by Dani René
“Like what?” My words are breathy, filled with yearning. My heart races in my chest, but when Liam leans in farther and presses his lips to my ear, my body turns to liquid.
“Like you want me to take you…” His tongue slowly traces a wet, hot trail along the shell of my ear. “… bend you over my bike …” His teeth graze the lobe, biting down softly, eliciting a whimper from my lips. “… hike up your short skirt, tug your tiny panties off, then fuck you into oblivion.” Every word ignites a fire so deep in my core that I don’t think it will ever be extinguished. His teeth sink into my earlobe again, this time harder, tugging it, sending pleasure straight to my clit.
My nerves are frayed, and I am trembling with unadulterated lust. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to calm the ache, but it’s no use. There’s only one thing that will sate me, and he’s standing in front of me.
Liam
I’m so close to her. The scent of her perfume engulfs my senses, and I know there’s no turning back. The exquisite feel of her body against mine is too much. My cock throbs behind the zipper of my jeans. When she walked out of my house, I followed her. To find her standing alone in the dark angered me, and now all I can think about is spanking her peachy ass.
“Emma, you need to get in that fucking car and drive back to my house. Now. I’ll be right behind you.”
“What makes you think you can order me around?” Her sassy little mouth and that indignant tone only spur me on. She’s trying to make me angry, but all she’s doing is turning me the fuck on.
“Peach, do not make me tell you again.” There is a warning in my words, but when she folds her arms across her chest, lifts her chin and glares at me, I have to stifle a chuckle. She’s so fucking adorable.
“What are you going to do, spank me?”
Fuck, yes, I would love to do that. “Sweet cheeks, don’t fucking tempt me. Trust me, I am definitely not averse to putting you across my knee.” Even in the dark, I can see the pink dusting her cheeks. She drops her head and eyes the space between us.
Reaching up, I lift her chin with my index finger so her eyes are on me. I don’t know why, but I want them piercing me. She makes me accountable for my mistakes, my transgressions. This woman makes me want to be a better man. “Please?”
I have never begged a woman for anything. I have never pleaded like I do with her. She’s slowly unravelling me. The persona I have built over the years is crumbling, and I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t know if I want to stop it. I would give up the fame just to see a smile on her face and to see her eyes sparkle with amusement. To hear her giggle.
When she nods and walks past me, it takes every bit of my restraint not to grab her, press her against the barrier and fuck her senseless. But I promised my brother. I can’t hurt her.
She moves past me, and I hear the soft footfalls of her walking away from me. Rubbing my hand over my face, I glance back and realize she’s already in the car. I hear the engine start, but she doesn’t pull away.
I make my way up to the bike, swing a leg over, and slide on my helmet. I peer at the car, waiting for her to pull away, but she’s just sitting there. Turning to me, she offers a small smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes and I know I’ve fucked up. Not even two days into having her here, and she’s already in tears. Jesus, I am such a fuck up. I’m trying to do the right thing, and I can’t even get that right.
How am I going to fix this? I need to. Hurting her wasn’t my intention. As I watch her pull away, my heart thuds with anxiety. As the car disappears down the road, I turn the key and my girl roars to life between my legs. Fuck, I love that feeling. If only it was Emma between my legs.
I follow her all the way back to the house, my mind swirling with thoughts of her.
What can I give her to make this right? Is there even a possibility that I could give her a forever right now? Am I the marrying kind? I can’t answer that, yet, but I can try to give her a week and if she still wants me after, then I’ll have to work at it.
Moments later, I’m behind her on the highway. She’s a careful driver, but I am dying to get her home. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but she’s going to fucking talk to me. We need to do something about this tension between us. I can’t deal with it.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re parking in the garage. As I pull my helmet off, I catch a glimpse of her bare legs walking up to the house. She’s not said a word. She didn’t even wait for me to walk her in. I suppose she is my guest and I want her to feel comfortable in my home.
