Chapter 37 Liam
thirty-seven
Liam
Present Day
The door clicks shut behind me.
Sealing off the world beyond this room.
The floorboards creak. Once. Twice. I hear nothing else but the sound of my heartbeat collapsing into dust.
When I turn, Linus is there. His eyes graze my body. Up. Down.
My mouth goes dry.
He steps forward. Measured. Controlled. Stops in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he lifts one hand like he’s touching a ghost. Fingers trail along my chest. Testing.
Are you real?
I shiver.
His lips crash into mine. No warning. No pause. Teeth. Tongue. Heat.
We don’t kiss. We devour. Like no time has passed.
My jacket hits the floor. Then his. He runs his hands all over me, waist, ribs, spine, like he’s terrified I’ll vanish again.
I stumble forward, grip his hips, and drag him against me, slamming him back against the wall.
My cock throbs as it meets his denim-to-denim.
Heat-to-heat. The pressure slams through me, too sharp to hide.
Too good to stop. His cock skims against mine.
Thick. Heavy. Familiar. The friction is maddening.
“Nnnngghhhh.” I devour his mouth, rolling my hips, chasing more. I want to crawl inside him. Feel everything all at once. My body remembers him better than my mind ever could.
“You still want this?” My voice cracks, hoarse.
He answers with another rough thrust. “Never stopped.”
My breath shatters in my chest. I need this man like air. Every goddamn inch. Every soft word. Every piece I lost when I let him go.
We stumble down the hall to his bedroom like we’re starving. Clothes drop behind us, belts clatter to the floor, buttons pop loose, but I don’t care. I need to see him. Need him bare.
I shove him onto the bed. He falls back without resistance. Legs splayed. Breath ragged. Cock pinned against his stomach, already leaking.
He’s fucking beautiful.
Lean muscle and freckled skin, pink blooming from his throat down to his hips. His chest, with a light dusting of hair trailing down his abs. His thighs are thick, flexing with tension.
His cock—Jesus.
Long and thick enough to make my mouth water. I’ve missed the curve of it, the way it juts from his body, veins bulging under the surface. I kneel between his legs. His hips cant like he can’t wait another moment, hands fist the sheets.
“Liam,” His breath hitches.
I grip the base of his cock, stroke the thick vein with my thumb.
His whole body shudders. My tongue follows, licking up his shaft, catching the bead at the tip and savoring the taste.
Unable to resist, I swallow his cock. Linus fists my hair tightly.
I take him in deep. I want to choke on the pleasure.
Every twitch of his thighs, every broken sound he makes is exalted.
This isn’t sex. It’s possession. We’re carving our names back into each other’s bodies.
When Linus shoots down my throat, it’s with a guttural cry. He watches me swallow it all, chest rising in sharp pulls as I immediately climb up his body. His cock might be softening and spent on his belly, but the heat between us hasn’t cooled.
If anything, it’s sharper now, rawer.
I kiss his mouth, messily allowing him to taste his own come on my tongue. He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he opens wider.
“We’re not done,” I promise against his lips.
He shakes his head. “Not even close.”
My hand slides down his stomach, teasing. I trail my fingers down between his legs, where he’s still sensitive from his orgasm. His hole twitches when I feather my fingers around it. “You want me to fuck you?”
His breath stutters. “Yeah. Please—”
His plea strikes me like a match to dry leaves.
Gripping his thighs, I push them up and open wide until his knees are drawn up, exposing everything. His chest rises fast now, pert brown nipples aching for me to taste them. His cock’s already trying to wake up again, twitching against his stomach.
Finding a tube in his nightstand, I coat my fingers with lube and press one against his hole. He gasps when I breach him, hips arching.
“You’ve been dreaming about this?” I curl the tip and stroke.
He keens, “Fuck, yeah. Every time I wank myself.”
“Did you come like this?” I add a second finger. “On your back, legs up, imagining it’s me inside you?”
