Chapter 12 Liam
Liam
He knew he was insane. After all, he had a plane to catch in just another hour.
I have a very important meeting tonight.
An entire startup hung in the balance. Dozens of jobs, plenty of the employees still reeling from other layoffs and desperate for this position to pan out, were counting on Liam not to fuck it up.
So, it was the perfect time for him to be balls deep in an escort. In a cabana. Right on the beach. At right past lunch.
The throes of passion were not a good time for self-reflection.
And, indeed, Liam was in no position to analyze why he thought this was a profoundly good use of his time.
He had plenty of warning that he had to leave early on Sunday.
Honestly, too early to properly enjoy the company of a Butterfly like her, but how was he to know he’d meet the woman of his dreams at La Mariposa, of all places?
The island where anonymity and spontaneous interaction were the name of the game?
It was more important to him to spend this extra time with Brim than to check out of the hotel and make it to his flight on the main island with plenty of padding. While he could always leave Monday with most of the other guests, damnit, that meeting was important.
But this was important, too…
He had been up at nine, ordering breakfast to his room so he could shower, pack, and ensure nothing was left in his room.
As soon as it was noon, he claimed the private cabana where he had hung out the night before and waited for Brim’s magnanimous arrival.
At 12:25, she arrived wearing nothing but a bikini and a sheer cover that left so little to the imagination, especially if a man was already intimately familiar with her body.
He had apologized for how quick this had to be, but Brim claimed to understand.
She was in the cabana, and he was on top of her before they had the chance to have a conversation.
I just saw her twelve hours ago. It should have been enough. Fucking her twice that weekend should have been enough, but here he was, going a third time (and a half, if he were honest with himself) round with the kind of woman he had been waiting his whole life to meet.
That was the toughest part, wasn’t it? After that hour, he would never see her again. Even if they both returned to La Mariposa in the future, there was no guarantee they would be there during the same season. Or that they would have the same attraction to one another.
“There should be more women like you back home,” he muttered right into her ear before entering her from behind.
Neither of them had removed their clothing because there was no point.
They had both dressed for this moment, him in his beach shorts and overshirt, and her in her barely-there bikini.
He barely had to move any clothing to get inside her.
And when he was? He didn’t think about anything else.
Not the island. Not the flight home. Definitely not the stupid meeting waiting for him at the end of the day.
All he knew, besides the fluttering cabana curtains and the warm breeze on his face, was the hot, welcoming recesses of Brim’s body as it wrapped around his cock and offered itself up for grabbing.
She was a living, breathing inferno that threatened to melt his very bones.
He slid home with a single, powerful thrust. Her body bucked, pressing the curve of her ass against his hips.
It was a personal invitation for more. More of this, of him, of the raw, animalistic fucking that obliterated everything else that mattered in their lives.
Everything else. The phrase echoed in the sudden, terrifying void left in his brain.
The clock was ticking. Somewhere, a plane was being fueled, a car was waiting, and a conference room was being prepared.
His life hurtled forward without him. And he was here, buried to the hilt in a woman who was paid to pretend she wanted this.
Pretend.
The word was a shard of ice in that furnace he embraced.
He saw it in her face, the way she glanced at the cabana curtains, the professional, understanding nod when he apologized for the rush.
This was a transaction. A transaction. A goddamn transaction.
He was paying for this feeling, this moment of oblivion.
He was a client, and she was… what? A provider?
How did this place work, really? How were these women recruited? Did they really want to be doing this? Were they just so good that they made any man feel like he was the king of the world while they bounced on his dick and screamed how good it felt?
He shouldn’t be doing this to himself. He should be having fun. No strings attached fun.
“Come here.” Liam pulled out, hand on his shaft as he urged Brim to turn around and face him. “Fuck, yes.” Her lips parted, and just like the night before, she began sucking him off without invitation. “So insane. So damn good.”
Her big eyes were locked on his. He didn't have a monopoly on it.
He knew that. He was one of twenty men who had graced La Mariposa that weekend.
