Constantine: Britain’s Story Part 2 (Spearhead Lake)

Chapter 26

Britain

I feel nervous and shaky when I send the text message.

Britain

Can you meet for coffee at noon?

His reply is almost immediate. I wasn’t expecting that after not hearing from him for days.

Matthias

Yes, at La Boulangerie?

Actually, I was wondering if we could meet at The Grounds in Spearhead?

This time the reply isn’t immediate. There’s three little dots that come and go multiple times before I finally receive a reply.

Why Spearhead?

I’m staying here right now.

I don’t want to lie to him, and if he asks, I’ll tell him the truth. But I don’t want to hurt him unnecessarily either.

WHERE are you staying in Spearhead?

Fuck, in all caps, too.

I’m staying at Liam’s house. I ended up in the ER on Monday, and he’s been looking after me since then.

I hope that isn’t too much of a white lie. The flat-out truth would be because I love him, and I’m happy here, and he’s taking care of me. I wait for the reply, but then fumble my phone when it starts ringing in my palm. Shit, Matthias is calling. I’m in the primary suite upstairs with Liam, but I’m supposed to meet the girls in ten minutes for our walk. I hit decline, feeling like absolute shit when I do it.

I can’t talk right now. I’m going for a walk with the girls. I can call you afterwards, or we can meet for coffee.

The girls are staying at Liam’s house, too? What the fuck, Britain? Pick up the goddamn phone!

He immediately calls after sending the text. Liam hears the ring this time and walks out of the ensuite to check on me.

“Everything okay?” I’m sure he can see the look on my face that it’s not. I shake my head, and he comes over to where I’m sitting in an overstuffed armchair in front of the fireplace.

“What’s going on?” he asks, and I tell him about texting Matthias, and that I didn’t lie to him and now he’s calling me over and over. And just like on cue, my phone rings again with another incoming call.

“I’m supposed to meet the girls downstairs in five minutes for our walk. Do you think I should just take the call? I mean, I feel like he’s not going to stop.” I can feel the anxiety creeping in.

“If you want some privacy, I can tell the girls the paddleboards are ready now, and then you guys can walk when they’re back home?” he asks.

“Do you mind? I think it’s probably better if I just take care of this now.”

“Whatever you need. I can stay, too, and just have James take the girls if you need some support.”

I do want him to stay. I know if he’s here with me, I’ll be safe. But also, it’ll be good for him to get time with the girls. “Just go, it’ll be okay.”

He looks slightly uneasy, but then concedes, giving me a kiss on the forehead. Before he leaves, though, he tells me, “I love you, Britain. No matter what, okay?”

I nod my head and say, “Okay,” and then he’s out the door. My phone rings again, and with a tremble in my finger, I slide to answer. “Hello?”

“Britatin, WHAT THE FUCK?” he yells at me. That escalated quickly. I immediately regret sending Liam away now.

“Please don’t yell at me, Matthias.”

He just ignores my request, though. “You have got to be FUCKING kidding me! Wait, are you fucking him?”

I’d be lying if I said his tone didn’t scare me. Do I say yes? This is the ugly side of it all; I feel like complete shit and the guilt is overwhelming.

“I am,” I say quietly. I know this is going to hurt, but it’s the truth. I brace myself for his response, knowing it’s going to suck.

“Wow, Britain,” he scoffs. “You’re quite the little whore aren’t you?” My stomach sinks into my ass, my cheeks burn with shame, and the urge to curl into a ball and die is strong. “I didn’t believe Liam when he said he was with you the night of the Greek Fest, but that was true, wasn’t it? You told me you wanted to be with me, but then you turn around and fuck us both in the same night. Fucking unbelievable, Brit.”

“I did not have sex with Liam after the Greek Festival. I was sick and he carried me to bed. That’s it.” I try really hard to keep my tone even and strong…I’m probably failing.

“Like I’d believe you.” His tone is pure poison. It’s hateful.

“You don’t have to believe me. I ended things with you on Sunday, and I was not with him before then.” I think it’s telling he doesn’t give a fuck what happened to me that I ended up in the ER. He only cares about someone else putting their dick in what he thinks is his.

