Chapter Twelve
Liam
I found myself completely underneath Philomena’s spell. Her antics made me lose my patience in such a good way. I was the one that started this game by playing fast and loose with her underwear. But there was something in her eye I couldn’t recognize.
Something I hadn’t seen before up until that moment.
I sank to my hands and knees, inching closer to those long legs beckoning me from under the table. I peeked up into her eyes before I put my hands on her, and she parted her legs willingly as her back hit the seat. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came over to take care of her, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down.
Especially since I had almost lost her.
“You know, we’ve never been to good at verbal communication. If we were, we’d be at your new place right now instead of mine,” she said.
Holding her stare, I allowed my tongue to draw a steady line up her leg to where her panties were waiting for me. I snuck my finger underneath the side of them and felt the heat of her arousal grace my fingertip. I dipped between her glistening folds, making brief contact with her clit. It made her squirm and shiver down to her toes.
A sight that throbbed my cock against my jeans.
“Conserve your energy,” I said. “We’ve done enough talking for one night. Let my actions speak louder than my words.”
I put my hands underneath her thighs and slid her down the chair with her body on display. Her pussy lips were begging to be kissed and I was no longer in the business of holding back. She parted her thighs further for me, granting me permission to explore my unspoken desires.
“This kind of bedside manner doesn’t exist at a hospital,” she said breathlessly.
“Do you ever shut up?” I asked.
I delved deep into her core with the point of my tongue leading the way. Every flick of my tongue had her twisting and turning and every groan from my lips had her shivering in my grasp. Her panties sat against the edge of my face, threatening to slide over the dessert I’d created for myself. I kept her steady as I tightened my grip around her, continuing to explore her wet flesh. She moaned. Whimpered. Gripped the arms of her chair. She rocked her body into my lips as her head fell back, allowing electricity to pucker those nipples so tight I could see them through the fabric of her navy nightgown.
“Liam. Yes. Holy shit don’t stop. I—Liam. I’m—I uh…”
She pounded her hands against the arms of the chair as her breast jumped in defiance. Her juices became a decadent thrill and I was there to plug the leak with my mouth shielded over top. I caught every drop. Tasted every part of her. Moved her hips closer to my face so my scruff could catch the sensitive mounds of her inner thighs.
There was no way that I was ever going to meet another woman like her.
I looked up into her face, watching it turn red as she dropped to the chair. Her legs quaked. Her hands loosened. It was as if the whole of the earth fell off her shoulders as her pussy continued dripping into my mouth. I studied her, memorizing every beautiful part of her vulnerable moment. And the only thing that wafted through my mind was a piece of property she’d shown me over dinner.
One home I could envision myself raising a family with the woman I loved.
I struck up my ministrations again, watching as her eyes bulged. She leaned up in her chair and looked down, taking in my tongue exploring her depths again. The fact remained that I was pulling out all the stops to make sure my name was on the tip of her tongue for the rest of her life. We still had some obstacles, but this time was dedicated to a loving caress and cries of enjoyment I wanted to be heard down the street.
“You have to stop before I… faint,” she said breathlessly.
She pushed herself back from the table, but if she was still that strong then my job wasn’t finished.
“I don’t know where you think you’re going, but I take my job as your caregiver very seriously. I don’t give up until I see a smile on your face you can’t wipe off for days.”
“Liam, it’s too much. I-I-I… I can’t.”
“Call it a personal approach,” I said with a grin.
I slid my tongue up her slit, watching as she shook with pleasure. Her body caved to me once again as her hips rocked against me. Her hands twisted into my hair, but I felt her grasp growing weak. Her head shook back and forth while her body pressed further into me. Her thighs clamped down around my cheeks while her hands pushed at my forehead. Her body fought what she so desperately wanted, and the war going on in her body sent my cock pulsing rapidly in my jeans.
I took my cock out of my pants and fisted it, feeling it leaking onto my skin.
Her body jolted with yet another orgasm as I pumped my cock. She moaned and cried out, unleashing sounds I’d never heard fall from the lips of a woman. She’d lost all control. Her body was no longer hers. I latched my lips onto her clit until sweat dripped down her chest, then I released her and watched relief flood her eyes.
“Oh my gosh. I can’t take it. Liam, don’t. I can’t—It’s…”
I stood up and ran my cock up and down her slit, watching as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I waited for her command. Waited for her to tell me how this evening was going to end. Each time I made contact with her clit made her entire body convulse. Jump. Quake for my viewing pleasure.
“Tell me what you want, Philomena,” I said.
“You know what I want,” she said as her eyes fluttered open.
“Then tell me what you need.”
Her eyes connected with mine as I stood there, my feet stepping out of my jeans and pushing them off to the side.
“You,” she said. “I need you, Liam.”
Her words stopped my heart, stripping away any doubt I might have had with our encounter. I slid my cock into her body that she was giving me. Willingly offering up to my car. One long stroke as I bottomed out against her made the strength of her inner goddess emerge, and she wrapped herself around me long enough for me to fist her ass so I could lay her down on her kitchen table.
