by Dani René
As the minister starts his sermon, I am distracted by her. By brown eyes and chestnut hair. By the smile that lights her face with the softness of an angel. The sweetness that I want to wake up to for the rest of my life. Will I be able to give her a forever she deserves? Yes, I fucking can. I know I can be that man for her. Because she’s that woman for me.
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The reception dinner is in full swing, and all I can think about is pulling Emma to the side and having a heartfelt conversation with her. Well, okay, not that heartfelt, more like pulling her off to our bedroom and showing her exactly how I feel about her.
I did say I would be worshipping her body, and I plan on doing just that, for hours. The family is all here, my mother is chatting to Mr. Quinn, and I can only imagine they’re talking about grandkids. Since Callum and Tayla are married now, I am sure the pressure is on to produce a few kids.
“Mr. Hayes, I think you’re needed back in the kitchen.” I glance up at the waitress and frown. She offers me a small smile, and I shrug.
“I don’t go into the kitchen, darling.” With a cocky wink, I turn to the dance floor.
“No, I mean, you need to go to the kitchen.” I must have looked as confused as I felt because she pointed to the small door to the side of the building, and I caught a glimpse of a soft peach dress. Understanding dawned on me. My girl was playing a game, and what she didn’t realize is that I love games.
Pushing up, I glance at the waitress and nod. Making my way to the open door, I find a dimly lit storeroom. Emma still wants me after what happened, and I want to make her forget, to make her only think of me.
When I push open the door, I find the woman who’s embedded herself in my heart. Who has effortlessly made me want to be a better man for her. To stop fucking around and focus solely on her pleasure. Her body and her heart.
“What are you doing in here, baby?” Her smile is downright devilish and mischievous, and I can’t help chuckling. I know she’s still scared; it flickers behind her eyes. The anger that raged through me at seeing her hurt is something I have never felt before, and I will be damned if that ever happens again.
“I wanted you to make me forget. After what happened, I want to feel you and only you. I know there will be more for me to work through mentally, but tonight, I need you, Liam.” Her whisper is raspy and filled with need.
“I want to be there for you. You have no idea how much I want you right now, and if you’re willing to let me show you how much I love you physically, it will be my pleasure, baby.” Stalking toward her, I tug her into my arms. For a moment, I bask in her warmth, in her soft peach scent, and I know I can never let her go. Running my hands down the soft skin of her bare arms, I feel the goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.
Big doe eyes peer up at me, and her lips quirk into a small smile. “Show me, Liam.” My name on her lips sends a jolt of desire directly to my hardening dick.
“Are you absolutely sure, sweetheart? You don’t have to do this. You know that right?”
She nods and cups my face in her delicate hands. “I want you.” That’s all I needed to hear. I leave her and head over to the door, making sure it’s locked from the inside. With a quick glance around, I find exactly what I am looking for.
“Baby, I want you sticky, wet, and ready for me.” I slowly unzip her bridesmaid dress, and as soon as it pools at her feet, I suck in a deep breath. Her lingerie is a soft cream color, and I can see her puckered nipples pushing against the material of her bra.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Kneeling at her feet, I gaze up at her and I can see the confusion, desire, and lust dancing in her warm, chocolate eyes. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I slide them off. Once she steps out of them, I rise and so does my cock.
My hands grip her pert, sexy little ass, and I lift her up and place her on the freezer in the corner of the large storage room. “Take your bra off, too, baby and open your legs.” She obeys, while she watches me intently.
“Liam, what are you doing?” Popping the cork of sparkling apple juice, I ignore her question and drizzle the golden liquid on her nipples. Time for dessert. I lick the wet trail of sweet juice, and her hands fist in my hair, tugging and twisting as she mewls and moans my name.
“Mmm fuck, you taste so good, so sweet, baby,” I growl up at her as I work my way down her stomach. I flick my tongue over her belly button and slowly move to her bare little pussy.
“Please, oh God, Liam.” Her moans are getting louder, but I don’t care if anyone hears her at this point. I am overcome with lust for this woman. Drizzling more over her bare pussy, I place the bottle down and open her legs farther.
The sweet scent of her and the apples combined is like a drug shooting directly into my veins, alighting my body with desire I have never felt before. As I open her with my thumbs, I just about come in my slacks at the sight of her glistening for me.
Flicking my tongue over her honeyed center, I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down gently. Her hips buck and she rides my tongue as I slide it into her slick folds. Her eyes flutter closed, but I want her to look at me.
“Open those pretty, brown eyes, Peach. Watch me eat your sweet little cunt.” My filthy words have her riding my face. Her hands grab my hair, holding me against her as she watches me eat her with lust shimmering in her glazed eyes.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
“Fuck, oh fuck…” Her moans are becoming incoherent as I slide my tongue in and out, slow, torturous and when I feel her tighten, I bite down on her clit, and she unravels before me. It’s a beautiful thing to watch as her body spasms and writhes and her sweet release drips into my mouth, and I drink like a man in need of sustenance.
As her body calms from the orgasm, I rise with my eyes glued to hers. The sated smile on her lips has my heart soaring. “Now you’re going to get fucked, baby. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to be deep.” Undoing my slacks, I push them down along with my boxer briefs.
