Chapter 14
LUCKY
Warm lips skate across the back of my neck, and the strong arm circling my waist tightens possessively.
Liam tugs me flush to his body and groans, his chest vibrating against my back with that now familiar sound of his approval.
His hard cock presses to my ass, the promise in the grind of his hips helping clear away the last cobwebs of sleep.
Hell…
This is the way to wake up.
Cocooned in this man’s unyielding hold.
Drowning in his heat and inhaling his scent that seeps into my lungs with every breath.
Groaning, I arch back into him and let my eyes flutter open to find the first filtering morning sunlight streaming through the window. “Don’t you have to get up and go help your brothers?”
He grumbles against my skin, shaking his head. “They can handle it on their own.” His hand skates up and cups my bare breast, his calloused thumb slowly drifting across my nipple and sending a little zing of pleasure straight to my clit. “I’d much rather be here handling you.”
Fuck.
When he says things like that to me, my entire body goes molten.
Especially when he’s touching me like this…
The light brushes of his rough fingers over my breasts, his other hand sliding down between my legs, cupping me where I’ve already started to ache for him.
Again.
I dreaded waking up this morning and what it was going to mean—that I am going to have to come clean with him.
The sun coming up means I am going to have to tell him everything.
Every single sordid detail about my horrible mistake will see the light.
But Liam found a way to ensure the morning wouldn’t bring with it anxiety and fear.
He ensured we could have one more precious moment together before everything changes.
His fingers find me slick and ready for him, and he nips at my ear playfully, slowly probing inside me. A needy hum tumbles from my lips as I roll back against him, the pleasure already spiking mingling with the memories of how he took me bent over the bed last night, exactly as I asked for.
How goddamn good it felt from that angle.
How untethered he became.
How fucking hot it was.
And I want it again.
Need him again.
Before everything goes to shit.
He grazes his teeth along the column of my neck, then trails his soft lips across the same skin, sending goosebumps spreading wildly in their wake.
I rock my hips on his hand, and he grinds his palm around on my clit, sending me spiraling off into a breathless need that has me twitching in his hold.
“How do you want me, Lucky?”
His murmured words against my heated flesh take a second to register.
The answer is easy.
“Every way.”
He chuckles low and darkly in that way that only seems to come out when we’re tangled together like this, when he completely opens up to me and lets himself loose from all the silent things that constrain him. “I meant right now, Bluebell.”
I slide my hand back between us and grasp his cock, gliding my thumb across the head and spreading the slick pre-cum. He trembles, and the feel of his body aligned with mine, the way he completely controls me in this position, makes me never want to move from it. “Just. Like. This.”
His cock twitches in my hold, and I arch my hips, giving him better access. He pulls his hand from between my legs long enough to lift my thigh up and back, spreading me open for him so I can guide his length into me.
And he doesn’t hesitate.
He drives in on a long, slow thrust that makes my breath catch.
“Fuck…” Liam murmurs the word along my shoulder before his teeth dig into the flesh there, and the sharp bite of pain makes me buck onto him, allowing him to slip that final half inch inside, until he’s buried so deeply inside me that I’m not sure where I end and he begins. “So fucking good, Bluebell.”
It is.
It sooo fucking is…
He kisses my neck and pulls his hips back to drive into me again, starting a slow, sensuous rhythm that has me bowing into him. His hand slides forward from my hip and his fingers find my clit again.
Ghosting over it.
A fleeting glance.
Playful teasing that has my pussy clenching.
I gasp at the featherlight touches, at the exquisite torture as he rolls his calloused fingertips across it expertly. Because even though he’s new at this, he understands me and has almost since the moment we met.
What I want.
What I need.
Because he’s taken the time the last few nights to learn.
To ask. To find out exactly what will send me flying.
And the long, slow thrust of his hips, his thick length spreading me open so completely like this, and the head of his cock hitting that perfect place deep inside me is sure to do just that this morning.
Unlike last night, this is a harried rush to find release.
This is a sensual assault designed to drive me to the brink and leave me dangling from the precipice only to reel me back in again.
