Chapter Five #2
The song changes at the exact moment he says it.
The words that land right into a miniscule gap in music hit me like a punch in the gut.
"Oh…" Yeah, 'Oh' indeed. Jesus, why do I have to be so dumb?
Of course he wasn't actually hitting on me.
It's probably what he does with all the clients.
Maybe it's in his fucking contract. No longer able to hold his stare, I drop my gaze to the floor.
Still, I just have to know for sure. I'll be able to close that door once I do.
I try to keep my voice steady. "So… What's wrong with me?
" I ask, my voice barely breaking through the music that's now blasting from the speakers with full force.
When he initially doesn't answer, I hesitantly glance up.
Jesus. Why does he have to be so picture-perfect?
He regards me for a few more seconds, and then—
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong with you." He sighs, leaning his hip against the bar as he rubs a hand over his face. "Everything's right with you, actually."
"Seriously?" I snap, my mood changing instantly. Is he fucking with me on purpose? "What is it then?"
Liam holds my gaze, his eyes intense. "You're a virgin," he states bluntly.
I almost fall over. Where the fuck did that come from? "What? I'm not—"
"Ever been with a man before?"
My face grows hot and I lean in closer, simultaneously trying to lower my voice and make him actually be able to hear me. "Well… No. But that doesn't make me—"
"It does. To me, it does," he cuts in, his tone leaving no room for arguments.
I stare at him, stunned into silence. The ache in my chest intensifies, morphing into anger.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
I shake my head, scoffing under my breath. "Wait. Isn't it like the dream or something? To turn a straight guy?"
The second the words leave my mouth, I regret them. Shit. It's probably not the best idea to be a smartass about a lifestyle I don't know the first thing about.
Liam stares me down and his expression changes. I can't figure out if he's amused or angry. Maybe both.
Finally, he nods. "It is, but not for me. So find someone else, okay?" He motions his hand around the club. "Plenty of fish in the sea."
I follow his hand with my eyes, which is ridiculous. Because I thought about it, alright. A lot. And every time I did, which was every day for the past three weeks, I couldn't find it in me to care about any man that isn't Liam.
My gaze lingers at a random guy Liam's pointing at, and it's not like I can even see him.
So why do I do it? Well, maybe because Liam told me to.
And before that realization has a chance to sink in, and I bolt out of the club to run away from it, my head snaps back to Liam. "I don't care. I want you."
What the fuck is going on with me? This isn't like me. Never in my life have I been so bold, so pushy, so persistent.
I swallow as Liam's eyes darken and I swear he grows another two inches as he stares me down. "Well, you can't have me."
I open my mouth to argue, but a better thought pops into my head. My temperature spikes and I'm lightheaded as I reach down for the hem of my shirt and lift it up, all the way to the middle of my torso.
When Liam’s gaze inevitably drops to my abs, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop the smug grin that threatens to split my face in two.
The man is built, but my abs game isn't too shabby. I don't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs as his eyes roam over my bare skin. But before I can do my victory lap, he reaches out and pulls my shirt down, swatting my hand away.
"Quit it," he snarls through his teeth.
"Why? You can't handle me?"
He clenches his jaw and for a second I wonder if he's going to punch me. Surely I deserve it. And if he does, I'm gonna need a fucking doctor.
He doesn't. Instead, he spins around and starts walking. He has me on his heels before he can take three steps.
"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" he asks as we squeeze our way between sweaty bodies, his voice cutting through the pulsing music. He walks fast, seemingly trying to lose me in the crowd, but I'm faster.
"I don't have to," I say as I take two steps to pass him until I'm standing in front of him, blocking his way. "Were you born experienced?"
Liam's eyes flash with anger, a storm brewing in their depths, and before I can react, he shoves me against a wall, pinning me in place with his forearm against my throat, almost cutting off my air supply.
I gasp, my pulse skyrocketing. Liam's face is inches from mine, his eyes dark, jaw clenched. "I'll tell you how I was born," he snarls through clenched teeth. "Aggressive, unyielding. I like things rough. You can't handle rough."
Jesus. My cock twitches at his words, heat pooling in my groin. He's so close I can feel the warmth radiating off his body, his masculine scent enveloping me—a intoxicating mix of cologne and a hint of sweat. His chest is solid against mine, muscles flexing with every breath.
