A Thousand Cuts (Cursebreakers, Inc. #3)

15. Liam

Chapter 15

Liam

H e felt the moment Fix registered the word, because the muscles on his chest and shoulders tightened and the arms he had around Liam pulled him in.

“Liam,” Fix growled, sliding his hands down Liam’s waist and pausing at the swell of Liam’s ass. Not touching. But so dangerously close Liam could feel his knees getting weak. “Honey…we should slow down.”

“Why?” Liam asked.

He didn’t want to slow down. Not when he’d finally allowed himself to have this.

He wanted all of it.

“Because we still need to talk. Because we just had our first date. And our first kiss. Because I want so much more from you than sex. Because we’re both tired. Quite a few reasons,” he said between bruising kisses.

“I just have one,” Liam said against his lips, and Fix pulled back to look at him. “I want you.”

Fix threw his head back, groaning, and Liam smiled, knowing he’d won.

“Please, Daddy,” he begged against the skin of his throat, fingers playing at the hem of Fix’s shirt.

Fix released another growl before he bent down, scooping Liam up with a firm hand under his thighs.

“Give me the key,” he ordered.

Liam reached shaky fingers into his pocket, pulling the key out and handing it to Fix.

He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. His legs were wrapped around Fix’s waist, his arms were around his neck, their chests pressed together and Liam was so hard he thought he’d explode. Fix was too. And that was what nearly broke Liam. He could feel Fix’s cock against his own, could feel how big it was, and his mind took that and ran.

He didn’t notice Fix opening the door, or walking them in. He didn’t realize King was yapping from the living room. He didn’t register the sounds of people waking up in the apartments around his. All he could focus on was Fix.

His hips rolled without his input. His lips found Fix’s neck and explored. Years of pent-up need gathered so close to the surface he was sure it would all spill over and make a massive mess. Days of existing close to Fix and wanting him so bad it hurt bubbled inside him. Fix’s hands on his ass tugged him closer and brushed their hard cocks together and Liam keened.

Fix brought them to Liam’s room, pushed the door closed with his foot before stalking over and setting Liam down in the chair in the corner. The same one where Fix had sat watching Liam, talking him through the best stream he’d ever done.

“Wh—” Liam started when Fix released his hold and stepped back.

“You’re gonna lean back, honey,” Fix ordered. “And you’re gonna watch me make you feel so good.”

“But—”

“No buts, Liam.” Fix unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off. “I’m calling the shots here. Understood?”

“Y-yes,” Liam said, mouth dry at the sight of his wide chest covered in coarse dark hair and tattoos.

“Yes what?” Fix asked, killing the last functioning brain cell Liam had when he dropped to his knees between Liam’s thighs.

“Daddy,” Liam choked out, so painfully hard he felt like he’d come if Fix so much as touched him. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” Fix said, reaching for Liam, tugging at his clothes and throwing them all around the room as he left Liam completely naked in front of him. His back was resting against the back of the chair, chest heaving, cock hard where it lay on his stomach, and legs splayed open as Fix stared.

He felt spread open, vulnerable. He wanted to run for cover. And he also wanted Fix’s head between his legs. He wanted Fix’s tongue, on him, inside him. He wanted so much. Too much.

“Please,” he cried out when Fix made no move to touch him. When he just sat there on his heels, watching him.

“Oh, you beg so beautifully,” Fix said, finally touching Liam. His fingers wrapped around Liam’s ankles. “But there’s no need for that. I’ll give you everything you want.”

He gripped Liam’s ankles tighter and lifted his legs up, making Liam slide down in the chair until his ass was hanging off the edge. Liam gripped the sides of the chair, trying to anchor himself as Fix brought his legs up and over his shoulders. He could feel his breath on the insides of his thighs. Could feel the rough scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin there.

The anticipation was so strong that he felt like an exposed nerve and then Fix was there. His head diving to the core of him.

He bypassed Liam’s cock, his aching balls and the smooth skin of his taint. Like a man starved, he spread Liam’s cheeks and dove between them, tongue flattening against Liam’s hole. Liam screamed in unfamiliar pleasure. Nobody had ever… He’d wished so much… He couldn’t think anymore. His fingers left the edges of his chair and gripped Fix’s hair. His thighs clamped around Fix’s head. He didn’t know what he wanted, or how to get it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Fix prodded. Licked. Tasted.

