25. Liam
CHAPTER 25
liam
After a sleepless night in my empty house, just me and my dog, I’m up before the sun, ready to get things back on track. As hard as it was, I gave Hannah all day yesterday to think things through, but today, I’m moving forward. After spending the afternoon with Charlie and Billy, I’m even more determined to make her see the light. Those girls are moving in with me, and we’re going to act like a married couple. I’m seeing this through, no matter what. Her head will catch up with her eventually.
As I step into the hot shower, my eyes flick to the clawfoot tub, memories of her spread out under the water while I watched her come over and over again on repeat. Even before she allowed me to touch her, she was giving me parts of herself that no one’s had before.
My dick hardens, throbbing as I replay our first night together, claiming her, finally being able to taste her sweet little pussy. I could have eaten her out all night. Fuck, if she was here right now, I’d pin her up against the shower wall, hook her legs over my shoulders, bracing the weight of her with my arms, and devour her until she came at least twice. That’s how we both should start our day from now on. Not with her waking up on the other side of town alone. Yeah, fuck this. Hannah is mine now. Sweet, laid-back, easygoing Liam just went out the fucking window.
I pull myself together as quickly as possible, throwing on a pair of denim jeans and a plain white T-shirt with a random plaid button-up thrown over it. Running my hands through my still-damp hair, I push it back the best I can and throw on my backwards hat. Filling up Billy’s water bowl and breakfast, I pat his little head from where he sleeps at the foot of my bed before heading out.
The entire drive to Bean Haven, I’m focused on one thing and one thing only—showing her that I’m the man for her, that I’ve always been the man for her. I’m her person. That starts with me teaching her exactly how a wife should start her day. Everything else can wait.
The sun still hasn’t risen over the mountains by the time I’m pulling my truck into a parking spot on an empty Main Street. The entire town is still fast asleep, except my girl inside the town’s little bakery, working her ass off with no appreciation from her family. That’ll be my next task to tackle with her. Enough is enough from those ass clowns.
Using my key, I let myself in through the front door, not bothering with attempting to keep the bell from announcing my arrival. By the time I pull the door shut and flick the lock, Hannah is popping out of the kitchen, barely illuminated by the lights behind her, everything still dark in the front of the shop.
“What are you doing here so early?”
“I wanted to see you before I started my day. You were on my mind.”
She smiles hesitantly at me, the air between us thick with tension and confusion. That won’t do at all. This isn’t us, and we’ve never had distance like it. She’s standing there in a little navy T-shirt dress that comes down to her knees, an apron over her head and tied around her waist. She’s so damn cute.
“Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat. Chocolate croissants just came out, so did the blueberry scones. I wish I had started your favorite sooner, or I’d have the lemon blueberry muffins done for you.” She’s nervous, fidgety, and trying to occupy herself so that she doesn’t have to face the tension in the room. Face me. Such a drastic difference from Hannah’s normal desire to take things head-on, not afraid of confrontation. Too bad for her, I’m not letting her hide from me.
“All of that sounds delicious, beauty, but not what I’m craving right now.”
I prowl her farther into the kitchen, not bothering to rearrange my hard, aching cock. I know it’s visible in my jeans as I watch her eyes take in the bulge. She walks backward until her ass bumps into the large butcher block island in the center of the kitchen, her chest starting to rise and fall deeper. I slowly stalk her until I’ve caged her in, placing my hands on either side of her hips, resting on the counter.
I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth before descending on her luscious lips completely in a heated kiss. Her body is stiff at first, but it’s only a moment before her tongue meets mine eagerly, my hands moving on autopilot, picking her up by the waist and resting her ass on the edge of the table. Her legs part for me as I step between them, bunching her dress up around her waist to access what I came here for.
My hands move up her body, threading through her hair, pulling the strands to arch her neck, deepening the kiss. Using all of my restraint not to fuck her senseless right here, I kiss her until she’s pushing herself against me, desperate for friction .
“Such a needy wife.”
“Liam . . .” she whimpers, and that’s my undoing. Hearing my name on those lips I love so much.
I take a step back, kneel before her, and rub my hands up her legs, spreading them farther apart for access to her sweet, pretty pussy.
I can’t help but smile as I spot the small glass bowl next to us filled with melted chocolate. Reaching over, I lift the wooden spoon from the bowl, watching the smooth, glossy liquid drip from the end until it stops, bringing it between Hannah’s legs. Her little gasp has me looking up and meeting her eyes as she watches me.
Focusing back on my meal, I glide the flat side of the spoon down the inside of her thigh, painting her with the rich, velvety texture, loving how she looks covered in it. Dropping the spoon back into the bowl, I slowly lick up the inside of her thigh, cleaning the sweet chocolate off of her luscious skin.
My moans vibrate against her flesh, loving the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate, my own dessert for breakfast. I continue to lap at her, nipping her in places, sucking on her sensitive skin until she begins to push herself forward, chasing my mouth. Once I’ve thoroughly cleaned her up, my mouth salivating for what I really want, I pull back enough to meet her eyes from where she’s looking down on me.