One of twenty who might have had this woman's attention. Some other guy definitely has. That alone should have turned him off. Yet, when she gazed up at him with her lips wrapped around his cock, he wasn’t jealous.
He was appreciative.
Appreciation that of all the men on this island who could have had her this afternoon, she was looking at him like he was the center of her universe.
He knew it was a lie. A fantasy for him.
But right now, with her perfect tits spilling out of her bikini top and his cock between her lips, it was a lie he was desperate to believe while on the cusp of coming in her mouth.
“You like blowing me like this, huh?” The words were out of his mouth before he could think. Which was part of the problem. There wasn’t much coherent thinking right now. “You keep coming back to it.”
She pulled back, her hand remaining on his shaft. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s the opposite of a problem.”
Brim grinned. “Do I like blowing you like this?” she asked, voice husky. “I love it. I love how you feel in my mouth. I love how hard you get for me. And I especially love that look on your face right now.”
She took him back in, deeper this time, her lips brushing against the base of his shaft.
He groaned, his head falling back. The clock was still ticking, but its sound was muffled now, drowned out by the sounds of her mouth and the frantic pounding of his own heart.
Every blood vessel in Liam’s body begged for release while his brain recognized that the sooner this ended, the sooner he had to leave.
He didn’t want it to end like this.
Liam pulled away from her, breaking the spell of her mouth. He wasn't going to let this end with him coming down her throat in a frantic rush like the night before. He wasn't going to let this be a pit stop before he re-joined the real world. He needed to be with her.
He hooked his hands under her arms, his grip firm, and hauled her up from her knees. She gasped, a small sound of surprise that quickly melted into an anticipating hum. She hadn’t expected this, but she liked it.
“On your back.” The gravelly sound in his throat spoke of more than just what he thought of her right now. “I want to feel you come. Do whatever you need to.”
Liam didn't wait for her to comply. He moved with a purpose that was both rough and deliberate, a man reclaiming territory.
He pushed her back onto the cabana bed, the cushions sighing under their combined weight.
Liam followed her down, not resting his full weight on her, but caging her in with his body.
There was no doubt that she was his for at least a few minutes.
His hands gripped her hips, and with a single, powerful tug, he yanked her forward, her legs falling open around him. He was inside her again before she could draw her next breath, one deep, punishing thrust that seated him to the hilt. The force of it knocked a cry from her lips.
This was different. This wasn't the frantic, almost desperate coupling from before. Liam held himself still for a moment, letting her feel the weight of him as an undeniable presence inside of her. His eyes were locked on hers, and in them, she must have seen the war he fought with himself.
“Please,” she whispered. “Fuck me.” She grabbed one of her breasts, urging it out of the bikini top. “I’m all yours.”
She might as well have agreed to marry him.
Liam moved in a slow, grinding way that was designed to torture and please in equal measure.
Each withdrawal was a deliberate friction that stoked the fire, each thrust a deep, powerful impact that quaked her entire body.
He hit a spot inside her that made her see stars, a place that made a tiny whimper tumble from her perfect lips.
Liam could feel her. Not just the amazing, yielding heat of her, but the vibrations of her pleasure.
Her fingers, a blur of motion against her clit, sent a deep, resonant buzz through her core.
It was maddening. Liam was fucking her, but she was also fucking herself, a duet of mutual, frantic self-indulgence that made the entire act transcend everything this man knew about getting down and dirty with a random hookup.
Liam watched, mesmerized, as her fingers circled the swollen, sensitive nub. Her breath became a series of sharp pants that bordered on cries of pleasure. Her body tightened around him. He couldn’t look away. He had to see it. He had to be the one to make her come.
His own hips pistoned to ensure that it was no longer about just his pleasure, but pushing her over the edge.
He angled himself differently, a subtle shift of his hips that dragged the head of his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside her.
The change was immediate. Her eyes flew wide, her body arching even further, a choked cry escaping her parted lips.
“You like that?” he growled, crazed beyond recognition. "You like it when a man fucks you like this?”
