by Anthology
The girls and I cleaned up the mess that we made. The others had made their way upstairs to get their suits on. I was getting ready to take the first step when someone grabbed my arm, and before I knew it, my back was against the wall.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I look up and see Liam staring down at me with a look I’m not familiar with.
“Haley…you look…”
I look…what? He doesn’t finish what he was going to say. He brings up one hand and gently places it on the side of my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth against my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his hand and that’s when I feel his lip brushing across mine. This is it. He starts out slow, kissing the corners of my mouth, and then tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. Oh God, that feels so good. There’s no way in hell to hide the small moan that comes out of my mouth.
He alternates between my bottom lip, and then my top, trapping it between his before it’s a full on assault. Both of his hands find their way to my ass where he grips hard, pulling me in closer to him allowing me to feel the bulge now evident in his pants.
He pulls back, leaving me breathless. “I’m sorry. You look so fucking hot. I couldn’t help myself,” he says panting, staring me right in the eye.
“Liam…” I have no clue what to say. I’m standing here with my back against the wall while Liam is still pressed against me.
“Can I take you somewhere today? I’d like to spend some time with you. Just us,” he asks with a little smirk on his face.
He wants to take me somewhere…alone. I nod my head in agreement and see his eyes light up with my response.
“Great. Can you be ready in an hour?” he whispers while giving me little kisses on my neck.
This time I respond, but only a little. “Uh huh.”
“Okay. Meet me back down here in an hour. Wear something comfortable.” He grips my face and gives me one last kiss then completely steps away. “If I don’t stop now…”
I just stand there, watching him for a brief moment, and then somehow make my feet move and go upstairs to get ready. I go bouncing into the room, which startles Kaylee, grab my robe then head directly for the shower. I strip rather quickly while the water is warming up and rush through the motions of washing my hair and body, slowing down enough to pay special attention to shaving my legs, wanting to make sure they are smooth…just in case.
“Haley, what is up with you?” Kaylee comes rushing in while I’m in the last stage of rinsing off.
I don’t reply right away. I ring my hair out and reach for the towel only to find that it’s gone. I slide back the curtain a little and see her standing there with towel in hand.
“Give me the towel,” I state firmly while holding out my hand.
She starts to giggle, seeing this as a game now. “This…” she holds it up and shakes it. “You want this towel?” she continues to shake it.
I try not to laugh but can’t really help it anymore. “I’m serious, Kaylee. I need to get ready.”
She backs up toward the door. “Ready? Ready for what?” There’s humor in her voice when she asks that. Kaylee leans against the door jam, still clad in only a t-shirt and panties…still looking beautiful as ever. Images of what happened between all of us flash through my mind.
“I’m going out with Liam, and I need to get ready. Now…Give. Me. That. Towel.” I try not to laugh when I say this, but it’s too damn hard.
Kaylee just starts laughing harder. “Ooh…a date. ‘Bout fucking time.”
What in the hell does that mean? “What…”
“Kaylee, what in the hell are you…” Sam stops mid-sentence, eyeing us back and forth before she continues, “Give her the damn towel. She’s got plans, dummy.”
Kaylee turns her attention to Sam, giving me just enough time to jump out and grab that damn towel, promptly covering myself.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I step by Kaylee and wink at Sam. “I’ve got a date to get ready for.”
I head back to my room to figure out what to wear. Wear something comfortable. His words ring loud and clear in my head as I search my closet and drawers, finally making a decision. A simple pair of jeans and shirt will have to do. That’s what I call comfortable for me. It’s not supposed to be that hot today, so this should work.
I head downstairs to find Liam leaning against the counter in a tight pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and…boots. Boots? Why in the hell does he have boots on? He looks up and sees me coming his way, “You look great,” he says, leaning down and giving me a brief kiss. “Ready?”
“Yes.” I am ready…probably ready for more than he thinks. I’m very attracted to him, and so far, he’s the only one to cause butterflies in my stomach. I know how cliché that sounds, but it’s true.
Liam grabs my hand and leads me out to a part of the garage I haven’t been in yet and just about trip over my feet when I see what’s in front of us. I don’t know if I can do this.
“What’s wrong?” he turns and asks when he realizes that I’m not exactly following him anymore.
“Is that safe?”
He laughs a little at my insecurity, but that doesn’t really bother me at this particular point in time. “It’s safe. I’m safe. You’ll be just fine. I promise.” He releases my hand and walks over to his motorcycle, brings up the kickstand, then starts walking it outside. I slowly follow behind him, still not totally sure about this.
Once we are outside, he reaches over to the handle and grabs a helmet, then turns and hands it to me. “Here, this should fit you.”
I take it then promptly put it on while I watch him throw his leg over this beast and puts on his helmet. I just stand there and look at him, not exactly sure what I should be doing, and wait for him to direct me.