“Do you want my brothers’ numbers? Huh? So you can go FUCK THEM, TOO?” he yells again. I’m not sure if it’s him raising his voice at me or that he’s saying the same thing Liam did, but it stings. Harshly.

“If you yell at me again, I’m hanging up and blocking your number.”

He laughs a mean laugh at me. “No you won’t because you’re just a desperate little slut who’s daddy didn’t love her enough,” his voice rasps out, maliciously. “Speaking of, just wait till Constantine hears about this.”

Why the fuck would I care what Constantine thinks? It throws me off, until I remember what a huge dick he’s being. I can’t believe I ever had second thoughts about this. “I don’t even know who you are, Matthias. All I wanted was to tell you that I don’t want to reconsider being with you. Whatever we had is fully in the past, but I do want to thank you for putting any doubts I was having about my decision to rest. Please don’t call me ever again.” I end the call, set the phone down with shaking hands, then move to the bed where I curl into the fetal position and cry.

What in the actual fuck just happened? It’s like he flipped a switch and morphed into Mr. Hyde. I know realistically I’m not a whore, or a desperate little slut with daddy issues, but on some level, the words sting — and maybe he’s not wrong? I cry a little harder, but I’m thankful when the phone doesn’t ring again.

I lay there for two hours, crying on and off again, wondering what the hell just happened? Is this who he is, or did I just hurt him that bad and this is my fault? Maybe he’s justified? Maybe I was a whore. I mean, I did sleep with best friends, days apart. Maybe that does make me desperate. And yeah, I know I have daddy issues.

I’m so lost in my own thoughts, I don’t hear the bedroom door open. Liam climbs into bed, pulling me into his arms to cradle me. He tries to soothe me, brushing the hair out of my face, then rubbing my back, until finally he breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry, Britain. I know that was a really hard thing to do.”

I laugh, then sniffle. “No, it was actually exceedingly easy to do. I’m just crying because he was a total prick.”

Liam tenses behind me. “What did he say?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Called me a whore, a desperate little slut with daddy issues, yelled at me, asked if I wanted his brothers’ numbers so I could go fuck them, too.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Liam whispers behind me.

“It’s not worth it. As long as he stays away from me, I don’t care anymore. I just can’t believe I was doubting myself. I was so worried I was making the wrong decision, but um yeah, that definitely solidified it for me.”

“Well, you’re not a whore, or desperate, and who doesn’t have daddy issues? Even I have daddy issues, for fuck’s sake!” I laugh at his comment, then roll over to face him. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.

“Distract me. How did picking up paddleboards go?”

“Ahh, I think it went alright,” he says while gently stroking a thumb across my throat. “I took them all for a quick lap around the lake in Lucille. Elodie loved it. Caroline looked like she was holding on for dear life. Well, when she wasn’t looking at James, she was.” I laugh, and he continues, “She’s got it bad, sweetheart.” She’s not the only one.

“Thanks for doing that. Did you already get them unloaded?”

He reaches over, pushing my hair away from my face. “We did. They’re already out there with them if you feel like sitting on the deck or dock to watch. We can do lunch out there, too. I think Carly said it’s only like 45 minutes out.” Christ, it’s already almost lunch.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Any chance I can convince you to put on a swimsuit and go for a swim?” He gives me that same ‘I could eat you’ gaze.

“You really want to see all this in a swimsuit?” I motion down to the belly that, thanks to overeating at breakfast, seems bigger and harder than it was earlier.

“Fuck yes, Bambi. You’re so damn sexy. If the kids weren’t here, I’d get you in the lake naked and fuck you right on the shore.”

“Really? Even with the sand?” He laughs at me.

“Fine in the dock storage closet. Fuck, even just on the dock. I want to fuck you in every room in this house, baby.” I just nod my head and smile.

“I’m surprised we haven’t already.” I mean, we really got around the first time.

“Yeah, about that, we’re starting from scratch, so we’ll really have to commit to working on that if we want to get it done before this baby comes out.”