He grunted and growled and for a maddening moment Liam thought the sound was reverberating inside of him, Fix was so close to his entrance.

“Fix,” he cried out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Daddy…”

He used the grip on Fix’s hair to push him closer to himself, rolling his hips, trying to ride his face, but he didn’t have the room for it. He was so close. He needed to touch his cock but that meant leaving Fix’s hair. And that meant Fix might stop what he was doing.

That tongue probed deeper, wet and firm before softening and easing out of him, again and again until Liam was sobbing. His words came out broken. He didn’t think any of them made any sense.

“Please,” he whimpered when his vision went black and one of Fix’s hands left his ass to travel up.

Yes.

Finally.

He’d touch him.

He’d squeeze him and Liam would come and it’d be so good…

But Fix’s hand went higher. Up his stomach and over his chest. Thumb sliding over a nipple. Catching his nail on it.

Liam arched his back, tears slipping free in frustration as Fix ate him out.

And then a chain reaction started.

Liam’s back curled, Fix’s hand slipped up his sweaty chest and fingers splayed over Liam’s throat.

His breath caught.

And Liam came with a scream.

He blacked out completely, detached from reality. He was shaking with it, vibrating out of his skin.

Through the haze he felt Fix easing his legs off his shoulders, gathering him up, and sitting down in the chair with Liam in his lap, naked and quivering. He felt Fix raining kisses on his hair, forehead, temples, and cheeks. He felt him running warm hands over Liam’s cooling skin.

He was talking to him. Whispering. Burning praise into Liam’s neck and collarbones. It all went to his head. He was good. Good for Fix. Good for his daddy.

He felt a surge of pride expand inside him. Waves of satisfaction at how good he was. Until he wiggled in Fix’s lap and felt him still hard.

He stiffened, looking up.

“But…”

“We have time, honey,” Fix said, standing up and relocating them to Liam’s bed. He put Liam down and curled his body around him, huge and warm and protective. “We have all the time in the world. Just let me hold you.”

Liam relaxed against him, boneless and tired, lowering his head to kiss Fix’s tattooed arms like he’d dreamed of doing ever since he’d first seen them. The hairs tickled his nose and he giggled softly before settling in and letting his eyes close.

A weird scratching sound drew his attention an undefined amount of time later, annoying and persistent. Something unfamiliar enough to bring Liam out of his sleepy daze. It was King’s sudden and loud barking that had Liam bolting upright in bed though, head turned toward the closed bedroom door.

It didn’t sound like King’s usual barking, this was the kind he saved for strangers and threats.

“King?” he called in worry, scrambling to get out of the bed as he felt Fix wake behind him.

“Honey, wait,” Fix whispered, grabbing his waist.

Liam shot him a sharp look, struggling against his hold. “King needs me.”

“I know,” Fix soothed. “Nothing will happen to him, but we have to be careful. Let’s not rush out there.”

Liam’s heart rate doubled in speed. “Do you think it’s…”

He couldn’t even finish the question. That dark figure haunted his dreams. He saw it in every corner and shadow, watching, waiting. Were they in his apartment?

“Shhh,” Fix said, cupping his face. “I’m here. Breathe.”

King continued to bark viciously. Anything could be happening.

Liam shook his head as he panted. “King. I need King.”

“I’ll get him,” Fix said.

Liam grasped his wrists tightly, begging, “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, okay? Not ever.”

Liam nodded, trying to find some measure of calm as Fix slipped from his hold and off the bed. He pulled his shirt on quickly, tiptoeing toward the door before cracking it open and peeking through.

King’s barking was immediately louder and more distressed, and Liam’s heart ached. He wanted him in his arms immediately. He couldn’t stand it.

The glass on the nightstand, the clock, and the lamp all suddenly exploded in unison and he screamed, arms going over his face as shards flew toward him, hitting his skin and leaving shallow cuts.

“LIAM!”

Fix dove back to the bed, hauling him away from the mess by his waist. King burst into the room through the now open doorway, snarling, with the whites of his eyes showing.

“Liam? Liam? Are you okay?” Fix asked, checking him all over. Liam could only shake in his arms as Fix examined all his wounds and cursed under his breath. “I’ll get this son of a bitch, okay? They could still be close by. Stay here, honey.”

“Fix,” he gasped.

