Chapter 34
Kendall
“Wow. Did you order the whole room service menu?” I step out of the bathroom after showering and stare at the two carts of room service dishes Liam pushes into the room.
He parks the carts next to the small table in the corner, grabs a handful of tortilla chips from the basket on top of the cart, and shoves them in his mouth.
He smiles at me while chewing and nods. I laugh as he walks up to me and pulls me against him, swallows, and presses a quick kiss to my lips.
“I need to refuel,” he says. “We spent the last twelve hours in bed.”
He kisses me one more time, scoops my hand in his, and leads me to the table.
I sit down on the chair. “What did you order?”
“Everything. Tacos, enchiladas, fajitas, ceviche, huevos rancheros, guac, posole, beans and rice, and three different types of salsa. Oh and churros.”
“And grilled chicken breast.” I stare at the plate with three massive slabs of chicken breast.
Liam takes the chair next to me and stabs a fork into the hunk of chicken. “Gotta get my protein in. Training camp starts next week.”
I watch him, mesmerized at just how cute and hot he looks right now. He’s wearing a pair of gray joggers that hang low on his hips and no shirt. His biceps flex as he grabs a plate and hands it to me. I thank him and stare at his abs and chest muscles pulsing with the movement.
When he finishes the chicken breast, he downs some water and catches me looking at him.
The corner of his mouth hooks up. “What?” he says through a sexy half-grin. “Am I eating like a barbarian? Is it grossing you out?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s kinda hot, actually.”
He laughs and offers me some chicken, but I tell him no, thanks.
I grab a taco and take a bite. The burst of flavor ignites my appetite. “Carne asada,” I say around a mouthful. “So good.”
For the next few minutes, we eat in comfortable silence. I offer a taco to Liam. He accepts with a smile and kisses my cheek.
He takes a massive bite, demolishing half the taco.
“I forget how much you need to eat,” I tease.
He chews and swallows. “It takes a lot to fuel this vessel.”
I laugh. “Remember that taco eating contest freshman year at the Mexican place near campus? You won that by a landslide. It wasn’t even close.”
He smiles. “That’s the proudest moment of my life, next to being drafted into the NHL.”
“God, how many did you manage to eat in twenty minutes? Thirty?”
He winks at me. “Forty.”
I laugh.
“I tried to break my record each year, remember?” He finishes the taco and grabs another one.
“I didn’t break it until junior year…” He trails off, his smile fading.
His gaze falls to his lap. “You weren’t with me then.
I, uh, think that was when you started distancing yourself from me after you overheard what I said at the party… ”
Pain flashes in his eyes when he looks up at me. My chest aches.
He grabs my hand. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he says softly.
I stand up and sit on his lap. He slinks his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
I cup his face in my hands. “You don’t have to keep apologizing, Liam. It was a misunderstanding. I understand now why you said it.”
He blinks, and the pain melts from those beautiful blue eyes. He looks down at my chest. I’m wearing one of his t-shirts, which is as big as a dress on me.
“I like seeing you wearing my clothes.”
I smile. “Yeah?”
He nods. “It’s sexy as fuck. I wanna see you wear my Wolves jersey someday.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
He grins and nods. My phone buzzes with an alert. I swipe it from the table and see the latest weather update.
“Looks like the worst of the storm has passed. Just some heavy rain for the rest of today into tomorrow,” I tell Liam.
My phone buzzes with another alert. This one is for available flights back to Nashville.
“Flights are opening up soon too.”
The second I say it, disappointment flashes in my body.
This time in Mexico has felt like a fantasy. Spending all day in bed with Liam, fucking each other’s brains out while we’re holed up in this luxury resort is a dream come true. But we can’t stay here forever.
We have to go back to Nashville. Back to work, back to taking care of my aunt. Back to real life.
Nerves crackle in my tummy. I don’t want things to end with Liam when we’re back in Nashville. But I can’t do anything serious. Especially after how badly I got hurt after my last relationship. Hooking up and hanging out is all I can handle.
How do I bring this up to Liam without ruining the moment? He’s probably not thinking about any of this, and I don’t want to ruin the vibe.
Liam gazes at me and brushes away a lock of wet hair from my face. “I can tell you’re thinking pretty hard about something, firecracker.”