Walking up to the front door, I push inside since she left it cracked for me.
The vision of her standing there with her eyes shining has my heart rate speeding up. Emma is staring up at me with those doe eyes. Her tiny skirt is so tight that all I can think about is ripping it off and taking her right here in my fucking living room.
“I am going to get ready for bed. Did you want to talk in the morning?” Her voice is low. Uncertainty laces her sweet melodic tone.
“No. We’re doing this now.” I step into the hallway, blocking her from progressing toward the bedroom. I reach out and grasp her wrist, pulling her to me. She stumbles into my hold so that we’re inches apart, and this time, I’m not letting her go. Her smooth, creamy skin is flushed, her tongue darts out and wets those delicious plump lips.
I reach up and twist a lock of her hair around my finger as my gaze drinks her in. “Do you even realize how much I want you?”
“No, Liam, I don’t. Because ever since I arrived, you’ve pushed me away. So, I don’t know. Let me go. I’m tired.” She places a small, delicate hand flat on my chest, which sends a shiver of desire rippling through me. I’m sure she can feel my heart thudding against her palm.
“You really want me to leave you alone?”
She’s quiet for a long while and her eyes bore into mine. Chocolate to hazel. “Yes.” The breathy word stops my heart. I don’t want to. There’s no way I could ever willingly let her go, and the honesty in her conviction rocks me. Never has a woman seized my attention the way she does, and I don’t even fucking know her. Not the way I want to.
The only thing I do know is how she moans and whimpers when I drive into her. The way her body shudders when she lets go and her orgasm rocks her. And the feel of her soft, smooth skin under my fingers, lips, and tongue. But I want more.
I want to look into her soul, embed myself so deep in the marrow of her being, that she can never forget me. I want the rhythm of our hearts to beat in the same way I do when I find the rapid cadence on the drums.
For the first time, I want to know someone on a deeper level than just fucking. She’s fighting me, I know I wanted her to, but I’ve changed my mind. Her face is void of emotion.
I step forward, closing the distance between us. I am still holding on to her wrist. My grip tightens as she takes a tentative step back. When she finds her back flush with the wall, her breathing hitches, and my heart thumps against my chest.
I lean in, my lips barely brushing her cheek. The shiver that runs over her body at my proximity doesn’t go unnoticed. My voice is low, controlled, but there is something dark in my tone. “You’re telling me that I should walk away? Just let you go? That if I pushed my hand between your thighs and ripped those panties off, you wouldn’t be soaking wet for me?”
“Liam, please—”
“Please? Oh darling, you don’t have to beg, but I love it when you do.” The glare she pins me with is adorable, sexy, and I need to bend her over and ram into her tight body. I reach up with my free hand and run my thumb over her bottom lip. It’s plump, pink, and wet. The ache to bite it, tug it, and suck it into my mouth has me groaning.
“That’s not what I meant.” Her sassy mouth is as bad as her sister’s. And it turns me the fuck on. What I wouldn’t do to fuck her right now.
“You sure? Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you need it. You need me. Inside you, deep, and so fucking hard.” I lift her chin with my index finger
until her eyes lock on mine. There’s something in there. Emotion. She does want this. I want this. Why is she pushing me away? Because I pushed her away.
“No. I don’t need you.” With that, she pushes against my chest again, and this time I release her. Then she turns and walks away. Watching her retreating form is agony. She’s gotten under my skin. The need to be with her, to see her smile, to fuck her—it’s overwhelming. No woman has brought me to my knees. Why her?
The door of the guest room shuts with a final click. Followed by silence. It surrounds me, threatening to choke me. I don’t know what to do with this, the want I have for her. My phone buzzing pulls me from my thoughts. “What?”
“What the hell crawled up your ass?” Ryan asks on the other end of the line.
“Nothing.” He’s my best friend, so he’ll know something is up before I’ve had a chance to say anything. He’s quiet for a beat.
“Did you fuck her yet?” I stalk back into the living room, not wanting to get into this conversation where she can hear me.