She squeezed me, shooting a fire through my veins only she could stoke. Each hard thrust brought about a moan of acceptance that echoed off the chambers of my mind. I had her back in my arms. Pinned underneath my body. Massaging my cock while my lips encompassed hers.
I was never going to let her go.
Her juices streamed down the length of my cock as I rolled into her body. It dripped off my balls and onto the kitchen table as our bodies became one. I slid one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her further as her jaw unhinged with searing pleasure.
“How beautiful you are to me, Philomena,” I said.
“Don’t stop, Liam. Please, don’t—”
My eyes flew open at the word and I found her darkened green eyes staring back at me. I sank myself into her, pausing to feel her muscles rippling around me. I was no longer staring into the eyes of the real estate shark that had come to own the properties of Boston. I was looking into the eyes of a woman who had almost lost her life. A woman who was bellying-up to her fears and letting them become exposed to the one person she trusted.
“Mena,” I said with a whisper.
Her hand came up to cup my cheek as her thumb stroked my skin.
I grabbed her other leg and tossed it over my shoulder. I bent her in half, feeling her walls massage me with its good blessings. I captured her lips with mine and pounded into her, jumping her tits out of her nightgown so I could kiss them. Bite them. Suck on them until she couldn’t take it any longer.
The sound of her moans musically serenaded me into submission.
The heat in the room was stifling and I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my body. Her hands raked along my skin, gripping my back and rushing down my chest. The kitchen table swayed. Creaked. Moved with each thrust of my hips. I pried her hands from my body and threaded our fingers together, then pinned them above her head.
I heard the table cracking. I heard the wood
splintering underneath my advances. The table came to rest against the wall, giving me more support to drive myself further into her. I breathed her air. Swallowed her groans with my lips. Our sweat mingled together as I leaned up, watching my cock slide in and out of her. I reached down with my hands and tore open her nightgown. I was over the layers that trapped us. I slid my shirt over my head before my hands dropped down to the table, my naked body blanketing hers.
I wanted to make up for lost time. Any time where she had been away from me and I hadn’t been there to kiss every inch of her smooth, shimmering skin.
“Give it to me. Don’t hold back, Mena. This is what I want, and I’m not going to settle for anything less,” I said.
I was losing the fight. I felt as if the table would buckle underneath us at any moment. There was no denying the rhythmic pulses of her pussy. The way they beckoned me to surrender to her. I threw my head back and opened my mouth, allowing her name to spill from my lips. The burning sensation and white-hot pleasure blinded me as my hips stilled against hers. I bucked with spastic motions, feeling the very second her body finally succumbed to me.
“Liam! Fuck!”
Her pussy pulsed around me, pulling me deeper into her body as I collapsed against her. The heat of our bodies in the air blanketed us. Reminding us of the Olympic marathon that had just taken place. I filled her to the brim until my cum poured out of her. My face fell to the crook of her neck so I could kiss away the goosebumps fleeing across her skin.
I fell to her body, feeling her cradle her chin against the side of my head.
“You’re going to kill me softly every time we are together,” she said with a whisper.
“There is this static charge in the air that we have created, and I’m not sure I ever want it to dissipate.”
I helped her slide her legs from my shoulders before I planted my hands and lifted to take in her hooded gaze.
“There is one thing that was missing, though,” I said.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she said as she slid her fingers through my wet tresses.
“Trust me. It is. You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t think I could move if I was at full strength,” she said.
I slid from between her legs, reveling in the wet sound that accompanied the movement. I felt naked without her, but there was one last thing I wanted to do for her. I stumbled down the hallway as my head spun and my legs shook from the power of my orgasmic bliss. I walked into her bedroom and went straight for her bathroom, then dipped down and began to run us both a hot, soothing bubble bath.
Chapter Thirteen
Philomena
I couldn’t stop smiling. And in my cloudy, orgasmic haze, I barely registered someone knocking at the door. I heard the water running into my bathtub in my room and I felt an involuntary smile cross my cheeks.
Until the knocking became louder and more insistent.
Of course someone would come by to ruin my wonderful evening.
I wasn’t presentable for company, so I grabbed the first thing I saw. Liam’s shirt hung loosely over my body, barely covering my ass. And the smell of his cologne only served to enhance the memories of the past hour. I smiled as I stumbled on my wobbling legs to my front door. I thought that I was immune to a man’s masculine charm. But Liam was head and shoulders above all of them.
And I wasn’t afraid to admit it.
The meal was something that set the bar, but dessert exceeded all my expectations. I was left exhausted and fulfilled in more ways than just my carnal desire for him. So, the idea that I was going to have to entertain visitors only served to agitate me after such an emotional outpouring of my soul into the likes of a man I never dreamt I’d find myself with.
“Mena? Is that your front door?” Liam asked.
