Chapter Twenty-One
LIAM
G od, I could get used to this.
The feeling of Ella’s body pressed against me as we lay in bed together, comfy in our pajamas. Me, on my back, and her nestled into my side, my arm around her and her leg thrown over mine. The feeling of her fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare chest. It’s the perfect way to end any day, really. Macie’s in bed, we have a plan to deal with my mom and Harvey, and in a few days, everything will be right with the world.
There’s only one thing keeping this from being the perfect moment. A thought that won’t go away, and the knowledge that even though my plan is perfect, if Ella isn’t fully on board, I’ll throw the damn plan in the trash and come up with a different way to deal with my mom and Harvey.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask softly, rubbing my hand along her back. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d give my left nut to marry you this instant, but I don’t want you to have to sacrifice the type of wedding that you wanted or your privacy. Whatever you want to do is what we’ll do. Either way, I’m never leaving again.”
Her smile melts my damn heart as she rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. “Oh, just the left? What about the right?”
“Ell, I’ll give both if you keep smiling at me like that.”
A blush tints her cheeks as she playfully rolls her eyes. “Charmer.”
Softly chuckling, I push a piece of hair behind her ear. “But… really. Are you sure about all this?”
“I am.” She presses a kiss to my chest, making goosebumps break out across my skin. “My whole life, all I’ve done is worry about disappointing everyone around me. Now, though? Liam, you’ve helped me find the strength to stand up for myself and what I want, and I want this.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
“I want to be done with Harvey once and for all,” she continues. “To make everyone eat their words about Macie and me, and show the world that you chose me because you love me, not some misguided sense of obligation. Though I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous about the world you come from, with the media and scrutiny, not to mention the wealth.”
“If you don’t want to live in that world, we don’t have to,” I tell her gently, cupping her cheek. She leans into the touch as I keep talking. “I don’t give two flying fucks about living a life of luxury. All I need is you and Macie, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my life. Though, I will say that you’re definitely getting a big wedding at the end of all of this because even if you don’t need it, I want to show my gorgeous wife off to the world.”
Her cheeks flush again, so damn adorable. “After all this? What else happens after all this? If we’re saying ‘fuck it’ to everyone’s expectations, are you going to stay a doctor?”
At dinner earlier, Ella’s mom had asked how I ended up a doctor if I was the EMT who pulled Ella out of the car after her accident, and I had told them about the pressure from my mom, and the legacy of my father she wants me to live up to.
Huffing out a breath, I think about it for a minute. “I think…I think even though being an EMT is more where my passion lies, I should still finish out my residency and then decide what I want to do. It would be a shame to waste so many years of work by not finishing what I started. Maybe I could switch back and forth if I wanted to.” My hand traces a lazy pattern on her back. “What about you? If you had the chance to be a vet, would you take it?”
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, her expression thoughtful. “I would. But, I’m very happy with how life turned out. I don’t have any regrets.”
“My only regret is not getting to you sooner,” I admit, absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair. “We have so much time to make up for.”
She grins, pushing herself off my chest and sitting back cross-legged next to me. “Let’s start with a game. Twenty questions. But not the one where I’m trying to figure out what you’re thinking of. The one where we just ask each other whatever we want. I want to know everything there is about my husband-to-be.”
I arch a brow as I sit up against the pillow and lean against the headboard. “You think there’s only twenty things to know about me?”
“You know what I mean. We can start there,” she giggles, playfully pushing my arm. Then her face turns to mock seriousness. “Me first. When was your first kiss?”
“Hold on…” I wrack my brain. My first kiss? That had to be… “Oh. Hailey Barnes, ninth grade. Homecoming dance. When was yours?”
“Well, my first kiss was in my sophomore year, with a junior named Cameron West, at a house party. He was in the same grade as Nolan, and he told Jayce, and after that…” she huffs a breath, shrugging. “After Jayce and Nolan scared him off, no other guys were brave enough to come near me. Besides Harvey.” She pulls a disgusted face. “I can’t believe I ever dated him. Asshole.”
“I’m sure I would think that about anyone who was your ex, but at least I know for sure that Harvey truly fits the description,” I chuckle.
“Okay, your turn,” she says, leaning forward and looking at me with those beautiful eyes.
“Hmmm…” I tap my chin. “What is one food that you could eat for every meal the rest of your life and never get tired of?”
“Oh!” She bounces slightly in excitement. “Nonna Rossi’s Chicken Parm. It’s the stuff of the heavens. We’ll have to go back there sometime and finish our date properly. Answer your question now.”
