Chapter 25 – Liam
I watched as the typing bubbles on my phone popped up, then disappeared again. Molly hadn’t meant to send me that text, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t smile the second I read it.
I had offered to sleep on the couch because I didn’t want Molly to think I was invading her space.
I didn’t want her to feel like I was backing her into a corner.
Sure, she had kissed me last night before bed, but that could’ve meant anything—just a friendly gesture.
And kissing her at the Twisted Spur today had been a rash move on my part.
We’d gotten caught up in the moment. Or at least, that’s what I’d tried to convince myself.
It had been going pretty well until I read her accidental text and realized Molly and I were both hiding our unspoken feelings.
Fuck it.
I stood up from the couch and walked to her door. I was tired of hiding my feelings, and it was clear Molly felt the same way.
I knocked softly. “Molls?”
“Yes?” she replied after a few seconds.
“Can I come in, please? I think we need to talk about some things.”
Footsteps sounded on the other side of the door before the knob turned. Molly backed up as she opened it.
“I didn’t mean to text yo—”
She didn’t get to finish. I lifted her, pulling her thighs to either side of my hips. Surprise flashed across her face, but she held on to me tight—she didn’t fight it.
“What are you doing?”
I pressed her back against the wall, her face level with mine.
“I am so fucking tired of being around you, Molly, and hiding the way I feel about you,” I said.
“The way my body aches for you like it did the night we first had sex—it hasn’t stopped for a single second since.
I am the world’s biggest fool for ever thinking I could live my life without you, because the truth is I can’t. ”
My voice dropped. “You’re like a breath of fresh air.
And without you, I’ve been standing here, gasping for breath every single day.
” I held her there, my forehead nearly touching hers.
“So I’m going to lay you down on that bed, and I’m going to worship your body the way I did the night we made our son, but only if you say yes. ”
“Liam, I can’t get my heart broken like that again. Watching you walk out that day hurt more than you’ll ever know. Co-parenting is one thing, but falling in love with you… that’s another,” she said, the fear in her voice obvious.
“Molly, as long as I am breathing, I’ll always regret doing that to you,” I said. “I was terrified to become a father. But the day I met with my dad and he said those things about you, I realized I would literally die for you if that’s what it took to protect you… even from my own father.”
My voice softened. “You and our son mean more to me than anything in this world. Nothing is more important to me than making sure you’re happy and he’s happy—every single day until my last day on this earth.
I know letting me in again is scary, but damn Molls, I’m begging. Give me one more chance,” I pleaded.
She lifted her hands to my face and gently pulled me closer, fixing her eyes on mine.
After a few moments, she finally whispered, “I’m throwing myself into the deep end here, Liam. Please don’t let me drown.”
That was all she said before she sealed her lips to mine. Sparks shot through my body the second we connected.
Still gripping her thighs, I turned us, laying her down on the bed. She smelled like fruity shampoo mixed with cocoa butter.
“My body looks a little different than the last time we were together,” she said, the shyness in her voice showing how aware she was of every change her body was going through.
I stood at the end of the bed, taking her in… her tan skin, her curves, the way her body had changed to grow a child—our child.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life,” I said. Her body wasn’t just beautiful—it was sacred to me. Her body allowed me to become a father.
I slid my pants off quickly, my shirt following right behind. My length pushed the fabric of my boxers to their max, making it clear to Molly just how badly I wanted her.
I pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Kissing her neck, I cupped her full breasts in my hand, kneading her nipple between my fingers. She whined, begging for more.
“Where’s that purple vibrator?” I asked.
“In my nightstand. Why?” she asked, probably shocked I even knew it existed.
I reached over, slid the drawer open, and grabbed it. “One day,” I said, turning it on, “I accidentally heard you through the cameras pleasuring yourself with this thing.”
Her breath caught.
“But what surprised me the most,” I continued, holding it up, “was that it was my name you cried out when it finally sent you over the edge.”
I met her eyes. “So I’m going to make you come undone again, but this time, when you scream my name, I’ll be right here watching.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I pulled her shorts down and placed the vibrator at her center, the small device pulsating against her soft, wet skin.
Her back immediately curved, the sensation overcoming her.
Her mouth fell open, and a gasp escaped—then a moan.
Her hips bucked as I slid the vibrator down her clit and slowly into her body.
“Liam…”
“This is only the beginning, baby. You’re going to take much more before the night is over.”
Her eyes met mine, smoldering like she was begging me to fulfill my promise. I pulled the vibrator out and pressed it against her clit again. As her head tilted back in pleasure, my name escaped her throat again, but louder this time.
The wetter she became, the closer she was—I could feel it. So I increased the pressure. She tried to push my hand away when the vibrations overwhelmed her, but I caught her wrist and pinned it to the mattress, not giving her the chance.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Relax your body and give in,” I said. Her legs fell open wider as she did what I said. Her chest became speckled in red, like it had the first night we had sex. Her back arched a final time as she went over the edge.
“Liam! Please!” she screamed, her voice gruff from the ecstasy shooting through her body. As the sensation overtook her, she tried to pull away from my grip but failed.
I brought my lips to her ear and said, “You’re so beautiful when you beg.” Then I let go of her arm. There would be no going back now, no matter what she did.
Molly’s nails dug into my back, scraping it as she worked through her orgasm. Pain had never felt so good.
“Now you’re going to be a good girl and lay there and take me, because we both know how good you are at it,” I whispered into her ear, sucking on her neck as I lined myself up at her center.
I shifted forward, careful to only insert the tip.
“Liam…” she begged beneath me, her body aching to be stretched. I pushed in farther this time, but not all the way. She dug her nails into my back again. This was a feistier side of Molly than the first time, and I loved everything about it.
“Where are your manners?” I said, sucking one nipple while I pinched the other between my fingers.
“Please,” she whimpered, widening her legs to accommodate me better. “Fuck me,” she rasped.
I bit down on her nipple as I shoved myself the rest of the way in.
Molly’s chest pressed into my face as her back arched, one arm holding onto the back of my neck for dear life.
She was slick, taking every thrust easily, as if she’d been made for me.
I felt her tighten, clenching around my length the harder I drove into her.
Molly likes it rough.
“Faster,” she pleaded.
I did as I was told, thrusting deeper and faster, sucking on her neck as hard as I thrust. Maybe she’d have a hickey or two in the morning, but fuck it—I was like a dog marking my territory.
If the baby I’d put in her hadn’t let every man on the planet know she was mine, maybe a couple hickeys she got while being fucked by me would do the trick.
And if not even that would keep them away, then I’d kill them and dispose of their bodies within an hour’s time.
Because Molly McKinley was mine now, and no other man would ever touch her body as long as I lived.
I could feel her pulse in her neck pick up. She’s close.
“You’re so close, Molly. Come for me, baby. Deep breaths,” I said, keeping my thrusts long and deep. Her walls somehow became slicker than they already were. “There you go, baby. You listen so well.”
His nails dug into the same marks they’d left earlier.
Soft moans escaped as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
I thought her slick heat clamping down on me would send me over the edge, but when Molly screamed my name and sunk her teeth into my shoulder, I finally released every bit of frustrated yearning that I’d bottled up since the last time she’d called out my name like this.