My mind races, torn between arousal and panic. I know I should push him off, put some distance between us before this goes too far, but I can't seem to make myself move.
Liam leans in closer, his breath hot on my ear. "And I sure as fuck don't do straight guys."
I swallow hard, my throat constricting under his forearm. His words shoot straight to my cock, making me impossibly hard. I'm panting, overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions coursing through me.
Part of me knows this is dangerous. But the other part, the part currently straining against my zipper, wants nothing more than for Liam to pin me down and fuck me raw.
I can't resist pressing my hips forward, rubbing my aching erection against his muscular thigh. Liam growls, the sound vibrating through me, and I gasp as I feel his cock hardening in response. It presses against me insistently, full of promise.
Jesus. I'm making another man hard. The realization makes me dizzy with trepidation. My heart pounds as I grind against him, chasing the friction, craving more contact. I've never wanted anything so badly in my life.
I hook my leg around Liam's waist, pulling him closer. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. If anything, he presses into me harder, his thigh sliding between my legs and igniting sparks of pleasure.
Fuck, he's massive. Solid muscle and raw power contained beneath his heated skin. He looks dangerous, predatory—like he could devour me whole if he wanted to. How do I make him want to?
Liam leans in, cutting off my air again. "You can't handle me," he repeats, his voice a low growl that resonates deep in my core.
My heart hammers in my chest. I know he's right. But I'll be damned if I back down now.
"Try me," I gasp out, my breath coming in short, desperate pants.
Liam's eyes flash, and for a second I wonder if I've made a mistake. Then he grinds his hips forward, his erection rubbing against mine, and I moan at the contact.
I'm grinding against a man in public.
Aroused by the feel of his cock.
How the fuck did I even get here?
Liam moves against me again and again, our cocks sliding together through the rough fabric of our jeans. I pant for breath, clinging to him as pleasure shoots through me like an electric shock. I know people are probably watching us, but I can't bring myself to care.
"This is a mistake," Liam growls, even as he grinds into me harder.
I gasp, tilting my hips up to meet him. "I love making mistakes."
Liam's eyes darken, his hands gripping my hips possessively to hold me in place. We move together, chasing release, and I moan at the friction and the stretch of denim over my aching cock.
Liam leans in, his breath hot and damp on my neck, and I shudder. His teeth graze my skin, making me moan. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, lost in the moment. The rest of the club fades away until there's only Liam—his body, his scent, his cock rubbing maddeningly against mine.
I gasp as pleasure coils tight in my groin like a spring ready to snap. I'm close, so close, grinding desperately against him. Needing more. Needing everything.
I reach out, placing my hand on Liam's back. His muscles flex under my palm.
He grabs my wrist, pinning my hand above my head against the rough brick wall. I moan shamelessly, grinding against him harder.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. Never wanted anyone like this. Liam's massive body pins me in place, his cock rubbing against mine.
This is really happening.
"Hey!" A loud voice cuts through the haze of pleasure like a bucket of ice water. I blink, dazed, as Liam's body is yanked away from mine.
What the hell?
I slump against the wall, panting, my cock straining painfully in my jeans. I grab my throat where Liam's forearm was, the skin hot and sensitive.
My gaze focuses to find Blake and Sawyer standing beside us. Blake looks furious, his hand clamped tightly on Liam's arm. Sawyer is glaring at Liam, pulling him further away from me.
Shit. They saw us. Heat floods my face as embarrassment wars with lingering arousal.
"What's going on?" Sawyer demands, looking between Liam and I.
"Nothing," we mumble in unison.
Blake grabs my arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What did he do to you?"
I swallow, my throat dry like sandpaper. I have to get out of here before this gets more awkward. "Really, it's nothing," I say hastily. I risk a glance at Liam, but his expression is unreadable.
I'm still painfully hard, and I shift uncomfortably. I need to leave, now.
"Don't worry about it," I tell Blake. "I have to go. I have a thing."
Blake frowns. "What do you mean you have a—"
I don't wait to hear the rest. I shove past them, forcing my way through the crowd. My heart pounds as I make my escape, equal parts embarrassed, aroused and confused.
What the hell just happened? I stumble out of the club into the cool night air, gulping in deep breaths.
Jesus. I just dry humped a man in public.
I lean against the wall, dragging a hand down my burning face, the entirety of my life suddenly not making sense at all.