He turns around toward me. “Put your right foot here,” he points down to the pedal, “and then climb on. Make sure you don’t touch the pipes.” He smiles wide, grips the handlebars, and waits for me to do as he said.
I rest one hand on the back of the bike and one on his shoulder and do exactly what he said. Once I’m seated, he leans back against me. “Now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.”
I did as he asked, resting my head against his back, and hear him bring the bike to life. Oh Holy Jesus this thing really vibrates. He revs the engine a few times, causing it to vibrate even more, kicks something with his foot, and we start to move.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…here we go. I close my eyes and tighten my grip. I can feel him chuckle when I do this. After a few minutes, I decide it’s time to brave the world and take in my surroundings. I don’t loosen my grip, but I raise my head and look around. Is this what it’s like to feel free? I can feel the wind blowing past us, over my face…and just breathe in.
I have no clue where we are going, and really, I don’t care. We turned off the main road a few miles back onto this side road with trees that line both sides. I loosen my grip, but only a little, allowing me more room to look around. We pull up right beside large clumps of tall grass, he cuts the engine, then tells me that it’s okay to get off now. Get off? That’s what I was about to do with the massive vibrations of that bike.
After I remove myself from the bike and get the helmet removed from my head, I quickly run my fingers through my hair so I don’t have helmet head. “Oh my God. That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done, Liam.” I feel like I’m shouting when I tell him this.
He laughs right along with me while he’s taking off his helmet and adjusts the bike so it doesn’t fall over when he gets off it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but that’s not everything I wanted to show you.”
He grabs my hand and weaves us down a small path, grass surrounding us on both sides until we come to an opening. He pulls me a bit further then releases my hand, taking a few more steps, then leans down to grab something. When he stands, he unrolls it and that’s when I realize that it’s a blanket. A big blanket. I stand in awe and watch him move around quickly to get it spread out. When I of
fer to help him, he tells me that he has it, so I wait patiently for him to finish.
“There. All done,” he says proudly, looking down at his accomplishment of spreading a blanket out. “Come sit down.” He gestures toward the middle of the blanket where he is now standing.
I walk over and meet him in the middle then we both proceed to sit down. He leans back and pulls something forward. “Are you hungry? I brought out some things to snack on when you agreed to come with me.” I can see he’s a little nervous, and truth be told…I am, too. He always seemed to be in control at the house, and now he seems to be a little nervous with it just being us.
“Sounds great.”
We dig through the basket and munch on the food that he brought. “Tell me about Haley.”
I kick off my shoes and lean back against my elbows. “Well…what do you want to know?” I ask, leaning my head to the side and see him relax right along with me.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Haley.” He smiles wide, but then gets a rather serious, but sexy look on his face.
“Everything, huh?” I smile back, not sure if he truly wants to know everything there is to know about me, but in all honesty, there’s not a lot to tell. “You sure about that? It’s not that pretty.”
He scoots closer to me then leans in and gives me a kiss. “Everything. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m very attracted to you. I want to know you inside…and out.”
Oh, my freaking God! He wants to know me inside and out! How in the hell am I supposed to respond to that! I’m sure my face shows exactly what I’m feeling right now. “Liam…I haven’t really talked to anyone about my life.”
He nods his head. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, then. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me. I really want to know.”
I watch his face for a moment for any signs that he’s not being true to his word before I let my guard down. “Okay…if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” he says, rolling over onto his back, placing his arms behind his head and watches to see what I’m going to do.
I readjust myself so my head is resting on his stomach, making myself comfortable. “So…” I start, and tell him about myself…about my life growing up. I didn’t tell him all the little details because he really doesn’t need to know that. He stops me periodically and asks me questions. Some are more personal than others, but I’m finding it rather easy to talk to him. I don’t feel like I have anything to hide when I’m with Liam. As odd as it sounds, I trust him…maybe more than I should.
“So…now it’s your turn. Tell me all about Liam.” I turn my head and see him smile down at me.
“Well, there’s not that much to tell. After listening to everything you just told me, we have a lot more in common than you might think.”
We lay here on the blanket all afternoon and well into the evening talking back and forth. Liam tells me his entire life story, and he was right, we do have more in common than what I first thought. I was born into a family that didn’t love me and made it a point to tell me. Liam grew up in foster care, and he doesn’t know who his real parents are. It saddens me to think that such a fun-loving guy doesn’t know where he came from and yet part of me envies him. There were several times when I wished that I didn’t know my parents. He moved from home to home whether he did something wrong or not. Just when he thought that he had found the right one and began to get comfortable with his new family, the system would uproot him and move him somewhere else. Starting over each and every time with a new family, new schools, and knowing that you probably wouldn’t be there long enough to make friends had to be extremely hard on him at such a young age. I stop him every now and then and ask him questions like he did me…giving me an honest answer every time. The way his tone would change when he answered my questions, or began telling me more, led me to believe that he wasn’t holding back. It was almost as if he wanted me to see the real Liam. It was his way of telling me that he felt comfortable enough with me to tell me his story. I have a feeling there aren’t many people who know everything that happened in his childhood.