Fix ripped his shirt off again and wrapped it around Liam’s shaking frame, laying a swift kiss on his forehead before diving out of the room toward the front door.

King’s distress overrode his own fears, and he sank down to cradle his puppy, tears slipping from his eyes. “It’s okay. We’re okay,” he chanted in a watery voice, like he always did.

He heard Fix’s low voice as he came back into the apartment; it seemed he was speaking on the phone to someone. Liam stayed huddled on the floor with King held safely in his arms.

“If you want to question us you can find us at my place. He can’t stay here anymore. It’s not safe. Whoever they are, they’re angry and escalating,” Fix was saying.

He was silent as the other person replied.

“What are you saying? You think it’s because of me?” Fix sounded gutted and it spurred Liam onto his shaky legs, creeping toward the doorway.

He saw Fix standing there, hand on his forehead as he looked at something on the kitchen counter, his phone held to his ear.

“I’m not leaving him,” Fix said finally, and Liam gasped, heart lurching. Like he’d heard him, Fix’s gaze found him. “I won’t,” he promised.

Fix put the phone down a moment later before moving to take Liam into his arms. Liam was trembling as he dug his nails into Fix’s broad back, more tears spilling down his cheeks.

“I’ve got you, honey. Daddy’s got you.”

“Don’t go,” Liam cried. “Please.”

Fix cradled his head. “I won’t. I promised, didn’t I? Do you believe me?”

Liam nodded against his chest, trying to get himself under control.

“I’m going to take you someplace safe, okay? We’ll gather your things and take King with us,” Fix explained calmly. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Were they trying to get in?” Liam asked on a hitching inhale.

Fix was silent for a moment before he admitted, “They just wanted to leave a message. You don’t have to read it.”

Liam shook his head. “I need to.”

Fix’s chest expanded in a huge sigh before he walked him over to the kitchen counter. There a white note with red writing lay.

I didn't count your every breath for someone else to steal it from your lips.

You’re mine.

Liam flinched away from the claim, turning toward Fix with a gasped breath.

“I didn’t do anything. Why are they doing this? I don’t understand,” Liam said, verging on hysteria again. He’d never asked for this. He didn’t want it. Why was he always being punished?

Fix hushed him. “This isn’t your fault. Not one bit of it, you hear me? You’re such a beautiful person, inside and out. You deserve nothing but good things. Remember that, honey.”

Liam sniffled, completely exhausted. He allowed Fix to maneuver him to the sofa and bundle him up, urging King to settle on his lap while he tended to his cuts. When Fix was done he placed three successive kisses on his forehead and then one to his mouth.

“Just keep your eyes on me and let me know what you want to take. That’s all Daddy wants you to worry about, okay?”

The command offered simplicity, and Liam let himself concentrate on only Fix as he directed him around his apartment, hot tears still slipping from his eyes now and then.

Fix worked quickly and efficiently, slowing occasionally to check on Liam and offer him quiet reassurances. He only disappeared when he had to enter the bedroom to grab Liam’s clothes.

Fix bumped into something, thumps heralding something tumbling over. He quietly swore. “Sorry, honey. I’m as graceful as a bull in a…china…shop…”

Liam worried his lip when he trailed off. “Fix?”

He didn’t have to wait, Fix appeared in the door with a worn notebook in his hand, a severe expression on his face. “Liam…what is this?”

“My notebook,” Liam said. “Where I used to keep track of my curses. I think I mentioned it to you.”

“You did, yeah,” Fix said, walking in and sitting down on the sofa next to Liam. He flipped the notebook open and went through a few pages.

Liam noticed his knuckles turning whiter the more he flipped, shoulders growing tense.

“There have to be hundreds in here, Liam,” Fix said, disbelief draining the strength from his words, making them airy and brittle.

Liam nodded, too desensitized to understand Fix’s shock. “I um…I told you there were a lot.”

“Yes but a lot is not the same as this .” Fix gripped the notebook so hard Liam was surprised it didn't tear. “This is…this is insane.”

“A bit yeah.” Liam nodded, looking at Fix through his lashes. “I get that it’s a lot. If you—”

“Do not finish that sentence. You’re not getting rid of me. But I am taking this with me.”

“Okay.” Liam felt his cheeks flush at how protective Fix sounded.

“Okay,” he said. “I think we have everything, so let’s get you into some clothes and out of here.”

