Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
As soon as Hunter sees Lennon, he greets her with a kiss, and Liam is hesitant, but I kiss him anyway.
I might be more brave because I know my Dad is with Sophie and my mom isn’t around yet.
My parents will find out sooner or later, and while I don’t want to explain everything right away, I’d rather not hide the way I feel about Liam either.
We did that for way too long already. We’re laughing and goofing off when Mason arrives with my bouquet I forgot in the bridal suite.
“Ooh, thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”
Mason laughs. “No problem.”
“You nervous?” I ask.
“Nah. I’m ready.” He grins.
The music starts, and when Alison comes around the corner, I get all emotional again. She’s the cutest flower girl in the world as she walks down with Bentley, one of our cousin’s sons. Liam places his arm around me, and I lean into him, feeling his warmth.
“I’ll see you soon,” he tells me, kissing me sweetly before he and Mason walk to the side door. They wait to enter the front of the room.
Mason didn’t invite his father because there’s still too much bad blood between them but his mother is here. She walked out with his stepdad after all of our grandparents. Mom is ushered down next, and when she takes her seat, the big show is about to start.
Once the assistant pastor from my parents’ church comes into view, so do Liam and Mason.
Lennon is the matron of honor and glides down the aisle alone with her beautiful bouquet of red roses.
I take a deep breath and look behind me when I see Sophie and my dad.
I wave at her, then turn around and walk.
My eyes land on Liam as I make my way down, but he’s already staring at me. My body heats, and though fifty people are staring at me, the only person who matters is Liam. The smile never fades as I make it to Lennon, who wraps her arm around me and squeezes.
Alison moves forward throwing the flower petals on beat, and Bentley holds the cutest little sign that says “Here Comes the Bride.” My heart melts.
Lennon stands so proud as Alison continues forward, then goes and sits by Mrs. Locke.
For being only two, she did a great job.
When “Canon in D” starts and Sophie and our father appear, that’s when the tears I was holding back begin to fall.
Sophie glides toward us, and while we stare at her, her eyes lock on her man.
I catch a glimpse of Mason’s face, and he’s in complete and utter awe of his bride.
When she greets him, he whispers something in her ear, and Sophie blushes.
I glance at Liam, and our gazes lock, electricity streaming between us.
I want to tell him how much I love him and how I want to spend forever with him, but I think he already knows.
Something flickers in his eyes, and I can’t stop thinking about how handsome he is. And that he’s mine.
The ceremony runs smoothly, and everything about their love is admirable.
Sophie and Mason say their I Do’s, and soon they’re sealing their love with a passionate kiss.
Thank God for waterproof mascara and the tissues Lennon gives me because I’m overcome with emotions.
They’re finally starting the life they always dreamed of having together.
After the photographer takes more pictures, the reception begins, and I look out the window to see a layer of powdery snow covering everything.
Sophie got her dream wedding. The party is quaint and doesn’t last as long as most receptions, and I imagine it’s because the married couple is ready to bang each other’s brains out.
I’m laughing at the thought of it as we all say our goodbyes.
I wait for my parents to leave before Liam and I do so they don’t get suspicious, and I won’t have to answer any personal questions.
The last thing I need is to be added to the prayer list or be given “the talk.”
Liam opens the truck door for me, and I climb inside.
He holds my hand and kisses my knuckles before we drive the short distance to the small cabin he rented that overlooks the lake.
We had the rehearsal and dinner last night but were too tired afterward to enjoy the space, but now we’re both buzzing from the wedding and can’t keep our hands off one another.
As soon as I walk inside the cabin, I look around and gasp.
Music plays softly, and wood crackles in the fireplace as the flames dance.
Chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne sit on the small coffee table in front of the couch.
I glance back at Liam, who’s watching me intently with a smirk on his lips.
“How did you pull this off? I never saw you leave.” I saunter to him and place my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.
“I know people,” he whispers and grabs a handful of my ass. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, you know that?”