“No, I haven’t. So you can’t give me shit about it. I’ve been behaving. I want her, so fucking bad. Her smile is killing me, man. I want to see it all the time. She’s different, feisty, and so fucking sexy.”
“And how blue are your balls?”
“Probably the same as yours,” I bite back.
“Fuck you, man.” Chuckling, I unlock the terrace door and step out into the warm night. I love the West Coast. The sea air is refreshing. I stand and watch the waves crash on the shore.
“You do know that Kierra isn’t going to wait forever for you to get your shit together, right?” His heavy sigh tells me that he knows I’m right. The woman is a piece of dynamite, and I can tell she reciprocates his feelings.
“I know, but this call wasn’t about me. It’s about you and Em. What are you going to do?” The stars are out, and I feel like a swim. I have a private cove just off my patio, which allows me a secluded area of the beach that I want to take advantage of tonight. A cool dip in the ocean might calm me down.
“I don’t know. I need a swim. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Don’t lose her and don’t be a dick.”
He’s goading me as he always does and I don’t stop my retort. “Fuck you.”
“Yeah, you too.” We hang up, and I drop my phone on the patio chair. Tugging my shirt off, I drop it on the seat and my jeans follow.
The need for a drink is rife. I have to stop the ache in my chest. That knowing feeling that I wouldn’t be able to stop at one. This is why Callum is so worried.
Heading to the water dressed in my boxer briefs, my skin instantly cools. But the heat that flows through my veins for the feisty brunette doesn’t waver.
Emma
Standing on the terrace, I watch his muscles tense as the waves crash against his body. I overheard his conversation, which I’m guessing was with Ryan and not Callum. There is no way he would have been so honest about his feelings for me if he were talking to his brother.
His wet skin shines under the full moonlight, and I find myself licking my lips. He’s handsome in a rugged, rough way. His broad shoulders and lean torso are sculpted and toned. His deep-tanned skin is like caramel, and I want to lick him.
Maybe, just maybe, I can convince him to give us a chance. Without thinking about it any longer, I strip down to my underwear and race toward the water. He’s deeper in than I thought, and he doesn’t notice me until I am right behind him. “Liam.” My voice is soft, and the crashing waves seem to drown out the sound.
I know he’s heard me, though, because his body tenses, and he spins around to find me wet and stripped down to my underwear. “Fuck.” The word tumbles from his lips as his hungry gaze scorches my skin. He hasn’t touched me, but I feel like his hands are on every inch of my skin, just from one look. “What are you doing, Peach?”
“I figured a midnight swim would be fun.” I shrug nonchalantly. Reaching back, I unclasp my bra and toss it back onto the sand. When I face Liam, his gaze is locked on my now-pebbled nipples. My body is aching for him—for his lips and mouth to devour every inch of me.
A growl echoes through the night, and I know he’s barely holding on to his restraint. “Em, babe, you need to not do this.” His words cut, but I am not going to take no for an answer this time. I can see he wants me. So, why is he pushing me away?
Waves splash against me and I shiver. When I reach for him, the warmth of his skin ignites a fire deep in my core. I peek up at the flames dancing in his hazel eyes. His desire is clear as day, and as soon as I reach for him, it’s like I manage to break through a glass case because everything around us shatters, and his mouth devours mine. His heated kiss sears my lips as I moan into his mouth. I feel rough, calloused hands travel down my back and grip my ass in a vise grip.
He lifts me against him and his thick, heavy cock presses against me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, feeling the crown nudging my core. All that separates us is the thin material of his briefs and my panties. His tongue fights mine for control, and I let him claim it. Claim me.
When we finally break apart, I stare into his now dark brown eyes that remind me of rich, black coffee. “I want you. Stop fighting it.” My words tumble in the darkness, like the waves that are crashing around us.