“You may be pissed at me right now, but you’re still my wife, and I’m not going to stop showing you that I love you. Just as I always have. And right now? I want to start my day with my face between my wife’s legs.”
My hand presses lightly on her chest, pushing her to lean back and rest on her elbows. Grasping her hips to pull her completely to the edge, I hold her ass in my hands, putting her in a perfect position for me to devour. Pressing my face right to her perfect center, I take a deep inhale of my wife’s delicious, sweet scent.
“I can’t get enough of you, Hannah.”
I lick up her center, right over the thin lacy fabric that separates her silky smooth skin from me.
“You’re going to come on my tongue. Right here in this kitchen that you love so much. So every morning while you bake, you can remember how you came undone with your husband between your legs.”
I push her panties to the side and take my first long, languid lick of her flesh from her core to clit with the flat of my tongue, soaking up her delicious taste, loving the little tremble in her body as the sensations travel through her. She’s already so wet, my tongue slipping through her wet pussy lips as I kiss her deeply.
“Ohmygod, yes, Liam, shit, you’re so good at that,” she moans as I hold her in place, pushing my tongue into her tight little hole and probing her with it. Her walls flutter around me as I lick deep into her, swirling my tongue around.
Moving my thumb over her clit, I rub gentle teasing circles while I fuck her with my tongue, licking and pumping it into her. Hannah’s little moans urge me on, using my hand around her waist to pull her forward, burying my face into her pussy, devouring her because I can’t fucking get enough. I feel desperate, unhinged, not able to get close enough to her. My cock strains behind the fabric of my jeans, begging to be released and sheathed within her tight, warm walls. Goddamn, she feels like fucking heaven. My wife.
“Oh, shit, Liam, fuck. Oh, fuck, yes! That feels so good.” A hand moves to my head, pushing my hat off and running her fingers through my hair. God, I love making this woman feel good. Her hips gyrate against my face as I consume her. Looking up her body, her chin is to her chest, her face pinched in pleasure, mouth slightly hanging open as she watches me consume her.
I lap up her seam to her little clit, replacing my thumb with my tongue and sucking it gently into my mouth before using my tip to swirl around it. Her moans grow until she shatters for me, coming so damn pretty, her body convulsing, my name a mantra on her perfect lips.
“Liam! Fuck. Fuck! Yes!” I could come just from the taste of her on my tongue and my name on her lips as she reaches her orgasm. I almost do, the fucker throbbing in time with her spasms. I lick her through each wave of pleasure until she starts to squirm away from me. I give her pussy one last gentle kiss before adjusting her panties back in place and standing up in front of her. Grabbing her shoulders, I lift her to sit upright and face me. Her eyelids are heavy, cheeks rosy and flushed. She’s blissed-out, and knowing that it was all because of me makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.
“That’s the best way to start my day.”
“Eating me out?”
“Making my wife come on my tongue.”
Her eyes flutter closed as her chest rises and falls hard, a new wave of arousal hitting her. Hell, I love the effect I have on her. Cupping her cheek, she closes her heavy eyes and leans into my touch, making me smile down at her. She won’t stay mad at me for long.
“You look beautiful like this, baby.”
She opens her lids and looks up at me, her gorgeous eyes swirling with post-orgasmic bliss, a fire burning in the center that tells me everything is going to be okay. I’m breaking through to her. Dropping my forehead to hers, I whisper my next words, “Me and you, beauty.”
She releases a rough exhale, her minty warm breath caressing my lips .
“Me and you.”
“Good. Now, there’s a plumbing issue in your only bathroom upstairs. So pack your shit. I’ll be by this afternoon to pick you and Charlie up.”
Her eyes widen and she pulls back slightly to study my face.
“But there’s no?—”
“Yes. There is. As far as Charlotte needs to know, there is. I want my wife in my bed; that’s where she belongs, and that’s where she’ll be.”
The smile that spreads across Hannah’s face is both sexy as fuck and hopeful. She’s not fighting me on this, which makes me nervous because Hannah typically doesn’t do anything that she doesn’t already want to. Rather than pushing for a direct answer, I accept her silence and decide I had better get to work and leave her to hers before Charlie wakes up.
Kissing her on the forehead, I tell her, “Have a good day, wife . I’ll see you later.”
Satisfied and feeling more ready to get my shit done at work, I return to the distillery, having turned Hannah down for a to-go coffee, not wanting to wash away the taste of her on my tongue.
“Hey, spunk rag, you ready for this meeting?” Carter says as he walks into the still room, looking around.
“What are you looking for, Casanova? I left Billy at home, got too many meetings with you jackasses today.”
“You left him at home by himself? What are you, a fucking monster? Go get him.”
“No. I’ve got too much shit going on today and plans this afternoon once Bean Haven closes.”
“I hope he pisses all over your pillow and eats all your stupid hats.”
“I’ve got one hat and it’s on my head, idiot. Fuck off.”
“Whatever. I would never leave him at home all day,” he huffs.