“Okay, mine would be…” I think for a moment. Mom never cooked meals for me growing up, even before Dad died. We always had a cook on staff… and restaurant food is good, but not the same. “I’d have to say that roast that your mom made the first time I came over for dinner. I may have had a few dirty dreams featuring that meal over the last week.”
“Oh my god!” she bursts out laughing. “You’re not allowed to answer questions anymore.”
“Hey, I’m just being honest.” I grin, putting my hands up in defense. “You wouldn’t want to marry a liar, now, would you?”
She hums, leaning in close to me with a dreamy smile on her face. “No, but I do want to marry you. My turn…” She bites her lip, glancing down at my lips. “If you could do one thing to me right now, what would it be?”
We move at the same time, our mouths meeting in the middle as my hand grabs the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. Pure heat ignites between us as her tongue delves into my mouth, tasting me. She shifts, never pulling away from me, until she’s straddling my hips, grinding down onto my lap through her pajama shorts.
Shit, that’s hot.
Before I can yank her down and make her grind even harder, she’s breaking our kiss, scooting farther down my lap until her face is hovering above my belly button.
“I want to change my answer,” she says, biting her lip as she hooks her fingers under the band of my sleep pants and yanking them down, my hard cock springing free.
“Oh yeah?” I swallow as she grabs me and pumps up and down a few times. “To which question?”
“For what I’d eat the rest of my life,” she purrs, licking the head. “It’d be this perfect cock.” A guttural groan leaves me as she swallows me down, completely engulfing my throbbing dick in one motion.
Fuck, have I mentioned how much I love this woman?
“Shit, Ella,” I moan, my hands taking her loose hair and gathering into a ponytail on her head. “Fuck, that mouth is magic.” I watch with rapt fascination as she hollows out her cheeks, the sensation making me grip her hair tighter. She moans around my cock, her nails digging into my thighs at the feeling, and I wrap my fist in her ponytail.
My hand moves with her head as she bobs up and down on me, the way her tongue runs up my shaft, making me see fucking stars. Tingles in the base of my spine tell me I’m close, but I’ve never cum in her mouth before.
“Ella, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you need to move.”
Her eyes look up at me, hooded and filled with desire. She fervently shakes her head, never stopping the way she tries to suck my fucking soul from my body.
“Fuck!” I grit out, throwing my head back as she swallows me down until I hit the back of her throat.
That fucking does it.
My orgasm overtakes me, waves of ecstasy crashing through me as I empty myself into her mouth.
“Oh, shit, Ella,” I groan as my head hits the pillow and my hand loosens from her hair.
She sits up, swallowing and smiling proudly before crawling over me and pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I love you,” she murmurs, nuzzling against me.
“I love you too. But we’re not done yet.” I flip us over so she’s on her back and she looks up at me with need. Kissing her again, I bring one of my hands up to palm her breast over her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, so she’s soft beneath my touch. Her back arches as she hums into my mouth.
I massage and knead the pliable skin for a few moments before moving her mouth and trailing kisses down her throat, making her breath hitch.
“Ah, Liam!” she cries out when I lift up her shirt and take her nipple into my mouth. Her hands grip my head, holding me to her, while my free hand sneaks under her shorts. Another sharp gasp leaves her when my fingers brush through her soaking wet folds.
“Oh, Ella.” I click my tongue, pulling away from her nipple. “Did sucking my cock make you that wet?” She nods wordlessly, her eyes shut tight as I lazily circle her clit. “What a dirty girl you are.”
She gasps when I blow cold air over her wet nipple at the same time I plunge two fingers inside of her.
“Can I tell you a secret, Ella?” I whisper, curling my fingers up towards her G-spot as she arches off the bed.
“What?” she nearly whines, her attention torn between my words and the sensations she’s feeling.
“I love dirty girls.”
With that, I take her nipple in my mouth again while still pumping in and out of her, curling up and using my thumb to tease at her clit. She comes apart in mere moments, her fingers tightening on my scalp and her pussy clamping down around my fingers as she shatters.
“Liam!” she cries, shamelessly riding my hand through her orgasm like a damn goddess. “Oh, fuck… Oh, Liam.”
She stills, her eyes closed as she catches her breath, and I pull my fingers out of her before sticking them in my mouth and sucking them clean.
“Next question, Ella,” I murmur, leaning in and nipping at her ear. “How many orgasms do you think I can wring from you before my cock is ready to go again?”
She answers with a soft whimper, pulling her lips to mine again, and we lose ourselves in each other for the next few hours as I pull orgasm after orgasm from the love of my life.