“Fuck it.” The air that swirls around us is laden with hunger and desire, igniting a fire within me. Our bodies mold together, his hardness and my softness, perfectly in sync. His one hand snakes between us and when his fingers reach my core, he growls into my mouth. He shifts the material of my underwear to the side, and two thick fingers dip into my body, sending me reeling.
The slow pumping of his hand causes my body to lock, and I am a whimpering mess when he finally pulls both digits from my wet pussy.
His voice is a growl as he walks us out of the water. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart by my hand. I need to be inside you. Hold on to me, Peach.” My arms wrap tightly around him as he leans down to retrieve my discarded bra. He continues into the house and sets me on the sofa. I’m still dripping wet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. With a click he turns on the fireplace and it roars to life.
“Sit here, baby.” He reaches a hand out to me and tugs me onto the soft white shag carpet in front of the fire. The heat warms the chill, and I watch Liam stalk over to the door, grab his phone, and shut the door.
“Liam…” I trail off when he walks over to a door in the hallway and pulls out two soft towels. When he joins me again, he wraps the towel around me and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.
Cupping my face in his large hands, he tilts my head back so I am looking directly into dark eyes. “I do want you, but I need time to tell my brother. He doesn’t trust me with you. I don’t trust me with you, and that’s what matters. There’s something you don’t know about me and before you make a choice, I need to tell you.”
I kneel and tug the towel tighter around me. The fire warms the large open area, but being this close to Liam while he’s sitting in his briefs is very distracting. “Can you put clothes on?” I question with a giggle. But the naughty smirk that curls those sexy, full lips has me squirming.
“Why? Does my body distract you, Peach?” When I swat his shoulder, my towel drops and his gaze immediately falls to my bare breasts.
“Yes, the same way my body distracts you, Hayes.” Thick arms wrap around me, pulling me against him. My laugh breaks any tension there was between us as his fingers find my hips and he tickles me relentlessly. My breathing is ragged, but I can’t stop laughing. He rolls us over until I’m straddling his waist.
“You make everything fucking distracting, gorgeous.”
I don’t know what expression comes across my face at his words, but any remnants of the light laughter we were sharing just a moment ago come to a halt. “What about all those girls you have on tour with you?” As soon as the question falls from my mouth, I feel him tense below me.
“No. Just you.” The
way his eyes shimmer with the truth makes me smile. Does he really mean that? I want to believe that there’s even the slightest chance that I can tame the bad boy drummer.
“Just me?” I lean in and place a soft kiss on his chest. The ink that adorns his skin is beautiful, and I can’t help smiling at the intricate patterns. He’s like a walking canvas.
“I know you don’t believe me, and I’m going to do everything I can to prove it to you. Since I saw you in London, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” That statement has me straightening. My body still bare to his gaze.
“Really? So you mean to tell me that since then—pretty much six months ago—you haven’t slept with anyone else?” I stare at him incredulously. There’s a naughty smirk playing on his lips, and I have a feeling I’m in for it now. Rough hands grip my hips, and he moves me back and forth slowly. My core rubbing against the steel in his briefs.
“Do you mean to tell me that since that night in London, you’ve been able to think about anyone else?” He raises my challenge with another, and I grin. Placing both hands on his ripped chest, I feel his heart thudding against my hand.
“I asked you first, drummer boy. Now, be honest.” Biting my cheek to keep from giggling at his expression for my nickname for him, I watch the wheels turning in his head.
“Honestly?" he questions and I nod, I asked for it. “I slipped up once, a one-off blow job. Other than that there hasn’t been anyone in my bed for six months. Since you, I’ve been a very good boy.” The last few words come out as a low growl, which shudders through me. His voice is rough with desire, lighting the spark inside me. His confession doesn’t hurt, it’s refreshing and I can see it in his eyes, there’s no denying what’s between us.
“You? A good boy? I doubt that.” I roll my eyes and he chuckles. The flirty playfulness doesn’t stop when he suddenly rolls us over and I find myself beneath him, his body pinning me to the soft carpet.
