeks, telling me they had some of the best vegan options in the city.

  My enthusiasm was less than high, but I was willing to try anything for my girl, so here we were, sitting down at a completely vegan restaurant with menus made of papyrus and chairs of bamboo. The ambiance was pleasant if not very millennial, and the soy-wax candle burning on the table between us smelled like grapefruit and clove.

  “This is nice,” Genevieve said as she draped her napkin over her lap.

  “Very,” I said as I peered down at the menu.

  They actually had a lot of options, most of which sounded delicious.

  “Thank you for trying this place with me,” Genevieve said.

  “Anything for my girl.”

  She grinned. “I like when you call me your girl.”

  I waggled my eyebrows. “Good. Because I’m not going to stop.”

  She giggled and was cut short when our server arrived. She had piercings galore all over the place; up her right ear, in her lip, nose, and eyebrow. “Hi there,” she said, beaming as she looked back and forth between us. “Welcome to Leo’s. What can I get for you two?”

  We started with wine and a roasted-cauliflower appetizer. It was brought to our table quickly, and the first bite was heavenly and very unexpected.

  The rest of the meal went about the same. I hadn’t anticipated vegan food being so good, and I didn’t want Genevieve to rub it in that she was right, so I tried to play it off like I wasn’t enjoying it as thoroughly as I was.

  She saw right through me.

  “Good, isn’t it?” she asked, winking at me.

  “Very,” I agreed. “You were right.”

  “Of course I was.”

  “Wow. Try not to be so humble.”

  She snickered. “I’ve been trying to get Uncle Tom to come here for months, but he won’t budge. Maybe he’ll give it a try now that you’ve given it the stamp of approval.”

  “We could try to invite him. See what happens. Or trick him.”

  “Trick him?” she mused.

  I nodded. “Yeah. Tell him we’re going to one of the other places down the street and then bring him here.”

  “I couldn’t do that.”

  “Why not? It’s harmless. What’s the worst that could happen?”

  “He hates it.”

  I laughed. “Then he hates it, and we go through a drive-thru on the way home.”

  It felt good sitting and talking with her like this. The last couple of weeks had been nothing but pure bliss. I spent almost every night at her house, and during the day, I was with her, helping with her shelter and filling in wherever she needed me.

  When the workday was done, we’d indulge in quiet evenings together. She liked to cook, and I liked letting her teach me. I also liked the eating part, naturally. I’d been slowly making steps toward warming her up to the MC.

  She was a little nervous about spending more time with them, which I completely understood, and I didn’t want to push her too far too fast. I knew nothing would go wrong. The guys all understood that she came from a different walk of life, and they would never do anything to make her uneasy. Once she gave them the chance, they’d prove that they were just as trustworthy as I was.

  I’d told her a dozen times over that she could go to any of them if she ever needed help. They’d be there for her just like I would at the drop of a hat.

  She didn’t seem to believe me. Not really.

  I supposed it was because she didn’t really know how our MC worked yet. But once she spent more time with us, she would see that every member was family. And she was now a member by association. Sure, she might not wear the colors, but she was mine, and therefore ours.

  They would have her back at any cost. Just like they had mine.

  Genevieve and I finished eating dinner and slumped back in our seats to rub our very full bellies. I smiled at her as she sipped her wine.

  “So,” I said slowly. “Have you warmed up to the idea of coming with me to one of the guys’ places soon for a drink or something?”

  She licked her lips. “Maybe.”

  “Don’t worry. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I can wait.”

  “I feel bad.”

  “Don’t.”

  “But I do,” she said, nudging her wine glass a couple of inches to the right on the table. “They’re your family, and I’m being silly to be afraid of them.”

  She was being silly, but that was subjective. She didn’t know there was nothing to fear.

  “How did you feel when you came to see me at Ryder’s?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “Nervous.”

  “Because of them, or because of what you were coming to tell me?”

  “Both?” she replied, her shoulders creeping upward in discomfort.

  “Makes sense. Don’t worry. I was just asking. Don’t feel pressured. They will all be there when you’re ready. Though, if it helps, they’re looking forward to getting to know you better.”

  “Really?” she asked, her eyes lighting up.

  I nodded. “Yes. I’ve told them a lot about you. And about your shelter. They respect the hell out of it, and all their women are all over me to bring you over every time I visit.”

  She blushed. “That’s sweet.”

  “Jamie also really wants to meet you.”

  “A
nd I want to meet her. I’ll be ready soon. I promise.”

  That was enough for me. Genevieve and I finished our wine, paid the tab, and put our jackets on before slipping out of the restaurant onto the sidewalk to walk down the block to my truck.

  There were no more lies between us.

  When I told her all about me borrowing Owen’s truck, she’d burst into a fit of giggles. Then, when she saw my old truck for the first time in the light of day, she laughed even harder and told me she understood why I had to borrow Owen’s to uphold my lie.

  She had insisted that my beat-up old F150 was charming to appease my hurt feelings. It had become an inside joke that amused us both to no end, and I was now her boyfriend, bodyguard, and personal chauffeur. I didn’t mind. Driving my girl around in my old truck was officially my favorite pastime.

  We were half a block from my truck when two men walking in the opposite direction split apart to walk past me and Genevieve on either side.

  One of them, the one who passed closest to her side, whistled at her. The other snorted and turned to call back at her. “If you ever wanna know what it feels like to fuck a real man, come find me, sweetheart.”

  I stiffened.

  Genevieve wrapped her arm tightly around mine. “Ignore them.”

  I clenched my teeth.

  “Look at that ass, bro,” one of them hooted.

  “Give us a smile, baby,” the other one chanted.

  “Nope,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Liam,” Genevieve warned.

  “Nope,” I said again, shrugging out of her grip and turning around to face the crude assholes who, as soon as they saw me turn, grinned at each other.

  They had no idea who they’d just pissed off.

  “Apologize,” I growled.

  Genevieve stepped in behind me.

  The taller of the two, a guy with a serious beer belly and a red nose from years of alcohol abuse, looked me up and down. “Or what, kid? You gonna teach us a lesson?”

  They were older than me. And bigger, too.

  But that had never stopped me before.

  “Apologize,” I said again. “Or I’m going to make you even uglier than you already are.”