Dressed in his comfiest cream sweat set and fluffy boots, Fix guided him from the apartment with an arm around his waist, Liam’s bag slung over his shoulder while Liam held King’s leash.

“I’ll lock up, you go ahead and hold the elevator,” Fix said, his voice deliberately light.

It made Liam pause immediately, glancing up and searching for an answer. “Why?”

Fix squeezed his waist and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Let me protect you from this one thing. Please?”

Something had happened to the door that Fix was trying to shield him from.

Morbid curiosity made him tempted to look, like with the note, but Fix’s quiet plea superseded the desire. Liam licked his lips before nodding and handing over his keys. “Okay.”

He walked off down the hallway, deliberately keeping his head down while Fix closed and locked the door. He couldn’t go far—fear was already creeping along his spine—but Fix was at his side again in just a moment, guiding him along and giving him strength all the way to his truck.

They were quiet on the trip to the city’s edge, but this silence was nothing like the comforting one from just a few hours earlier. This was oppressive. It weighed on them.

He felt a gentle touch on the back of his hand and turned his palm up, allowing Fix to twine their fingers together. He didn’t look away from the window. They approached a long dirt road leading into a patch of trees, and just beyond that was a large house with various cars of all shapes and sizes parked out front. Liam had never seen so many close together. Fix parked in one of the open spots between a colorful Beetle and a beat-up- looking pickup, turning off the engine and killing the only sound that still existed between them.

Liam could almost hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.

“Talk to me,” Fix said softly and Liam finally turned his head away from the window.

“It’s just never gonna stop, is it?” he asked, lifting his eyes to find Fix’s. “I can move to the end of the world and they’ll come after me. They…they found my home and they took it from me. I don’t…I don’t have anything else left.”

“You have King, and you have me,” Fix said. “I know that may not look like much right now, but I promise you I’m good at my job. I’ll get back everything they took from you.”

Liam’s eyes watered and he blinked the tears away.

“I’m just so tired of being scared, Daddy,” he said, leaning across his seat until he was propped against Fix’s side. Fix’s arm wrapped around him, steady and strong.

“I know, honey.” Fix kissed his head. “But you’re so strong and so brave for me. I’m proud of you for holding on.”

“It feels like they won.”

“They did no such thing. They’re pathetic and worthless and we’ll find them and make all of this go away. Okay?”

Liam nodded against Fix’s shoulder, a tear disappearing into Fix’s sleeve.

“Will you tell me what they did to my door?”

He felt Fix tense under his cheek and lifted his head to look up. He found Fix looking at him in concern.

“Do you trust Daddy to keep you safe?”

Liam swallowed heavily before nodding.

Fix leaned in to peck his lips softly. “Then trust me when I tell you there are things you don’t have to know.”

Liam opened his mouth to argue but Fix placed a finger over his lips.

“I’ll tell you if you want. I’d never keep you in the dark against your will. But like I said at your apartment, I’d rather protect you from some things if I can. You’ve seen enough ugliness to last you a lifetime. Let me shield you from some of it.”

Liam warred with himself. On one hand, he wanted to know because he spent a lifetime dealing with his own problems alone and that was all he knew. But on the other, wasn’t it so much better to just let someone else—let his daddy deal with it for him. Wasn’t that what he’d always wanted?

“Okay,” he said finally.

Fix smiled. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Liam returned it, small but sure. “You were wrong, you know?”

“About?”

“Having you looks like everything,” Liam said with a blush, looking away when Fix’s face bloomed into the biggest smile he’d ever seen on the man. He stared at Liam as if he’d hung the moon and Liam pushed himself away, lifting a hand to block Fix’s view of him. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Nope! I’m gonna look at you however I want. Now come on. Let’s get something to eat and take a nap. We’ve had one hell of a night.”

“That sounds good.” Liam got out of the car, letting King bounce out with him.

“If you’re comfortable with it, leave him out to stretch his legs,” Fix said. “Wren’s car is here and he has an uncanny ability to sniff out animals he hasn’t pet before. King will be well taken care of.”

“Oh, um…” Liam looked around at the vast expanse of the property they were on and gnawed his lip. “I’m not used to him being unleashed outside.”

“Our property is fenced,” Fix said. “Kind of mandatory with all the specimens Wren brings home. But King is welcome inside if you’d rather have him close. Plenty of beds and pillows and food bowls around.”