“Yes. God, yes—Liam. Keep going. I need more.”
I scissor my fingers deliberately to prepare him for my girth.
He bites his lower lip and pants like he’s on fire from the inside out.
I watch every inch of his body react. Cock standing at full attention.
Thighs trembling. A wild look in his eyes like he’s starving and I’m the only thing in the world worth tasting.
When I pull my fingers out, he whines. I lube my cock up and drive my crown inside.
“Look at me,” I demand.
His eyes snap to mine. Glazed. Open.
I push all the way in, breaching tight muscle. He smacks the mattress with his hand as I savor every inch. Reveling in the impossible tightness wrapping around me. Like he’s never given this part of himself to anyone else.
“Fuck, you’re so—” I grit out.
He shakes under me. “You’re the last man I let… Fuck. Liam—”
I’m floored. It’s impossible to comprehend I’m the only man who’s fucked his ass after all these years.
Fighting intense emotion, I bottom out, buried to the hilt. Breathing with him. Allowing his body to adjust.
Leaning down I nibble on his lips. “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed you.” His hands curl around the back of my neck.
I start to move, dragging my cock nearly all the way out and then pushing back in. His legs wrap around my waist, heels digging in to encourage me to pump more rigorously.
I give it to him. Every thrust slams through the years we lost. Every stroke is an apology.
I never stopped wanting you.
I never stopped needing this.
I clutch his hips, pulling him to me, over and over. The sound of our bodies smacking together fills the room. Wet. Loud. Real.
Soon, Linus is feral. Grunting without shame, shaft bouncing and leaking all over his abs. The headboard slams. The mattress creaks. Our breath is a mess of curses and praise and memory. My hips stutter. His name spills from my mouth like a benediction. Then—
I notice him crane his neck toward the corner of the room. Mid thrust, my eyes lift from his face to see what’s caught his attention. In the shadow of the lamplight, I’m shocked to see a woman sitting in a chair.
Watching us fuck.
Legs draped over the armrests. Her hand is between her thighs, fingers glistening as she rubs her clit.
“Avonna?” Her name cracks out of me, fragile and broken.
She looks directly at me and shoves her fingers into her cunt. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My cock fused inside Linus is more rigid than it’s ever been, but my whole body freezes under the confusion about what the fuck is happening.
I’m turned on beyond my wildest imagination.
Linus’s hands run down my back, anchoring me.
“Liam, I love you.”
My heart stutters. We’ve said this to each other hundreds of times, but hearing him say it now, mid-fuck, destroys me in a way nothing ever has.
“I always have.” He stares into my eyes.
I let it land. His words permeate every part of me I’ve never let anyone touch since him.
Since her…
He’s vulnerable in the way only truth can wreck a person. His hands move up to cup my face.
“Linus—”
“No,” he says softly. “Let me finish. I need you to know I never stopped. Not once. Not through the silence. Not through all the things I told myself to forget.”
My vision blurs. He doesn’t look away and won’t let me either.
“Do you love me, Liam?”
It isn’t a demand. It’s a plea. Linus needs to hear me say it aloud.
I nod. “Yeah. I love you. I always have.”
He exhales like he has been holding his breath for years. His thumb brushes my lower lip. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
His eyes soften. His hand settles on my cheek. “Then trust me when I tell you I’d lay down my life for you. I’d do anything to make sure you have everything you need to be happy. Fulfilled. Whole.”
Linus’s words hit me like a strike to the ribs. I believe him. Every word. This moment is bigger than I can process.
With Avonna here, he’s opened a door I never believed existed.
“Liam.” Linus arches under me, his hands clutching my ass “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Show her how much you love me.”
I thrust again. My vision blurs.
This is madness. Impossible.
Linus’s ass pulls me back into the rhythm. Into what we are.
Now she’s part of us.
My hands find Linus’s hips again, trembling.
I fuck him relentlessly.
For her to see.
For him to feel.
For me to finally believe I’m where I belong.