Chapter 33
Damon
Ihaven’t come so many times in one night in my life. I’m deliciously sore, and the reminder of all the things Liam and I did last night is noticeable with every move I make.
I roll over to discover Liam is already out of bed again. For the second day in a row, he’s managed to sneak out without waking me.
I would be sad about tonight being my last night to hold him while I sleep, but my brain quickly reminds me of our new plan.
I’m moving to Boston.
Slipping into the only pair of lounge pants I brought with me, I pull Liam’s discarded T-shirt off the floor and slip it on over my head. There is no doubt in my mind that Liam is shirtless wherever he is, even though we compromised on setting the thermostat at seventy degrees.
Padding down the hallway, I catch snippets of Liam’s muffled voice. My first thought is that he’s talking to his dad. I can’t make out his words, but I can hear his tone. He sounds oddly calm and confident in whatever he’s saying and to whomever he’s speaking.
At first, I thought he was in the kitchen, but as I approach the door to the bedroom he used when we first arrived, I realize he’s in there. I want to eavesdrop so fucking badly, but I’ve kept enough secrets of my own on this trip to know that Liam will tell me when he’s ready.
Besides, he said tonight.
I just have to wait a few more hours to find out what he’s planned and what news he needs to share.
I think again about the last secrets I’m holding onto.
Although I love working for my father’s company, and feel like owning it one day is my birthright, I’m beginning to believe it’s worth giving up if it means keeping Liam.
I hear a very muted, “Yes, sir,” and a few more words I can’t make out with any certainty as I pass by his room and am just reaching for a coffee mug in the cupboard when the door to his old room opens.
Not wanting to give away the anxiety rippling through me, I keep my back to him as I speak.
“Good morning. I’m not used to you being such an early riser,” I say, measuring out the coffee grounds. Liam isn’t a coffee drinker, so there’s none in the pot.
A moment later, I hear his cell phone slide across the counter, and Liam’s arms snake around my waist.
“It’s part of a new leaf I’m turning over,” he murmurs in my ear before kissing me just below it. I don’t even try to hide how good it feels, and I push back into him, wanting him to slide his hands lower. “How do you feel this morning?” he asks.
With a smile he can’t see since he’s standing behind me, I answer, my voice thick with sleep and lust. “Like I was ridden hard, put up wet, and then begged for more…and given exactly what I asked for.” As Liam kisses my neck, I throw my arm behind me to rub across the back of his neck, never wanting him to stop.
My back arches all on its own, forcing my ass into his crotch, and Liam’s fingers dig into my hips
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, slowly rocking into me, cock swelling in his sweatpants. “I can’t believe we could’ve been doing this for years.”
If he has it as bad for me as I do for him, we’re never going to get anything done for the rest of our lives except eat, sleep, and fuck. As if he can hear my thoughts, he tears himself away with a grunt.
“Baby, I’m already looking forward to making you come again, but this is our last day on the slopes, and we have big plans tonight, so eat something, and then let’s get out there. I promise I’ll give you whatever you want tonight.”
I spin to throw my arms around his neck. “What if what I want is to stay in and just be naked all night?”
He laughs as he smacks both hands on my ass.
“Except that. We’re definitely going out.”
“Dancing again?” I ask, thinking about the nightclub we hit at the bottom of the mountain.
“Nope.”
“Another band at Meltdown?” I guess again.
“No.”
“Another excursion? Massage? A Movie?” I throw out.
“No,” he laughs. “Now stop guessing. Drink your coffee, take a shower, and suit up.”
Before doing as he says, I have to ask. “Did you shave?” I ask it in that way that says I know he did, but what I’m really asking is why.
“Mhm,” he hums. “Gotta look good for my man,” he says with a wink.
We’ve skied almost everything today. The western boundary, eastern boundary, one fucking terrifying slope off the north face, and some much less steep runs on the southern-facing side.
My legs are tired, I’m a sweating mess from going non-stop in these layers, and I’ve been hard for the last hour watching Liam handle himself on these slopes.
He’s been wearing a grin a mile wide all morning, and even though I’m starving and was ready to head in two hours ago, I won’t call it quits until Liam does.
“Let’s ski the trees,” Liam says on our next ride up the lift. I’m still sitting with my eyes closed, but now, I get to hold Li’s hand and rest my helmeted head on his shoulder. My body and mind are simultaneously exhausted and wired as we take another trip up the mountain.
“Okay,” I agree. “But you know I’ll be much slower than you.
Just wait for me at the bottom, okay?” I ask, raising my voice to speak over the wind.
Bad weather is supposed to be moving in over the next couple of days, and while I’m not ready to leave, I’ll be glad to get out before the inclement weather arrives.
We’ve been so fortunate for the last two weeks.
“I’ll stay with you, but yeah, we’ll go slow. So slow, it’ll feel like we’re totally stopped.”
Right as he says that last part, the ski lift lurches to a stop like it sometimes does if someone falls getting on or off, or drops a pole or glove, and the lift operator can retrieve it.
Unfortunately, we’re still swinging forty feet above ground when another wind gust comes along, rocking us harder.
“Oh no, no, no,” I plead with Mother Nature like a frightened kindergartener.
“Hey, shhh. I’ve got you. We’re fine. Keep your eyes closed.
” He reaches across his body to put my head back on his shoulder and wraps his arms around me, protecting me from the wind and cocooning me in his embrace.
He dives into memory after memory to keep my mind occupied until the ski lift begins to move again.
