by Dani René
“Liam…” My name on her lips sends me into a primal overdrive, and the need to fuck her has my cock throbbing. Her hands fist in my hair as my tongue dips into her navel, and when I glance up, her body arches. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Shhh, baby, just close your eyes and feel.” Planting a soft kiss on her inner thigh, I suck the soft skin into my mouth. Without warning, I bite down, wanting to mark her. Wanting her to remember me tomorrow. Her hands tug on my hair, and the bite of pain has me groaning.
Her sweet scent of arousal is so intoxicating that I know I haven’t come across such perfection. Ever.
“Please, Liam, just please?” Her begging whimpers have me smiling up at her. She peeks down, her teeth grazing her plump lower lip, biting down as my heated breath fans over her smooth, wet pussy. My thumbs tease the lips of her core, stroking up and down, and when I open her to my gaze, my heart thuds wildly in my chest.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I don’t even recognize my voice. Flattening my tongue, I lave at her sweet cunt. Again and again. Her hips buck against my face. She loses all control as she fucks my tongue, taking her pleasure, and it’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
Her body is like a temple, and I want to worship every inch of it. As I slide two fingers inside her, the soft mewls that fall from her lips add fuel to the fire raging inside me. The ache to fuck her, to make her tighten around my cock, to feel her drip over me, it’s about to incinerate me.
Pulling my fingers from her sopping wet pussy, I sit back and watch her eyes snap open. I lick her arousal as she stares at me. “I need you,” she whimpers, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths, and I can’t stop staring at her beauty.
“I know you do. Before I fuck you, I want you above me.” I grip her hips and pull her up to straddle me. Her slick heat slides over my rigid cock, but I shake my head. “Not there, precious. Up here.” I point to my face, and her eyes go wide.
“Liam.”
“Now.” My command sends a shiver over her, and she maneuvers her way up until her pussy is at my mouth. “Good girl. Now ride my tongue, baby. Fuck that sweetness on my mouth.” Reaching up, I circle her clit with my thumb, and her hips buck wildly. Licking at her, I push my tongue inside her sweet tight hole.
“Oh, God…”
“That’s me,” I mumble on her sensitive flesh. Her hands grip the headboard above me, holding on, and I feel her pulse around my tongue. She’s close, and I can’t wait to drink every drop of her. My other hand grips her pert, peachy ass. She rolls her hips, lost in her pleasure, fucking my face, faster and faster.
When I reach for that forbidden hole between her ass cheeks, she goes rigid, but the more I tease her clit, desire takes over and her body convulses. I slide my thumb over the tight entrance and squeeze her throbbing bud at the same time, sending her falling, tumbling, and screaming out my name.
Her sweet cum drips into my mouth, down my chin, and I swear to God, I haven’t ever tasted anything sweeter than this. “You’re a decadent little peach.” The trembles that wrack her body subside, and her glassy gaze falls to me. My hands grip her hips, helping her shuffle down until her soaked pussy is once again rubbing against my dick.
“I have never done that before,” she whispers, shyly. After what we just did, there’s no room for being shy. Moving my hand between us, I grip my cock, positioning it at her entrance.
“Good, because there’ll be a lot more firsts for us tonight.” A cocky wink has her grinning as she slides down on my steel shaft. The heat of her envelopes me, and my eyes shut as I savor the incredible feel of her.
She’s so fucking tight. Her soft hands on my chest have my body vibrating with lust. It’s deep and primal, and I can’t shake it. This girl is going to be the death of me. Her hips roll and the sensation is beyond belief. My labored breathing hitches as her cunt squeezes around me, as if she’s trying to suck all the cum from my balls.
If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. I roll us over and pin her to the bed. Her thighs wrap around my waist as I drive into her. My hips buck faster, filling her deeper and harder. Her head drops back and those beautiful chestnut waves fan the pillow, while her lips part in pleasure.