Butterflies dance in the pit of my stomach as Liam leads me to the couch and pours us both a glass of champagne.
“What’s the special occasion?” I ask with an eyebrow popped as I take a sip.
“You,” he quips, setting down his glass on the table before we sit on the couch, laughing as we kick off our shoes. I snag a chocolate-covered strawberry and moan when I take a bite. It’s so delicious.
Liam lets out a hearty laugh, watching me.
“This is amazing, babe. Be careful, I might get used to this type of treatment.”
Leaning over, he kisses me on my shoulder and trails his lips up to my mouth.
“Mmm,” he hums.
“Can you taste the strawberry?” I whisper.
“No, but I can taste you.” The husk in his voice has goose bumps trailing up and down my arms. Before I can reply, his lips are against mine, and I struggle to unbutton his suit jacket. Eventually, it comes off, and I yank his tie, forcing him closer as he leans into me.
“I have an idea for this.” I wrap the red silk around my hand and watch something swirl behind Liam’s eyes.
He doesn’t say a word as he removes it from around his neck and places it over the back of the couch.
Standing, he gives me his hand and lifts me.
With one swift movement, I’m in his arms, then he grabs the tie.
I want him, all of him, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
He’s teasing and taking his time with me, driving me wild. He sets me down on the plush floor in the bedroom. Double-paned windows give an incredible view of the lake. Honestly, there’s not a bad spot in this entire little cabin.
Carefully, he slides his fingers behind my back and unzips my dress until it falls to the ground in a puddle around my feet. My breath quickens when he unsnaps my bra.
“A red thong,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna have to keep this.”
I grin. “It was for you anyway.”
Looping his fingers over the thin material that holds the panties to my hips, he tugs and snaps them off my body, causing me to gasp.
His hands move down my side, then between my legs until he’s circling my clit.
I hang on to him, ready to shatter beneath his touch as he slides a finger inside me.
A throaty moan escapes me as he pulls away, and I frown at the loss of his touch.
“Fuck, Mads. You’re soaking wet,” he says, then places his finger between his lips. “You taste better than strawberries.”
Liam grabs the tie and carefully places it over my eyes and wraps it around my head so I can’t see a thing. My breathing is erratic as he drops to his knees.
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and devours me.
His tongue flicks and twirls against my clit, and at any moment, I’ll lose my balance.
Then, just like that, he pulls away and stops.
He pushes me slightly until the back of my legs hit the mattress, and I fall against it.
He grabs my ass and shifts me closer to the edge of the bed.
“This is much better,” he whispers against my skin, placing light kisses along my inner thighs before he returns to his place of solitude.
With my hands in fists, I grab the comforter, knowing the orgasm is building fast and hard.
It’s obvious Liam knows it too because when my back arches, he increases his pace, waging war on my pussy with his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes…Liam,” I breathe out, my entire body seizing as I fall deeper.
“Come on my tongue, baby,” Liam demands. “I can tell you’re close.”
Deep groans release from me as the orgasm nearly catapults me into a different dimension.
I’m floating before I fall back to reality.
My eyes flutter open, exhilaration courses through my veins, and I pull off the makeshift blindfold and peer at him with an insatiable amount of want and need.
He stands, then leans over my body, guiding his hand to my breast and playing with my nipple ring.
Resting against the mattress as he devours my lips, I can taste my arousal on him.
Straightening up, Liam starts to undress, but I stand to help him, wobbly on my feet. I unclasp and unzip his pants before pushing them down with his boxers.
Then he’s naked and hard in my palm. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I take his length into my mouth, paying extra close attention to the tip as I gently massage his balls.
His head rolls back as he lets out animalistic grunts.
My goal is to pleasure him like he’s mother fucking royalty, not leaving an inch of his cock unworshipped.
Liam runs his fingers through my hair, and I push away to look up at him.
“I need to feel you more than I need to breathe,” he growls, tracing my jaw with his thumb. Before he can command me, I move up the bed, giving him space to come to me.