“This baby?” He said it like there’ll be others.

“I’m just being hopeful. If you’re done after this, we’ll be done. I’ll go get a vasectomy as soon as you’re done giving birth. But as of right now, yeah, I want another one.” He gets a little more serious, his voice a bit quieter. “I want to be there when you take the pregnancy test and when we hear the heartbeat for the first time. I want to be at the ultrasounds, and I mean, I fucking love the idea of getting to knock you up again.” My cheeks heat. Fuck me.

“Hmm, I really want you to fuck me right now.” I lean over to give him a kiss. “But I think I’m going to put on a swimsuit instead.” I sit up and head to my closet. He trails behind me to watch me undress, so I make sure to take my time, giving him a show, touching my breasts and pulling on my nipples before I tie my top. When I look over to him, he palms his rock-hard cock, watching me, sending a gush of warmth between my thighs.

I step both feet into my bottoms, then turn around, bending over slowly to bring them up to my hips. When I’m finally fully standing, he’s right at my back, running a hand down into the front of my swimsuit bottoms.

“We don’t have to fuck to make you feel good, baby.” He slips a finger between my already slick folds, running it up and down, and my head falls back against his shoulder in response.

“I know, but I think I’d rather just wait. I want you begging for it.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg for it right now, baby.”

I shake my head, though. “No, I want you desperate.” I spin around, standing right in front of him and palm his thick cock over his jeans.

“I’m pretty fucking desperate now,” Liam says a bit breathlessly.

“How desperate?”

“I might die if I don’t taste your sweet pussy.” I pretend to ponder his level of desperation.

“Hmmm. Maybe you can watch but no touching?”

“No,” his tone is firm, unrelenting. “I need to touch you, Bambi. I need to taste you and I need to be inside you.”

I’m curious. “When we were apart, did you ever touch yourself and think of me?”

“Every. Fucking. Day,” he replies.

“Show me.” He doesn’t say anything back, he just unbuttons his jeans and drops his fly, revealing his bare cock. He wraps a large palm around the thick shaft, making a tight fist, but his eyes never leave me. He stares at my body like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever fucking seen, making my chest swell because that’s absolutely the way I see him.

He starts stroking, up and down. And I start salivating over the muscles and veins in his forearm that pop and throb as his tight hold grips his length. “What would you think about?” I ask quietly.

“I’d think about the first time I came inside you. I’d think about bending you over our kitchen island, or taking you up against the wall. I thought a lot about the time we did 69 on the sofa and I painted your ass with cum.” I’m going to have to change swimsuit bottoms; it’s starting to feel like I sat in a puddle.

I can’t take it any longer. I move my hand down, sliding it into my bikini bottoms and he moans at the sight. I push the bottoms to the side, and let him watch as I insert a finger, then two. I use my other hand to push my swim top over and pinch a nipple. The heat of his gaze is overwhelming me, and I press my palm to my clit.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, Bambi,” he says, eyeing where my fingers are entering my body so I ease up on the pressure. “Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is commanding and fuck yes, I love when he tells me what to do. He drops his jeans to the floor and rips off his shirt, turning to close and lock the closet door. I watch him from my hands and knees, my pussy tight and vibrating with anticipation.

“Crawl to me, Bambi,” he says, getting down on his knees. “You’re going to suck my cock, before I rail that ass.” My cheeks flame and I nod before I start crawling to him. Maybe it’s demeaning, maybe it’s sick, but I don’t give a fuck. Because if Liam Millar tells me to do it, I will…and I’ll fucking love it.

When I get to the point where his dick is inches from my face, he instructs me. “Be a good girl and open wide.” I do, and he thrusts his cock into me. I moan, and feel him tremble from the vibration. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I suck, and work up and down, moving my tongue around his head. The tip is already dripping, and I savor the bit of cum already there.

“Are you ready, baby?”

I nod and moan out, “Yes,” and he grunts, but has to pull back to keep from blowing in my mouth.

