Chapter 23
23
Liam
T he room suddenly went cold. I lifted my head. “What’s your point?”
She lifted a shoulder. A shrug but not really. “I’m just making an observation.”
“She’s not mine,” I said, rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. I pulled off the condom and tied a knot in it. “I told you that.”
"Do you know that, though? For sure, though?"
"Janice would have told me.”
Agitated, I got up and found the trash to dump the condom. My good sex vibe suddenly gone.
Turning back to look at her in my bed, I said, “I don’t know if you know this, but I had a woman accuse me of being her child’s father. It fucked with me, because for a while, I did believe her. I couldn’t think of why she would lie about something as big as that. I was prepared to do everything right by her, when Wyatt insisted I take a paternity test first.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Gayle was just so fucking scared. I told her she didn’t need to be. That I would help her. My point is, I take that stuff seriously. Besides, if Janice was trying to keep my daughter from me, would she bring her over all the time? Why wouldn’t she say, hey Liam, watch my kid, and, oh, by the way, she’s yours? Like, what would be the point?”
“I don’t know,” Kit said softly, even as she got out of bed. She snagged my sleeveless t-shirt and pulled it on over her head. “That’s for Janice to answer. I’m just pointing out…coincidences. And take it from someone who was lied to all her life, the longer the lie goes on, the harder it is to accept the truth.”
I grunted in vague agreement. If Tess was mine, which she wasn’t, I sure as shit wouldn’t lie to her about that.
“Think about it,” Kit said and kissed me on the cheek. “That’s all. The worst that could happen would be that nothing changes. The best that could happen is, you would find out that amazing girl is your daughter.”
Days passed in a cloud of ease. In laughter and sunshine. In nature walks and good food. Every day was easy and fun and we hung out on the beach and sometimes the neighbor kids came over. And sometimes we went into town and played on the playground there. There was ice cream. Pie for breakfast. Endless trips to the bookstore. I drove by Nick’s shop a few times. Not weird. Just…curious.
And at night… fuck. The nights.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please. Liam.”
She had her hands braced on the bed frame as I covered her back, my cock so deep inside of her I could feel her heartbeat. Sweat dripped off of us like we were in the rain and she was so wet it ran down her thighs. Down mine. She’d come so many times I’d lost count. I’d already come twice. Here I was hard again and trying to keep myself under control.
“Spread your legs,” I told her.
She moaned.
“Do it,” I said again, my hand against her ass.
“Liam,” she moaned and spread her knees a little further. Impossibly I sank deeper. We both cried out. I pulled apart the round sweet cheeks of her ass until I saw her asshole, dilated from all the orgasms.
“You said you’d give me anything,” I said to her. “Remember? You said you’d do whatever I wanted.”
She made a strangled sobbing noise. Her head bowed, the tender reveal of her neck got me someplace in my chest. Her submission, her fucking eager submission killed me every time.
“You know what I want?” I asked her and put my hand between her legs, getting it wet from all her cum.
“What?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“This,” I said and pressed a finger to her asshole.
She made a high keening sound as her body accepted my finger. “Shhhh,” I said, curling over her back, kissing her neck. “Shhh, you can take it. You can.” I leaned back so I could see my finger disappearing inside of her. Fuck. Talk about tight.
I was too big to fuck her ass but this was good. She was going to come so hard and she didn’t even know it.
“You’re so pretty,” I told her. “So pretty like this. You ready for more?”
“Liam,” she gasped. “No. I can’t.”
“Oh honey. You can.” Carefully I added another finger. Two fingers buried in her ass, my cock clenched in the fist of her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Make yourself come.”
I didn’t need to tell her twice. She fell forward on the bed, her hand between her legs. I could feel her working her clit and just like I knew she would, she started to come so hard I could barely hold on. I didn’t have to fuck her, I just had to hold still and let her fuck herself against me.
She buried her head in the pillow and screamed as the orgasm tore through her, clenching me hard it hurt so good.
“Fuck yes,” I said to her. “Use me. Oh, you’re so fucking filthy, Kit. You love this. Don’t you? My cock in your pussy and my fingers in your asshole. You fucking love it.”
She collapsed against the bed. I eased my fingers free and braced my hands against the headboard. I fucked her swollen pussy until I came so hard I felt turned inside out. Changed.
Ruined. When I was supposed to be the ruiner.
We lay there, staring at the ceiling, not touching, and I wondered if she was as shaken as I was. As rearranged inside.
“Is it…usually like that?” she whispered. “For you?”
I turned my head to face her. I had an instinct to brush it off. Make a joke about my skills. It would be easy. She probably expected it. It would put all of our loose pieces back together in a shape that we were familiar with. Flirty, casual fun.
But the word that popped out of my mouth was: “No.”
She turned her head to face me, and we stared at each other across the distance of a few inches. “I’m glad,” she whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered, and we smiled at each other. Exhausted.
“Just imagine how we’ll do in a bed that doesn’t squeak,” I said.
“All the beds in this house squeak.”
“The one at my house doesn’t,” I said and then yawned.
I knew it was a mistake the second I said it. But I couldn’t unsay it. I couldn’t undo any of this. I also couldn’t change the way I felt. I’d love to see her when this vacation was over. It didn’t have to be serious. It didn’t have to be anything other than what it was, two people fucking each other’s brains out.
She was the one making it difficult. What I needed to do was just play it cool.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, my back to her, and took off the condom. I stepped out of the room, making my way down the hallway to the bathroom to piss and wash my hands.
When I came back to my room she was gone.