I roll over and scoot up closer to Liam, resting my head on his outstretched arm. He curls his arm around me, effectively pulling me closer to him.
“All better now?” He gives me a little chuckle as he asks, then kisses the top of my head.
I scoot a little closer then toss an arm and one leg over his. “I am now.”
I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat. His grip on me loosens and then he starts rubbing circles on my lower back, just above my jeans.
“You’ve probably figured out that we’re all…how should I put this…that we’re very comfortable with each other at the house.”
I just nod my head, waiting to see if he’s going to continue or not.
“Did you enjoy that night with the girls, Haley?” he asks in his low sexy voice.
I close my eye and take a deep breath. Did I enjoy that night? “Yes.”
“Can I ask you something else?” He keeps rubbing my back, occasionally swooping his hand down and rubbing it across my ass.
“Yes, but only if I get to ask you something in return.”
He chuckles. “Fair enough. Does it bother you? I mean, all of us being so friendly with each other?”
“I’m gonna ask my question before I answer that.”
“Okay…shoot.” He says, still his hand for a moment.
“How did it start? What happened to get you guys to the point where you’re all sleeping together?”
I can feel him take a deep breath and then his hand starts moving again, but this time it slips under the hem of my shirt, and he starts rubbing my back…skin on skin. His touch feels amazing. I close my eyes and just take in the warmth of his fingertips.
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” At least he’s being considerate and asking if this is something I actual want to know.
“Yep.”
“We had all moved in within the same week, and we decided to have a small party one night to get to know each other.” His hand has started working its way to my side and closer to my breast. “We were all drinking, of course. We were out by the pool, and we started playing that stupid game Truth or Dare.” He laughs a little, remembering how it all started. “Anyway, one thing led to another, and before I realized what was happening, it was like a big orgy.”
“And…you liked it like that? You didn’t get embarrassed about anything?” I can’t believe we are actually talking about this. I can’t believe I actually asked him that.
“The naked body is a beautiful work of art.” He turns on his side, disturbing my resting place, so he’s facing me now with a complete look of lust in his eyes. He brings his other hand up and starts tracing my face with his fingertip. “I, for one, can’t wait to see your work of art.”
He grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, then lowers his lips to mine. My lips part as soon as I feel his tongue seeking entrance. I need to feel him…any part of him. All I can think about is how good he felt pressed against me that night he laid in my bed with me. My fingers are trembling, but I manage to find the top of his jeans and pull his shirt up then place my hand directly on his side. I can hear him take a deep breath when I place my hands on him.
He scoots a little closer to me so he’s right up against me now, weaving his hand through my hair in the process. I know I’m getting turned on with the way my nipples have hardened and the fact that I’m almost positive my panties are wet now. All I want to do right now is get as close to him as I can. I snake my hand around to his chest, gliding my fingers over his taut skin. Holy hell, his abs feel so good!
Liam brings his hand down and cups my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He continues his downward path, placing his hand under my shirt, heading straight back up to my breast.
I pull back for a minute to catch my breath. “Oh, God.”
“Christ, Haley,” he says, panting.
I open my
eyes and see him staring at me. “What…”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Nothing’s wrong, but I’m not going to push you to do something you’re not ready for.”
I want this. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so bad in my life. It’s time for me not to be the shy one. It’s time for me to go after what I want…and Liam is exactly what I want right now. I don’t say anything to Liam. I remove my hand from his shirt and rise up on my feet, all the while keeping our eyes locked on each other. I reach for the hem of my shirt and raise it up over my head, tossing it off to the side.
“Haley, what are you doing?”
I don’t say anything yet. I just give him a little sexy smile, well, I hope it’s sexy, then move on to removing my jeans and socks, leaving me standing in front of him in my matching purple lace bra and panties.
“Je-sus, Haley.” His eyes travel the length of my body. It’s like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
Liam hasn’t said anything else. I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra when he jumps to his feet.
“No…no…no.” He stands to his full height right in front of me. “Let me, please.”
I nod and wait for Liam to do what he wants. He finally brings his arms up and reaches around me, unclasping my bra then slowly lowering the straps, tossing it off to the side when it’s fully removed.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, leaning down to suck one nipple into his mouth, then the other.
Hearing him say that boosts my confidence. Even though I really wanted this, I’m still nervous. The way he is looking at me tells me that he likes what he sees.
He starts kissing his way down my abdomen, lowering himself to his knees, and then he hooks his thumbs on my panties and starts to remove them. “Seriously?”