She didn't answer.
“Answer me.” He smacked the outside of her thigh, a wonderful sound cracking between them. “Then come.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Brim’s inner walls clamped down on him, undoing him with the intense gravitational pull that was her damn pussy.
The world dissolved into a blinding white fury, and he slammed into her one last time, a primal, possessive roar tearing from his throat as he poured his cock into her, emptying everything. It was desperate. Insane. Pure.
Liam collapsed onto her, his face buried in her throat and his heart unable to decide between incessant hammering or stopping altogether. For a long moment, they were just two bodies tangled together.
The silence was deafening.
And then, the sound of the clock started to tick again.
He knew he had to move. He had to get up and get to the airport. But he couldn't. Liam was rooted to the spot, his body unwilling to leave her warmth.
He finally pushed himself up, his arms trembling. He looked down at her, at her flushed face and her swollen lips, and experienced a painful pang. Regret. Longing. A desperate, foolish hope that he could stay here forever.
“I have to go,” he said.
“I know.”
He cleared his throat. There he was, in a cabana, a half-naked woman barely keeping it together after she had sex with him yet again.
The vacation was ending. La Mariposa was a figment of the past already.
“I honestly hate jetting off like this. I know what this place is… but you and me, we’ve been quite the pair this weekend. ”
This time, she smiled. “I know.”
“Think of me, huh? Genuinely.” Liam slipped off the bed. “I know I’ll think of you for the rest of my life, Brim.”
He didn’t look back. That would be too much for the parts of him that had forgotten how to feel like this.
Liam barely had time to get back to his room and check for anything he forgot to pack. Yet the moment he walked through his room door, he heard the landline ringing off the hook.
“…There you are!” It was Wyatt Tenant, one of his recurring investment partners, who was supposed to pick him up from the airport later that evening.
He was also one of the very few people who knew how to reach him here on La Mariposa, in case there was an emergency.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour!
The hell are you doing? And a landline? What year is this? ”
Liam held his breath as he curled the cord around his body and perused the room for potentially missing items. “Sorry. Was taking one last swim in the pool before heading to the airport. What’s wrong?”
“The meeting with Burton Industries has been postponed until Wednesday. Apparently, Roy Burton’s father kicked it yesterday, so he’s got a funeral to suddenly plan.”
“Oh… man. That’s rough.” Liam checked his watch. “Wait. Does that mean I can stay here until tomorrow?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Just make sure your ass is back by Tuesday, because we have lunch with Optimum Solutions. Betty will fill you in on the schedule when you’re back in town.”
He referred to their assistant, who split time between the money-infusing half-suits of Liam and Wyatt’s investment firm.
If Burton is delaying the meeting… Well, that was great news for Liam, who could not only take his time making his way back to the mainland on Monday with most of the other guests…
Shit, he could spend more time with Brim. Assuming she was around that evening.
“This is great news. There are some things I want to wrap up down here, too.”
“You mean in the freakin’ Caribbean?”
“Yeah. Nothing work-related. It’s personal.”
“Whatever, man. Just make sure you’re back here by Tuesday for lunch.”
“I’ll be returning tomorrow.”
“And will have your actual phone back?”
“Yup.”
“Rad. All right. Talk to you later. Enjoy your vacation or whatever.”
Wyatt hung up. Liam took his time putting the receiver away before letting out a satisfied sigh. Now that he was no longer in a hurry to check out and rush to the dock, he flopped back onto his freshly made bed and thought about everything he wanted to do with his newfound day.
First, a trip to the gym. Then, he would secure whatever he needed for that night’s party.
Brim would be there, certainly. And Liam would only consider this trip to La Mariposa truly a success if he got to see the greatest Butterfly of all time truly blooming in the perfect environment.
She’ll be surprised to see me. Hopefully, she wouldn’t mind if Liam joined in with the happy festivities. But something told him that Brim was the exact kind of woman to flourish with so much attention on her.
Can’t wait to see it.