The sounds she makes have my inner animal unleashing all hell on her body as my mouth devours her nipples. Biting and tugging on the pebbled peaks. Our bodies thrum like the beat of my drums, and we move in sync, in a sensual dance that I haven’t ever experienced. “You feel so fucking good around my dick, Peach. Let go, I want you to just feel me.”
I fuck her deep, and her body tightens, pulsing. Her orgasm rips through her, and I feel my own following. Shooting down my spine, my balls tighten and I fill her deep with my cum. We hold on to each other, as if it’s the last time we’ll ever be together, and the thought has my chest tightening.
The alarm rips me from the dream. Sitting up, I hit the clock. It’s six in the morning, and my mind and body are still shaking from the mind-blowing memory. “Fuck.” I feel like a fucking teenager having wet dreams. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I get up. I need a shower and I have to get rid of this hard-on.
As soon as I step under the spray, the hot water scalds my prickling skin. Fisting my shaft, I stroke it to the memory of my dream, to the images that play in my head. The feel of her beneath me, her moans, her hands, her lips. Every fucking inch of her driving me to abandon.
Memories of leaving her in London disappear while I jerk off to the idea of how many more ways I want to fuck her. Own every part of her. Possess her till she can’t think straight.
My eyes shut as pleasure takes over. White flashes behind my lids, and I growl her name as my orgasm leaves me shuddering and shivering alone in my shower.
* * *
“Liam, are you ready for tomorrow?” Glancing at my best friend, I shrug nonchalantly, but I know he won’t be fooled by my calm facade.
“Ryan, Liam, can I talk to you both?” Kierra walks into the studio dressed in a white sundress, and I notice my best friend’s eyes light up. He needs to grow a pair and ask her out, or fuck her. They’ve been dancing around each other for years now, and the air crackles with sexual tension whenever they’re in the same room.
“Sure, what’s up?” I turn to the woman who is like my little sister. She’s been with us for so long, I can’t imagine what we would do without her around.
“I need to go home after the wedding. There’re some things I need to sort out. I’ll be around for about three days after we get back from Napa to finalize anything you need. My flight is booked for that Wednesday night.”
I regard her a moment before responding. “What happened? Why don’t you take the private jet?”
She shakes her head, and her lips purse into a tight line. Something is very wrong—she’s never acted this emotional in front of us.
“Ki, babe, what’s wrong?” Ryan rises and walks over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The emotion in the room is at an all-time high, and I feel like I’m invading their privacy.
When she pulls away, I can tell she’s hiding something from us, but we can’t force her to tell us if it’s something personal.
“Are you sure you want to go to the wedding?” I ask. “If you need to leave sooner, I’m sure Cal and Tay will understand.”
“Yes, I want to be at the wedding. I just needed to let you know I have to take time off after.” With a small smile, she turns and walks out, leaving us in stunned silence. I cut a glance at Ryan and I can see he’s warring with himself to go after her.
“Maybe you can fly out with her?” My suggestion has him spinning around to face me. Worry is etched all over his face, and I don’t blame him. Ki is one of those strong-willed, feisty women. Nothing ever makes her cry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her shed a tear in the almost ten years I’ve known her. I need to talk to Cal. There must be something we can do to help her.
“Do you think she’d even want me there?”
“B
ro, do you see the way she looks at you? You two are orbiting around each other, and it’s time you make a play for her already. Because this sexual tension between you and her is going to start giving me blue balls.” The comment earns me a scowl then a chuckle, because he knows I’m right.
“Fuck off, Liam.”
“Ryan, I’ve known you both for years. Do you think I would tell you to do something that would hurt you? I love you both. You’re like my family. I want you to be happy, and she deserves someone good in her life.” I don’t know where all this romantic, sappy shit is coming from, but the words spew out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Then why don’t you take your own advice, because you and Emma work. You looked happy in London, and when you got on the plane after the time you spent with her, you were a different person. So you need to stop being an ass and talk to her when she’s here. Don’t go and hurt her by using her.”
“What makes you think I would do that?”