Her eyes grow wide as I fist myself. “Please, Liam.”
“Hold on to my neck baby, this is going to be quick.” I lift her against me, her legs wrap around my waist, and I slide into her easily. Shuffling to the wall, I pin her against it, my hips rolling as I feel her warmth around my cock.
“Oh God…”
“That’s me, baby,” I murmur. My lips find hers in a scorching kiss while I plunge deep and hard into her, faster and faster. I know I won’t last long, but I want her with me. My lips travel over her neck, tasting, suckling, biting. Her body undulates as her hips move with mine. It’s an erotic dance, and our bodies move in rhythm with each other.
Taking. Giving. Relishing.
My hands grip her peachy ass. “This is mine, every part of you is mine. Do you understand me?” I thrust into her deeper, and she moans in response. The feel of her pussy pulsing around me sends me into overdrive. “Come for me, baby. Milk my cock, give me all your pleasure. Coat me in that sweet honey.” Her body tenses, her hips bucking wildly as she comes apart in my arms.
It’s enough to set me off, and my body goes rigid inside her, thickening and stretching her tight heat as I fill her with my own release.
One month later
“Grab this, Em.” My sister is setting up the drum set for Liam. As I take hold of the cable she’s handing me, she pushes up from the floor. It’s been difficult to get back into the swing of things. When Cal and Tay got back from their honeymoon, the record label told the guys there would be another local tour, so here we are at the Hollywood Bowl.
I am still interning and about to be offered a permanent position, which means I can stay in LA and be close to my sister. We still haven’t really spoken about what happened, but I know she will tell me when she’s ready.
“Thanks.” She grabs the cable and plugs it in. Taking a seat at the drums, she pulls two of Liam’s drumsticks out of the holder and taps each of the drums to make sure they’re hooked up correctly. The sound e
choes through the venue.
“Hey, Em,” I turn to my brother-in-law and grin. He’s dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a T-shirt that reads, “Suck It” on the front.
“Cal, how are you?” He pulls me into a tight hug, and I reciprocate. They’ve all been so incredibly supportive since the incident in Napa, and I am slowly coming to terms with what happened. I have even been to a couple of therapy sessions.
“Good, I think Liam is looking for you. He’s in his dressing room.” Leaving the newlyweds, I head off to find my man. It’s strange saying that. After all we’ve been through, he’s been my rock, supporting me every step of the way.
As I reach the dressing room, I hear the sound of a guitar filtering through into the hallway. I knock and push open the door. “Liam?”
“Peach, come in.” As I step inside, I take a quick look around. Since we arrived I have been helping Tay, so this is my first time backstage.
“Cal said you were looking for me.” He nods.
“I wanted to spend some time with you before the show.” I watch him place the guitar down, and he makes his way toward me. The spicy scent of his cologne envelops me as he nears. “I missed these lips.” He leans in, planting a soft kiss on my mouth.
My body reacts and I arch into him, feeling his warmth. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I open willingly. The kiss is soft and sensual, not the normal devouring ones he gives me. My hands twine around his neck, and the scruff on his chin tickles me.
“I missed your lips on mine,” I mumble into his mouth, which earns me a sexy growl. His arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up, carrying me to the black leather sofa in the room. Laying me down, he covers my body with his. Rolling his hips, I feel how hard he is, which in turn causes a whimper from me.
I want this man all the time. It’s an insatiable hunger that I can’t ever satisfy. “I want inside this right here.” His hand moves down, cupping my jean-clad pussy, and my hips undulate as I shamelessly grind myself against him.
“Yes, I need you.” Tugging his shirt, he helps me pull it up and over his head. The toned, inked torso that greets me has me licking my lips. As he’s about to pull my tank top off, a knock on the door startles us.
“Fuck off!” Liam’s husky growl sends a shiver over me.
“Bro, we need you at sound check now.”
With that, we hear the footfalls of Callum Hayes walking off, leaving us in the room of now-diminishing lust. My giggle echoes around us, and I’m seared by scorching caramel eyes.
“Fuck, this isn’t over, Peach. I’ll devour you after the show.” Hastily, we head out toward the stage, and I find Tay and Kierra having coffee.
“Hey, Ki, I thought you were leaving?”
“After the show. There’s something I need to fix back home.” Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears.
“Fix?” She nods, but it’s the look in her eyes that tells me this is something big.
“Yeah, I can’t really go into too much detail about it.”
“Does Ryan know you’re leaving tonight?” The question falls from my lips, and her answering stare is evidence enough that she’s guilty of not telling him.
“He won’t care.”
“Of course he will. You two have something special, everyone can see it.” I glance at my sister who is nodding in agreement. The night of the wedding, Ryan and Kierra finally admitted their feelings for each other. According to everyone, it’s been a long time coming. They’re both stubborn and hot-headed, and I think this is going to make for one interesting conversation.
“Yeah, that’s all it was, one night. There isn’t room for more, Em. It’s complicated.”
“Look, Ki, everything in life is complicated, but if you’re not going to be honest with him, then how is he supposed to know?” My sister is right. They need to just lay it all out on the table, or it’s never going to work.
