Chapter 21
Macon in the summer
Officially Moving in with Liam
Disney Movies I could tell by the way his eyes sparkled.
Obviously, this was awkward because it was his home and his kids, but he’d been gone and the kids and I had built little traditions to cope with his absence. Our comfy blankets were one of them.
“I’d love to,” he finally replied, moving toward the couch. I tossed the quilt at the end of the couch and scooted closer to Liam until I was near enough to share half the blanket with him. It put us shoulder to shoulder.
Once I relaxed into the cushions, Liam’s hand found mine under the fabric, and our fingers intertwined while we watched the movie.
Liam traced the inside of my palm as Rapunzel went on adventure after adventure with Flynn Rider.
I laughed and swooned at the lantern part, and then Liam flipped my hand over and began drawing circles into the skin, over my knuckles.
I tried to ignore it when he drew a circle around my ring finger.
My eyes stayed trained on the movie, and not how quick my pulse had begun to thrum under my skin.
My hand was in his lap, directly over his dick, so every so often when my hand would graze him, he’d jolt or thicken.
Regaining the use of my hand, I brushed over the outline of his semi deliberately, loving how heavy it was getting under my touch.
I was blissfully watching the colors on the screen, zoning out and thinking about where I was touching when suddenly Liam stretched, pushing his hips up and his swollen cock into my palm.
“Girls, Haley is going to help me set up the guest room, since she’ll be sleeping in there now. So, you guys finish, and we’ll be right back.”
The girls didn’t really respond so much as nodded then focused back on the screen. Liam stood, gathering the blanket in his arms with strategic draping over his hips, and then gave me a look that said I needed to follow him. I stood up and scurried up the stairs after him.
Once we reached the end of the hall and stepped into a modest guest room with a full-sized bed, he dumped his blanket and then gripped the back of my neck, walking me to the nearest wall.
“You can’t touch me and think I can withstand not being inside of you, Haley.”
I tilted my head back, parting my lips, but he was already moving, viciously sealing his mouth to mine.
He had me against the part of the wall that was blocked by the door, so if someone came in, we could break apart without being seen, but it was still a risk.
I was finding that with Liam that I was willing to take them—as long as they led back to him.
We kissed as though it was our last. His lips parted, his tongue wrestled against mine, devouring me in sloppy, wet strokes that somehow soaked my inner thighs.
I made a sound of surrender, which was like a weak, feeble animal begging to be set free from a trap. Liam’s hand moved, sliding down the front of my jeans, his strong fingers, quickly spread me.
It was his turn to groan into my neck as he tore his mouth away and caught his breath.
“Liam.” I whispered, begging him to give me more than just his fingers.
He leaned back, giving me a villainous smile.
“You made me suffer, Haley. I’ve gone months having to think about your pussy without being able to sink inside.”
I was still trying to catch my breath, so my voice came out rushed as I said, “We fucked in California.”
He shook his head and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.
“I have wanted you in my bed. Getting to spread you out on my sheets, see your hair fanned out behind you as I fuck your cunt so hard that you have to bury your face into my pillows to muffle your screams.”
I writhed against his fingers for friction; hearing him speak was only making it worse.
“So, you’re making me wait?”
Another quick kiss landed on my nose. “Yes, until I’ve punished you for making me wait.”
He pulled his hand out of my pants, licked his fingers clean, and then we heard the ending credits begin on the movie downstairs.
Liam was going to fuck me tonight, and he was going to punish me while he did it.
Why did a tendril of giddy excitement swim through me at thought of what he might do?