“Dude, what is with you and my dog? Getting lonely? Need a companion? Maybe find someone to spend your life with instead of fucking half of Washington State. Or hell, I don’t know, just a random idea here, get your own fucking dog.”
Carter shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Nah. Never met anyone that made me feel anything other than arousal. But maybe the dog thing. Give me Billy. Which is a stupid fucking name by the way.”
I look up from where I’m checking on the temperature of the stills and give my brother a look like he can’t seriously be that stupid.
“You really don’t know? Billy Loomis? The killer from Scream ?”
His eyes get huge, the pupils blown causing me to stand to my full height.
“You named our dog after a fucking psycho teenage serial killer?”
Satisfied with the progress of the stills, I start to head for the door, Carter hot on my tail.
“He’s not ours, he’s mine. And Charlie’s.”
“I want joint custody!”
“Fuck off, Carter! No. You can see him when you babysit Charlie next.” Idea struck, I spin on my heels, causing Carter to walk directly into me.
“How about this weekend?”
“I have plans. No more babysitting. ”
“Not even to see Billy?”
His eyes narrow as he glares at me.
“Nope. You’re on your own. Ask Mom.”
“Fine,” I huff.
We leave the still room and jump in a golf cart, heading to the large main building on the distillery grounds where we keep our offices, tasting room, and event room. Walking in silence, Carter and I give each other a look as we get closer to Sawyer’s office and the distinct noise of rustling around and insults hit our ears. I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what we’re about to walk into. Carter pushes open Sawyer’s door, and sure as shit, Sawyer is on his knees, Dallas bent over in a headlock, throwing hard punches into Sawyer’s ribs and side.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Why? Did you two never grow up? Fuck.” I move to pull my asshole brothers off of each other, but Carter puts his hand out over my chest, halting me. I give him a look, and he shrugs. Agreeing with him for a change and taking our seats in front of Sawyer’s desk.
“You’re such a shithead! Give her back to me!” Dallas barks as he wrestles out of Sawyer’s hold. Good on him, that one is typically hard to get out of, Sawyer’s arms are like fucking death traps. A place where you go to slowly suffocate. Unless you’re Ivy.
“I told you, dumbass, I didn’t fucking take her!”
“Don’t mean to interrupt, but I’ve got to leave early today, think you two could pick this up after we’re done here?” I ask.
Sawyer shoves Dallas off of him, the force knocking both of them back from each other.
“Who’s her?” Carter asks.
“Gloria! She’s missing! I know he fucking did something with her!”
I look at Sawyer as he’s rolling his eyes. “Is he seriously talking about his fucking beloved office chair?” I ask .
“Unfortunately. I caught him in here trying to steal mine. I didn’t fucking take her, I gifted him the godforsaken thing.”
“Then who did?” Dallas yells, looking at me and Carter.
“Maybe ask Blaire? Isn’t she back at work? She hid her the first time.”
“How’s it feel to be back, dumbass?” Sawyer asks Dallas as they both straighten out their shirts.
“Good. But payback is a bitch to whoever took her. And I’ll find out sooner than later.”
“And if it was Blaire?”
“I have my ways of punishing her,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes that I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing.
“Alright, to business. Let’s get this meeting started,” Sawyer tells us, and we all get into it, taking turns going over plans for the rest of the year, progress updates, and a slew of other things on the agenda.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and not wanting to ignore it in case Hannah or Charlie needs something, I pull it out and glance at it in my lap while Carter goes on and on about his irritation over this stupid fucking journal article that still hasn’t happened, and the elusive writer who is dicking him around.
Cynthia Haven: I hear congratulations are in order, son-in-law. Jay and I will be returning to Aspen Ridge much earlier than planned. Looking forward to the reception this weekend to celebrate your nuptials, however untimely they were.
What the fuck? Blowing out a heavy breath, I look back up to find all eyes on me.
“Problem?” Dallas asks, breaking the new silence suspended between us.
I hold up my phone and wave it in front of us with Cynthia’s text pulled open. “You guys hear that Hannah’s parents are coming back to town early? Apparently there’s a reception this weekend to celebrate my marriage.”
All three of them bust out in laughter. They know I fucking hate this kind of shit. When Hannah said she wanted to get married at the courthouse, half of me died in happiness, the other half only wanted to give Hannah her dream wedding and would have done whatever she wanted. But I hate having all eyes on me, and ultimately, was so thankful for something just the two of us. That’s not to say I don’t want to give her a redo. Preferably a ceremony where it doesn’t smell like dirty-ass mop water.
I’m much quieter and typically more reserved than my brothers and even sister. I’d take a night in watching movies with my woman by my side over going out any day of the year. I know that Hannah isn’t going to want a reception either, but I’m not sure if I should speak for both of us without talking to her first.
“Sounds like Cunty-McHaven,” Dallas says. “What’s with these shitty-ass parents and how’d we get so damn lucky?”
“I don’t know, but that shit isn’t happening unless Hannah wants it to.”
Over my dead fucking body.