“I don’t think you would do that. I can see how you feel. It’s written all over your face. I can’t wait to see how you’re going to claim her because I can see you going all caveman and dragging her back to your lair.” He guffaws at my incredulous stare. Something makes me think he’s right. I know I am fucked. Well and truly fucked.
Watching the sun bright in the early morning sky as the plane comes in to land, my nerves kick in as soon as the wheels hit the runway. In less than twenty minutes, I’m going to come face-to-face with him, and I have no idea what to expect.
I haven’t heard from him since the message on Saturday night, and I haven’t had the courage to respond. It wasn’t something that warranted a reply, but I didn’t know what to say even if I did. So, I just read it, over and over again.
As I disembark, I make my way to the arrivals. It’s quiet this early in the morning, and my baggage claim is easier than I expected. Since I only have two suitcases, I can actually manage by myself. The thought of seeing Liam again has my stomach in knots.
I don’t want to get hurt, and I know Tayla told me to be careful. To guard my heart. My sister knows me too well. I guess our fling in London was just that. A fling.
The doors slide open and I spot him in the crowd. He’s in disguise, but I would recognize that lean, muscled frame, those incredible thighs, and that devilish smirk anywhere. When I near him, my voice drops to a whisper. “Hello, stranger.”
He leans in and gives me a peck on the cheek. It’s awkward, but his arm around me and lips on my cheek have me needy for more. My gaze drinks in the sexy man who’s standing in the baggage claim waiting on me. Even under the dark hoodie, I can see his caramel eyes. Those same eyes that heat my blood and have my core tightening. The hungry way he stares at me has my body pulsing.
His dark brows shoot up in shock. “Stranger? It seems we need to get reacquainted.” With a cheeky wink, he leans down and grabs my bags, and his spicy cologne intoxicates me causing a ripple of desire to coil deep in my stomach. It’s been months and this man can still do things to me that make my body react.
“It’s been a while. Didn’t you forget me?” I question quietly. The curiosity in my voice is evident, and I hate that he makes me lose control so easily.
His gruff chuckle sends tingles down my spine. “I couldn’t forget such a decadent peach, darling.” His arm circles around my waist as we make our way to the car. Liam unlocks the door, opening it for me and I slip into the passenger seat of the luxury SUV and take a deep breath. The excitement of being home again is keeping me awake. Jetlag is a bitch, and to be honest, I just want to pass out in a comfy bed. Preferably Liam’s.
He slips into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So, where are we going?” My question comes out as a squeaky whisper. I was told—no, ordered—not to book a hotel. So I’m not sure where I’m staying.
“My house.” My head snaps to him. “What?” His gaze flits over to me then back to the road.
“I’m staying at your house?”
“Yeah, until the wedding when we’re all heading to Napa. And after as well, unless you want to stay with Cal and Tay? They fuck like bunnies, so if you’re happy to put up with that then go ahead.”
“Ugh, no thank you.” I giggle. My sister and Cal really can’t keep their hands off each other. “I just didn’t think I would be staying with you.” The thought of staying with Liam is exciting. Even though we haven’t spoken about what’s happening between us. Uncertainty clouds my mind about the one night that will forever be etched in my mind, on my body, and subsequently, in my heart. Even though I don’t want to admit it to anyone, I know my feelings for him are a lot stronger than I let on.
“Well, I have a guest room. You can stay as long as you want.” His words are like ice water to my veins, and my heart rate plummets. What did I expect? To move into his bedroom, into his life? Shaking it off, I shrug my response.
“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” I plaster a smile on my face and turn to face the window. When he turns on the radio, my mind replays his words. Concentrating on the view, I take in the familiar scenery. Even though I have been gone for four years, everything looks the same. The Hollywood sign makes me sigh. I missed it here. Home.