“I think I’d rather have him with me.” Liam held his leash tighter. “Who’s Wren?”

“Cursed animals specialist. Completely obsessed with anything scaly, furry, fuzzy, or otherwise non-human. You might meet him if we can catch sight of him. Slippery dude.”

Despite his frazzled nerves, Liam chuckled as he followed Fix into the large house. It looked like something rich people who were completely unaware of their wealth would call a cabin in the woods.

It was huge. While only one story high, it stretched across the clearing in the middle of the woods while not disrupting how serene the place looked. It was painted dark brown, which made it blend even more. A few stairs led to a wide porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house, a wooden swing perched just left of the front door. There was a blanket on it and it looked rumpled, like someone had been sitting there wrapped up in it before leaving in a hurry.

He followed Fix up the stairs and inside, King hot on his heels sniffing everything in sight. As soon as he walked in, his eyes were assaulted by the chaos of seemingly unmixable personalities living under the same roof.

Fix clearly read his mind.

“The motivational posters are Hart’s, the fancy knickknacks are Midas’s, the scratch marks are Wren’s, and the scorch marks are Ash’s. The general clutter everywhere is Black’s,” he said as they walked through the hallway.

“And what’s yours?” Liam asked, smiling when he saw King beeline toward a large fluffy pillow in one corner, sniffing at it a few times before sprawling in it and promptly falling asleep. His poor baby was clearly tired from the excitement of the day.

Fix smiled and grasped his hand. “This way.”

He led them into the kitchen and Liam gaped at the sight of it.

“Do you own every kitchen gadget ever made?” he asked in shock.

“Just about,” Fix said proudly, walking behind a huge kitchen island and pulling out an apron. He put it on and Liam sputtered out a laugh at the sight of it. It had a loaf of bread on it with ‘All you knead is loaf’ printed in bold letters above it.

“Stunning.”

Fix gave it a twirl to show off.

“Told you I got punny aprons,” he said, walking closer and gripping Liam’s waist.

“You sit here.” Fix hoisted Liam up onto the counter with no effort at all, and Liam squeaked at the sudden move. “I’ll make us something to eat.”

Liam watched as he pulled out a mountain of ingredients, bustling around as he arranged sandwiches and porridge and wraps. He explained as he went that he made everyone’s breakfasts to their liking.

“No eggs for you,” Fix said as he poured eggs into a pan to scramble.

“You remembered.” Liam felt warmed through.

Fix threw him a look. “I remember everything you told me.”

Liam melted into a puddle.

“Come here please, Daddy,” Liam asked softly.

Fix came closer, standing in front of Liam, his hips bracketed by Liam’s knees. He splayed his large palms over Liam’s thighs and leaned in. Liam’s breath hitched.

Fix slid his hands over his thighs and wrapped his fingers around Liam’s wrists. Achingly slowly, he lifted them up, turning them palms up so he could place warm kisses over his pulse points. It felt like he was being branded by those lips. The scratch of Fix’s beard over soft skin sent shivers down Liam’s spine.

Not giving Liam a single moment to catch his breath, Fix lifted his arms up by the wrists and the sensation of them being suspended in the air, being held up in Fix’s firm grip, made Liam let out a moan he just couldn’t control.

“You like that, honey?” Fix asked, tugging at his arms until he had them wrapped around his neck and resting on his shoulders.

He released Liam’s wrists and Liam whined at the loss of that hold.

“Yes,” Liam whispered, and Fix ran his fingers over his arms and his shoulders, then down his back until he had them wrapped around his waist.

He tugged Liam closer, his ass sliding over the countertop until his hips met Fix’s. Fix was hard. He felt huge, and Liam’s hips rolled without him meaning to.

The hands on his waist slipped lower and Liam bit his lip, moaning again, wishing Fix would just take him apart right there and make him forget everything. Wishing he’d bend him over and fuck him until he couldn’t see straight anymore.

Fix leaned in closer. Liam could feel his breath on his face. Could smell that intoxicating scent Fix always carried with him. It made him dizzy. Their lips were so close Liam could almost taste him. His body already knew what it felt like to be kissed by Fix and was prepared for that freight train of sensation to slam into him.