“Give me a second!” I called out as I opened the door. “Can I help you?”
The mysterious stranger that stood at my door looked less than appetizing. Especially considering the very naked man I had ready to help me dip into a very warm bath to soothe away the aches and pains he’d created. My chain caught the door as the woman peered in at me, and off behind her I could see the shadow of a man. She held up her badge and I recognized it, but that didn’t mean I was going to open the door for her mysterious stranger.
“My name is Detective Charlotte Cloud. We’re looking for Liam. We have reason to believe he’s here with you. There are a few questions myself and my partner have about the accident at Galway Bay.”
The man stepped into the light and looked down upon me with a harsh stare. But when he held up the same badge the woman had, I let out a long sigh. So much for my bath. I released the chain and opened the door with my body hidden behind it. She stepped through and gave me a sideways glance, then pulled out a notebook and went directly into the living room to sit on my leather couch.
“Is he coming in?” I asked.
“He always waits out there,” she said.
“Well,” I said as I shut the door in the man’s face, “I wasn’t expecting company. Let me put on something more presentable and I’ll be right back. I’ll let Liam know you’re here.”
“It was confirmed that the gas leak was no accident,” she said. “So, we’re here to get the facts.”
The gas leak wasn’t an accident? No one had filled me in on that yet.
“And that’s fine. Liam will be with you in a second. In the meantime, would you like something to drink?” I asked. “I thought about making myself a strong cup of coffee. It’s no trouble to make another one.”
“It’s very nice of you to offer, considering everything you’ve gone through. I don’t plan to take much of your time.”
Her voice cracked, causing her to clear her throat. She shifted nervously in her seat and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My eyes fluttered back to my front door before panning over to her, and I found her eyes staring dangerously close to the hem of Liam’s shirt hanging off my body.
Something wasn’t right about any of this.
“Don’t you find it a little strange to be here unannounced? Especially this late at night?” I asked.
“My partner and I have been investigating several incidents that have happened to Liam over the past few weeks. I didn’t want to wait until morning. I wanted to make sure he was okay.”
“That he was okay,” I said.
“And you.”
“And me,” I said.
“I also need him to answer some questions.”
“If you’re a detective, shouldn’t you get a copy of the police report?” I asked.
Her gaze hooked onto mine and something in the pit of my gut told me to get out of the room.
“Let me go get him for you. The sooner he can answer your questions the sooner we can all get some rest,” I said.
I felt like I was walking on eggshells going down my own damn hallway. I knocked gently on the door to my bedroom, but no answer came. So, I reached out and pushed it open, worried at what I would find on the other side? Why was I so worried? Nothing was wrong, right?
But the sight I found left me completely transfixed.
The sculpted statue of Liam’s figure stood in front of me. Naked and still glistening with sweat, he reached for a towel. But I strode into the room and snatched it from him, keeping it out of his reach.
I leaned back as his arm slipped around my waist, pulling me in for a long, sensuous kiss.
“Was that your front door I heard?” he asked. “Don’t tell me someone got an eyeful of you in my shirt.”
“In fact, there was someone there. Detective Charlotte Cloud is currently sitting on my leather couch,” I said.
“Detective Cloud?” he asked.
I felt his arm release me as I settled down onto my feet.
“Let me venture a guess here,” I said. “You’ve hired her services because of some things happening to you, but at one point in time you two were involved?”
I grinned as I han
ded him back the towel.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he said. “She was a bit too vanilla for my taste. It was a very long time ago. Back before she had the passion to become a detective. She was still working across the street at the diner I drop drunks at to fill their stomachs after too much partying at Galway Bay.”
“So, when she tells me she’s here to collect information on the accident yesterday, she’s telling the truth?” I asked.
“You have nothing to worry about, Mena. We ended things amicably and there was no crying or any kind of scene when we called it quits. Her and her partner, Detective Harold Geyser, are the two best private eyes in Boston. I’ve hired their help for the past few weeks.”
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I asked.
“Someone getting jealous?”
“No. But now I am a little worried. She said the gas leak at the bar wasn’t an accident?”
He touched my cheek and I leaned into his touch.
“I think it’s fair to warn you that she might still harbor some residual feelings for you,” I said.
I looked up into his eyes and watched his face harden.
“It’s always when we lose something that we realize what we’ve lost. Just take it as one of my infamous hunches.”
“You mean those hunches that satisfy all your customers?” Liam asked with a grin.
I playfully slapped his chest before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my palm to his lips to kiss. But that didn’t stop the nagging voice in the back of my mind. It was the way she spoke of him. The way she called him ‘Liam’. There was something still intimate in her voice, and since I’d opened the door wrapped in his damn shirt, I didn’t want to take any chances.
“She’s in the living room. I’m going to go make myself a cup of coffee,” I said.
“I’ll get this ugly business done and over with, then we can get back to our evening.”
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into one last kiss that buckled me at my knees.
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