“I kind of feel like this lift ride is symbolic,” he says.
“Some days, your future is so clear you can see the trajectory you’re on all the way to the end, and some days, like today, the winds of life kick up, and the clouds move in, and you can’t really tell if you’re moving forward or backward or if you’re going to make it all. ”
Laughing, I say, “I hope there’s a but in there somewhere.”
“But,” he says with a chuckle. “If you wait out the storm and stay the course, you’ll end up exactly where you were meant to be.”
Where I want to be is with you, I think to myself as the lift house comes into view.
As soon as we exit, I follow Liam to an intermediate slope covered in thick pines. Because these trails can’t be groomed, the powder here is often thicker, which thankfully slows you down naturally.
The wind is picking up a little more, and where there were small patches of light blue sky earlier, they’ve all been swallowed by clouds. The air is heavy with the smell of snow, and a very light wintry mix is coming down.
“Last run?” Liam asks.
I nod. “Last run.”
Fuck. Talk about feeling symbolic.
Live in the moment, I remind myself. We’ll spill our guts at dinner.
Fuck it. I’ll tell him I’m all in, I’m risking my position in the company, and I’m moving to fucking Boston.
Liam is my home. He always has been, and if he’s willing to see what comes from this, I’m not going to be dumb enough to sabotage myself twice.
Feeling lighter, I throw him a smile. “Lead the way.”
Liam goes slower than I know he wants to, but even with me right on his heels, he doesn’t pick up the pace. Instead, he slows down about halfway through the trees before coming to a complete stop and unclipping from his skis.
Stopping behind him, I follow suit, asking, “What are we doing?”
“Something that came to me this morning,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Li, it’s like ten degrees out here,” I point out, figuring something sexual is on his mind.
Pulling me farther off the trail and deeper into the trees, he looks over his shoulder. “Afraid I won’t be able to warm you up, baby?”
If I had been, I’m not anymore. Every time he calls me baby, it’s like a switch is flipped, and that familiar warmth spreads outward from my torso, keeping my limbs warm.
Suddenly, Liam stops and does a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn before declaring, “I think this’ll do.”
“Will do for what?” I ask, looking around the trees. We’re in the thickest patch. There’s not enough space to get skis back here because the trees are pretty close together, so we carried them in. Liam props his up against a tree and motions for me to do the same.
“Did you bring me out here to kill me? Fuck, Li, I can learn how to give a better blowjob,” I tease, though I am still insanely curious what we’re doing here.
At least, until he backs me against a nearby tree and his hands go to the nylon belt on my ski pants.
“Memories, D,” he pants against my mouth. “I want all of them with you.”
Fine by me.
I’m about to apologize that my cock’s not hard yet, when Liam asks, “Can I still do anything to you I want?”
“Always.” My body, my heart, my mind—they all belong to him anyway.
Licking his lips, he gives me a cocky half-grin. “Good. Turn around and hug the tree.”
My brows pinch together. “What?”
“Turn. Around. And hug the tree,” he repeats.
I do as he instructs, wondering what he has planned, but I don’t have to wait long to find out.
One of his palms lands flat on my back while his other hand is pulling me backward a step.
I’m now standing with my ass out, my chest against the tree I’m hugging.
He shoves my ski pants, long johns, and boxers until they’re just past my ass, and I hear him land in the snow behind me.
A second later, his hands are on my ass cheeks, spreading me apart.
Oh, my fucking God. Liam is about to eat my ass on the side of a ski slope, for fuck’s sake.
I needn’t have worried about trying to get hard in the frigid temperature; I’m there.
From the first swipe of his tongue, I’m a fucking goner, suddenly thankful for the wind whipping through the boughs, drowning out my moans and whimpers.
As Liam turns me into his favorite lollipop, my dick hardens.
Needing to stroke it, I remove one hand from the tree, bracing myself with my other arm and my chest.
Liam burrows in deeper, his tongue lapping relentlessly against my hole, his freshly manicured beard abrading my skin in a way that makes my balls ache.
Liam doesn’t seem to care that we’ve been out here for hours, that I’m a sweaty mess, or that the wintry mix is picking up. The low vibrations coming from his hums of pleasure resonate through my cock, and I stroke harder, pulling faster.
“Oh, fuck, Li,” I whine, trying to ride his fucking face.
“Mmmm” is all I hear in return. His hands are still on my ass cheeks, holding me open for him. When he doesn’t reach a hand forward to take over pumping my cock, I realize he never intended this to be for me.
This is for him.
And fuck if that isn’t the most humbling thought in the world.
Liam eats ass like he does everything else…really fucking well.
As I hit the on-ramp of my orgasm, his tongue disappears.
“Li—”
I’m cut off by the sound of spit leaving his mouth and the feel of his thumb rubbing into its intended target.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I groan involuntarily.
“You were saying, baby?” Liam snarks from behind me.
Between his cocky-ass attitude and the tip of his thumb dipping into my sore asshole, I grit out the truth.
“I’m gonna come.”
Liam reaches between my legs to tug on my balls while keeping one hand on my left cheek so he can wedge his face back to where he started. I cry his name as I shoot my load all over the innocent pine in front of me.
Before I can collect myself enough to return the favor, Liam is tucking me back into my pants and grabbing his skis. My heart sinks because at first, I think he isn’t hard, until he adjusts himself with the heel of his hand.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance for payback.”
I can’t fucking wait.