“Turn around, Bambi.” Of course, I do as I’m told, releasing his dick, then turning around to give him my ass. He quickly unties my bikini bottoms at the sides, then discards the fabric to the closet floor.

I can hear, then feel, as he spits on my ass. The sound is so dirty, so fucking erotic my clit actually vibrates. Fuck me, that’s hot.

He rubs the lubricant between my cheeks and around my hole. The sensation feels fucking euphoric, causing my fingers to dig into the plush carpet. His dick throbs between my thighs, but he doesn’t enter me. Instead he warms me up, slipping in one finger, then slowly adding another to my asshole. Fuck, Liam, please. The thrill of anticipation heightens the feeling of the cool air hitting my nipples and clit, and like nothing I’ve ever wanted before, I want him in me. Touching me. Claiming me.

“More, daddy. I want more,” I tell him.

“Of course you do, Bambi,” he chuckles, “because you’re fucking perfect.” He removes his fingers, and my body aches from the emptiness. He spits on my ass again, and my pussy leaks down my inner thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bambi. Your ass, this pussy, and that filthy fucking mouth. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your thick cock to fuck my ass hole and some day soon, I want you to fuck me with both holes filled.”

He grabs my chin, turning me to look at him. “You want a butt plug, Bambi? Because I’m sure as fuck not sharing you.” God, I love this man.

I laugh, “Yes, daddy, that’s what I meant.” He spits on my ass once more, then slides his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Fuuuccckkk. I cry out from the mix of pain and pleasure. I can hear him moaning behind me, but I focus on my breathing to get the discomfort to subside.

“I don’t know if I can keep from moving much longer, baby. I’m fucking dying over how tight you are.” I push back against him, letting him know I’m ready and turn my head so he can see my smile.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

A truly devilish look comes over his face in response to my words. “Oh I will, baby. I’ve been dying to fuck this pretty little hole for awhile now.” He laughs maniacally, “But if you want to come…” Damnit, I should have seen this coming. He thrusts in and out of me slowly making my clit throb, begging for attention, and when he slides out, my pussy aches and clenches for him. “You’re fucking mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Liam.”

“I want everyone else to know it, too.” Shit, I was hoping to hold it over his head a while longer.

“Something else.” I try to prolong the inevitable. He thrusts again, and I cry out with desire.

“No. Fucking keep this up, and you’ll find yourself engaged before you get to come.” The need to come is so intense, my body feels like it’s on fire.

“Fine! Fuck. We’re together!” I’m the desperate one now. I need him touching my clit. I need him grabbing my full breasts, hard. I need him to quench the burning from the sting of him stretching my tight hole. He reaches around placing a damp finger to my clit and I toss my head back, intoxicated by this man. “Yes, fuck me…fuck, baby. I don’t know if I can keep from screaming.” I don’t want to keep from screaming, I want to scream his name at the top of my lungs. I want everyone to know that this man claimed me. Wants me. Loves me.

“Try, Bambi. I’m close, though,” he says when we both hear it at the same time, a door opening, and we freeze.

I turn back to look at him with horror on my face, and he slams a hand over my mouth. It’s too late, though, I’m already coming. I rock back against him, and bite one of his fingers, and then I feel him erupt inside me. As if this wasn’t already the best orgasm of my entire fucking life, my tight asshole can feel each time his spurts of cum release, extending my orgasm even further. We stay as quiet as possible, dying together, when we hear the door finally closes again.

“Fuck, that was close,” I whisper out.

He nods in agreement. “But goddamn, it was so fucking hot. This is going to be a core memory, Bambi.”

He slides out of me slowly, trailing kisses down my spine and then with a quick pat to my ass, we both get up and head to the bathroom to wash off. When I come out of the water closet, I’m laughing to myself. I turn on the shower, but Liam stops me first.

“What’s so funny?”

I laugh out loud again. “When our grandkids ask us, ‘How’d you and Grandma get together?’ are you going to tell them it was over anal on the floor of my closet?”

He laughs, then walks towards me, placing a kiss on my lips. “This fucking filthy mouth.” He kisses me again. “I love it.”