Release hangs in front of me, just out of reach as the tide of pleasure rushes over me, threatening to drag me under, but Liam keeps me buoyed, keeps me tethered to him in the here and now.
“Liam—” His name comes out on a harsh exhale, my breath catching as he hits exactly the right spot. “Fuck…I—”
My head spins, making it impossible to speak.
Impossible even to think…
“Tell me what you need.” The low growled order against my ear makes me move on him more frantically. His grip tightens, fingers digging into my sweat-dampened flesh and twisting me even tighter. “Tell me, Bluebell.”
“Harder.” Gasp. “Faster.”
He obliges, increasing his pace, taking it from the slow, sensuous glide that it was to a harsher rhythm, the slap of our flesh against each other now filling the loft. His fingers play over my clit faster, and he takes it between them and pinches, twisting it sharply.
I gasp and buck in his hold, but his hand there keeps me pressed on him, keeps his cock filling me.
Good. Fucking. God.
Clinging to the sheets and to him, I dig my nails into his forearm where his hand moves between my legs. Seeking for him to ground me so when my orgasm hits, I won’t completely float away.
I clench around him on each retreat, allowing the head of his cock to drag inside me and catch, and his mouth moving over every inch of my skin he can reach is pure fucking torture when all I want is to kiss him.
Twisting my head back, I seek his lips with mine, and he pushes up with his free arm enough to allow it.
His tongue tangles with mine, each of us warring for supremacy, even though we know he’s in control.
Liam McBride is consuming me the way flames do the logs on the fire.
He has me pinned, has me prone, has me exactly where he wants me, but it’s also exactly where I want to be.
In his arms.
In his bed like this.
Waking up every morning to his voice, his kiss, his breath fanning against my neck, and his strong arms wrapped around me.
My breath hitches, and he doesn’t miss that.
He never misses anything.
He knows I’m getting close.
And given the frenetic way he’s moving, so is he.
It doesn’t take long before heat starts to spread out from where we’re connected. Until his thrusts become harsher to match his labored breath.
Time seems to still in the split-second before I come, as I feel all the places and ways we’re connected deep in my soul. And when I finally give in to the release, he captures my scream, swallowing it down as he comes on a strangled groan, emptying himself inside me.
Our frenzied movements eventually slow, becoming a drowsy rocking of our bodies together until we both sag into the bed. His arm wrapped around me tightly. His still-hard cock twitching in my cunt. His entire being filling my heart.
It thuds wildly.
Struggling to find a normal beat when the rest of my body tingles and nerve-endings fire off randomly with spikes of pleasure.
Silence settles over the room, punctuated by the birds starting to wake outside the window.
And eventually, my racing heart starts to calm.
My lungs begin to feel like they’re working properly.
Liam releases a long, shaky breath, then slowly withdraws from me and allows my leg to slide down onto the mattress, earning a little groan from both of us.
I immediately miss the heat of his body, the possessiveness of his hold. When he climbs from the bed, I roll toward him, reaching out. “Where are you going?”
His hooded gaze rakes over me, as if he’s trying to memorize every single inch of me and how I look at this exact moment in time. Before I can say anything, he bends down and scoops me up in his arms, earning a little yelp from me as I loop mine around his neck.
“What are you doing?”
He nuzzles my sweat-slickened neck. “Taking you to shower.”
Like he did last night after he thoroughly dirtied me up…
My skin tingles with the memories of how he washed me. Cleaned me. Worshipped me again and again under the continuous fall of steaming water.
And I know what he’s doing.
He’s drawing out these precious few moments we’ll have together before everything changes.
I want to thank him for that, but I don’t want to break the spell by even mentioning it. Instead, I kiss him as he reaches the top of the stairs and press my forehead to his. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being Liam McBride.”
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LIAM
By the time I’m done with Lucky in the shower, she can barely stand. Her legs are a quivering mess, and the taste of her release coats my tongue. Knowing I was the one who did this for her fills my chest with a warmth I never thought I’d feel again.
Pure fucking joy.
The kind I used to feel all the time—before.
Before my world went to shit.
Before what I thought I knew about myself vanished like the morning mist from the mountain.