A thunderous noise nearly shook the house just before their lips met. King barked twice before bounding into the kitchen and parking himself under Liam’s dangling feet. Fix groaned and Liam rested his forehead against his shoulder, desperately trying to stop himself from trembling.

“I’M LATE!” someone screeched, power walking into the kitchen and zooming toward the fridge without even noticing they were there.

Liam stared at the tiny cloud of pastel pink in a crop top. The person stuffed their entire head into the fridge and whined when they clearly didn’t find what they were looking for.

“I got your sandwich here, muffin,” Fix said and the person spun around, face breaking into a blinding smile.

Liam recoiled.

The man was angelic. Probably the most beautiful person Liam had seen, with huge sapphire eyes and a head of shiny blond curls.

“OMG GIMME.” The man made grabby hands at Fix, who chuckled as he extended a plate toward him, a sandwich the size of his head on it. The man grabbed it, took an undignified bite out of it and flounced out of the kitchen.

Liam stared at the door, startling when the man popped his head back up, waving his sandwich in the air. He looked pointedly at Liam for a moment before turning back to Fix.

“Good work, Daddy,” he said, and then he was gone again, leaving Liam frozen in front of Fix.

He felt his heart shrivel in his chest at the words. Fix called him muffin. The man called Fix Daddy. He wasn’t…Liam wasn’t the only one. Fix wasn’t just his. Of course he wasn’t. Why would Liam ever think…

He pushed at Fix’s chest, trying to get off the counter and out of there. Out of Fix’s arms and his home and his influence on Liam’s sanity. He needed to breathe and he couldn’t do that when he was shattering to pieces. But Fix wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t let him leave even when Liam pushed harder against the unmoving mountain in front of him. He braced his palms against Fix’s chest, and the similarity to how it felt when Fix was kissing him hurt. It hadn’t hurt then. It had felt perfect.

He felt hands on his cheeks. He shook his head, trying to get them off but Fix made him look up. He was hazy. Liam’s vision was blurry and Fix looked distorted.

“Black is my brother, Liam.” Fix’s voice broke through the noise inside his head and Liam blinked to focus.

“What?” he asked.

Fix sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me if I’m wrong, but…this reaction is because of Black calling me Daddy.”

Liam set his face into what he hoped was an expression of indifference. “There is no reaction,” he said, voice far from the confidence he wanted to play at.

“You’re fighting me, honey,” Fix said. “I thought we were past this.”

“I just want to get down. Let me leave.”

“No. Not until you listen to me. I don’t have to touch you if you don’t want me to, but I want you to hear what I have to say.”

Liam crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “Fine.”

“Look at me,” Fix said, and despite the shame creeping in on him Liam couldn’t help but obey. He looked at Fix and found those kind eyes trained at him like always. “That was Black. One of my brothers.”

“You call your brother muffin?” Liam snarked.

“Have you seen him?”

Liam scowled. “He’s beautiful.”

“He’s the biggest pain in the ass known to humankind,” Fix corrected dryly.

“He…he called you Daddy,” Liam whispered.

Fix groaned. “They all do. I’m the oldest in the team. I take care of them for the most part. Hart does too, to some extent but they see me as a parent. When they say Daddy it’s…it doesn’t mean the same thing it does with you.”

Liam looked away, tightening his arms around his chest before speaking again. “I didn’t like it.”

“I don’t either. I’ve told them all to stop countless times before.”

“I want…I want to be the only one.” Liam closed his eyes to keep himself from chickening out of admitting it. “For you. I want to be the only one you let call you that.”

“You are, honey,” Fix said, sliding a thumb over his temple to get him to open his eyes again. “You’re the only one I want to call me that.”

Something warm settled in the pit of Liam’s stomach and he leaned forward, digging his fingers into Fix’s beard and kissing him. He straightened his back so he could glue himself to Fix’s chest, allowing him entrance into his mouth the moment Fix ran his tongue over his lips.

Fix tasted like every desire Liam had ever had. Like fulfilled promises and granted wishes. Liam could so easily get addicted to him, he knew.

“Daddy,” he whispered against Fix’s lips, feeling the man’s muscles tense under his touch at the word.

“Hm?” Fix nipped at Liam’s bottom lip, speaking without breaking their kiss.

“Take me to bed?” Liam asked, and before the words were out he was being lifted into strong arms and rushed up the stairs.

He closed his eyes and let the turmoil of the day slip away.

Fix could make him forget.