Although I loved living in London, my heart was always back home. Tayla couldn’t make my graduation, but my folks were there to see their baby finish school. Now that I have my degree, all I want to do is start my internship. When we pull up to a modern looking two-story apartment building, I gasp. There has been speculation about the homes the guys lived in, but I never expected this. The garden is vast and beautifully manicured. The upper level has a balcony, which wraps all the way around the second floor of the massive estate.
Liam pulls into the driveway, shutting off the car. Once he gets out, he rounds the front and opens my door, offering me a hand. The simple gesture has my mind running wild. I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it does. I slide my hand in his, the rough, calloused hands that knew just how to make me whimper and feel so good.
With my luggage in hand, we make our way into the house. The interior is breathtaking. It’s light, airy, and modern. White walls with gray and silver accents. There are two large black leather sofas in the living room with a glass coffee table on a bright red rug. A fireplace sits against one wall made of open brick, which looks out of place, but perfect at the same time. The muted shades are beautiful and understated. You would never guess it’s the home of a rock star.
The large room opens to a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a kitchen counter in the center. The things we could do on there. Shaking my head, I step farther into the living room and take in the breathtaking view of the ocean just beyond the patio.
“Come on, darling. You can get settled. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I haven’t eaten since last night. I’m not a huge fan of in-flight dinners.” The deep rumble of his laugh stirs something inside me, and I wonder if there is a possibility of us finding that easy-going friendship that sparked in London. We make our way down the hallway in silence, and I can’t help noticing his jeans. They hug his thighs perfectly, and the way they sculpt his ass makes me want to grab it.
The bedroom Liam places my suitcases in is like a realtor’s dream come true.
There is a king-sized bed, which looks as good as floating on a cloud. A built-in vanity sits to the left, and there is one wall of closet space. The window overlooks the ocean in the distance. Everything screams wealth, luxury, and escapism. It’s as if I’m on vacation.
“This will be your room, so make yourself at home. I am going to get lunch ready. There’s an en-suite bathroom if you want to take a shower first.”
“Thank you, Liam. I appreciate this.”
His chaste kiss on my forehead tells me all I need to know. All the flirting over the past six months has been pointless. He doesn’t see me as an equal. I was fun for the moment, and now I am the little sister of his brother’s fiancée.
That bothers me more t
han it should. Grabbing my suitcase, I unzip it, pulling out my clothes. Deciding on a pair of shorts and a tank top, I make my way into the bathroom. Black tiles and a shower big enough for two greet me. There is a spa tub in the corner, as well. Too bad this bathroom won’t be seeing any action.
Turning on the shower, I strip down and drop my clothes in the hamper. Once the steam fills the bathroom, I step inside and instantly moan in pleasure as the warm spray eases my tired muscles. I hate long flights. This is a welcome reprieve after the trip. As the water cascades down my back, I close my eyes and savor it. Even though I am in the guest room, being in his house is strange. Does he see me as a little sister now? Or is there more?
I open the shampoo and lather my long, brown waves that fall to the middle of my back. Liam loved my long hair, fisting it while he took me hard from behind. Shaking my head of the dirty memories, I rinse my hair and body and step out of the shower. Maybe I should show him that I’m more than a girl. I can tease him until he can’t take it anymore. Make him break. Wicked images flit through my mind when I think of all the ways I can tease him. With a smirk on my face, I moisturize my skin with the subtle peach lotion and get dressed. This is going to be fun.
* * *
As I enter the kitchen, I find Liam at the counter drinking coffee. His dark hair is tousled in that sexy, messy way he wears it. Like he’s been running his fingers through it since he left me in the bedroom. A smile curls his perfect lips. “Did you have a good shower?”
“Yeah, that shower head is an orgasmic experience.” I giggle. His gaze darkens, and I notice the caramel is now a dark chocolate. Fuck, this man is beautiful.
“Really? And did you?”
“What?” My frown has him chuckling.
“Have an orgasmic experience?” My face heats, and I feel that heat spread over my cheeks and down my neck. I drop my gaze and turn away, and when I look back at him, he’s watching me expectantly, awaiting my response.