I try to smile as I work up the nerve to say what I’m thinking. “Yeah, um, I was just wondering what things will be like between us when we get back to Nashville.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being here with you has been amazing,” I say. “I’d like to keep things going between us when we get back. If you’d be into that.”
He grins. “You’re asking me if I want to keep fucking you when we’re back home?”
I chuckle at his phrasing. “Yeah.”
“That’s a hell yes.”
I slink my arms around his neck. “Just so we’re clear, I can’t do anything other than that. I’m focused on work and taking care of my aunt. I’m not interested in getting into a relationship. So if you want something serious, I can’t give it to you.”
The look in his eyes turns tender and his smile softens. “I’m good with that. With how nuts my schedule is for hockey, I can’t do anything serious either.”
“So we’re on the same page? We’re good to keep hooking up, nothing more?”
He nods. I let out a breath, relieved and happy. I kiss him. It’s not long before Liam peels off the shirt I’m wearing and carries me to bed. He sets me down and moves to join me, but I stop him with a hand on his waist.
I gaze up at him and pull down his joggers. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
A wicked grin dances on his lips. I yank down his boxer briefs and grip the base of him. My mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock. I slowly tease my tongue around the head. I feel him tense under my grip.
“Fuck, Kendall,” he mutters above me.
I swirl some more, then start to take him in my mouth. He grunts, then runs his hand through my hair. I work his balls with my other hand, and he makes a fist against my scalp. I groan at the burn, at just how much I’m turning him on.
I work the shaft of his cock in my hand while I lick and suck him. After a few seconds, I take more of him in my mouth. When his breathing kicks up, I speed up my pace.
“Baby…you keep working me with your tongue like this and I’m gonna come hard in that sweet mouth of yours.”
I hum my approval, and he growls. His grip in my hair tightens, and his breath become broken and desperate. Not even a minute later, he unloads in my mouth. Hot come glides down my throat. I lean back and slide him out of my mouth, holding his gaze as I swallow and lick my lips.
His eyes are wild as he stares down at me. His chest heaves as he inhales. “You should come with a warning label. Fuck, baby.”
I grin, pride swelling in my chest at how good I make him feel.
A split second later, he’s on his knees and his face is buried in my pussy. He grabs my vibrator from the bed and flips it on, then leans back and presses it against my clit. The vibrations send pleasure pulsing through my entire body.
A minute later, he lowers his face back down and flicks his tongue over my clit while he holds the vibrator there too. My eyes roll back, and my brain starts to splinter as pleasure hurtles through my entire body.
Holy hell. I’ve never had a guy go down on me while using a vibrator on me at the same time. It is a whole new level of pleasure. More heightened. Way, way more intense.
A minute later, I come hard against his tongue. I expect him to pull away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps flicking his tongue and pressing the vibrator on my clit while he slides two fingers into my pussy. He presses against my g-spot and a second orgasm hits before the first even ends.
My entire body is trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me. My head is swimming, and I’m seeing stars by the time I start to come down.
I push his face away when I hit that too-sensitive point. He flips off the vibrator, climbs on the bed, and kisses me.
As my vision starts to clear, I spot that dangerously handsome smile on his face.
“Liam, that was…I’ve never come two times in a row like that before.”
“You’re about to come for a third time.” He grabs me and positions me to straddle him. “Ride my face, firecracker.”
My legs are shaky as I lower onto his face. He hooks his arms over my thighs and pulls me down, running his tongue all over. My eyes roll back.
He groans into my pussy, and the vibrations pulse through me, amping up the pleasure. I gasp.
“Look at how wet you are,” he rasps against my skin.
I whimper, and my legs shake even harder.
“That’s it. Soak my face like a good girl.”
It’s not long before I’m hurtling toward my third orgasm.
My head falls back as I come. I cry out, bracing my hands against the headboard to steady myself. Liam grabs a handful of my ass, and I yelp. The burn of his grip makes it all feel so much more intense.
He holds me up when I start to come down. My body feels like jelly, I’m so wrecked from three orgasms in a row.
He slides me down to lay on top of him, wrapping his arms around me.
He kisses the top of my head, and I close my eyes and hum, lost in bliss, lost in Liam.