“I know, you’re right, but let me go home first. There’s something going on with my parents, and if I drag Ryan into it, it’s just going to complicate things more than they already are. I don’t want him to get into a relationship with me when I don’t even know what the hell I am doing.”
“Girls.” Ryan’s voice cuts through our conversation, and I notice the look on Kierra’s face. She’s smitten with the man. If only she could stop her fears and trust in him. In his feelings.
That’s what I learned with Liam. Once he let go of the fear, things worked out and now I see nothing but happiness when I look into those caramel eyes. It’s a light that shines from him, one that I only ever see when he’s on stage, but when he looks at me, I see it, too.
“What’s up, Ryan?” Tay asks with a small smile on her face.
“I need some help over on the set up, Tay.” The fact that he’s staring at Kierra while talking to my sister doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Sure.” My sister passes him, and his gaze flicks over me and Ki. Ryan is gorgeous in his own way—tall, built, and keeps a beard. The short, dark hair that seems to point in all directions always looks like he’s just rolled out of bed. I would say he’s about six foot easily.
“Are you looking forward to the show, Em?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a show, so I hope you’re bringing you’re A-game.” His deep chuckle reminds me of Liam. The two are similar in many ways—one of those ways being how much they care. Deep down, these so-called rock stars are just men who love their women fiercely.
“You know it. So stop distracting your boyfriend and let him play the drums,” he retorts.
“I’ll try, but you know when he’s got his mind set on something, it’s hard to get him to stop.” My response earns me a chuckle. Suddenly the drums vibrate through the venue, and the sensation sends tingles through every inch of my body.
My gaze settles on the man who holds my heart in his hands. He’s in his element with the sound check, and we watch as he plays their new release.
I am head over heels, and I don’t want to be anywhere else but in his arms. Ryan leaves us and heads back to the stage. Cutting a glance to Ki, I notice her eyes glistening. She has these incredible teal-colored eyes. I’ve never seen anyone with the same shade before.
“Babe, you okay?”
“I will be. There’s just a lot I need to think about. If I want to be with him, there are things from my past I need to sort out. So me going home will let me tie up loose ends.”
“And when you get back, you’re actually going to tell him? You’re going to be honest about your feelings? Because let me tell you something, that man looks at you like you are his world, or rather, he looks at you like you make his world turn. That doesn’t come around many times in life. So while you can, grab hold of it and don’t let go.” Her smile is sad, and she flicks her gaze at the man in question.
“I know, Em, there’s just too much hanging over my head right now.”
“I get that. Just don’t let him wait too long.” Pulling her in, we hug and for the first time I realize I’m getting to see the inner workings of one of the feistiest women I know.
“I won’t.”
“I know you two spent the night together at the wedding,” I whisper, and she steps back. Her cheeks pinken and she laughs.
“Were we that obvious?”
“Yeah, you two lit up the room with the sparks flying between you.”
“Ugh, I hate not being professional.” Her nose scrunches, and I can see why Ryan is so in love with her. Beneath that fire is a sweet woman, and she’s incredibly beautiful. Her hair is dark blonde, almost brown, her eyes are like a crystal lake that contrast against her tanned skin.
“You’re the most professional woman I know. It’s okay to be in love, you know.” With that, we burst into a fit of giggles.
“You would know, since you’ve snagged the older Hayes brother.” She gestures toward Liam. He’s still in his zone, relaxed and happy. His smile sends tingles through me and my belly flips.
“I a
m, and let me tell you, Ki, don’t let anyone take that away. You need to be happy. It’s your life, not your family’s.”
She nods and her gaze settles on Ryan again, and I can’t help smiling.
Since we’ve been back, it’s been incredible having Emma living with me. After the drama the weekend of the wedding, she’s been incredibly shy, nervous, and even a little tentative when it comes to sex.
I want to give her space, so I’ve held her when she needed it, but it’s been killing me not being inside her. Deep, hard, and rough. Swinging my legs over the bed, I head into the kitchen with the thoughts of her writhing below me running rampant in my mind.
Those beautiful chestnut waves, those dark eyes that glaze over with lust when she’s turned on, and that body. Curves and smooth, creamy skin. Every inch of her is perfect. Sometimes I still wonder if she’s really mine.
With my mug in hand, I head into the small room which I converted into a soundproof studio. It’s been heaven-sent that I can work and not have to go to my brother’s house to do it. Setting the coffee down, I grab my brushes. They’re used to get different sounds from my drums, and I love playing around with new rhythms.
Pulling on my headphones, I start with the new song I wrote. It’s going on the new album, and Callum wants me to sing it. For the first time in our ten-year span, I am going to be singing. It’s always been my job to take the backseat, to let me brother do the talking, but he knows that this song means a lot to me.
I jump at the sudden feel of a hand on my shoulder. Spinning my stool around, I find big doe eyes peering down at me. “Baby.” Pulling off the headphones, I offer her a smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“It’s okay. I woke up and you were gone.” She’s dressed in a skimpy tank top and a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties that she told me are called Cheeksters, and God, her ass looks amazing in them.
