Chapter 32 Liam
Liam
I pull up to Anna’s flat and kill the engine. I’m exhausted and my muscles are screaming, but I’m determined to find out what Danielle said to make her leave.
I buzz her intercom but she doesn’t answer. I wait a few seconds before trying again. A crackle sounds through the speaker as Anna’s voice filters through.
“Hi.” Her voice is flat.
“Hey, it’s me. Can we talk?”
She sighs but lets me in. I take the steps two at a time, finding her door slightly ajar when I reach it.
I step through, shutting it behind me with a soft click.
Anna’s on her couch in an oversized jumper, a pair of leggings, and fluffy slippers.
Her hair’s tied up in a messy knot and she’s barefaced.
She’s always bleedin’ gorgeous.
“Hey,” I say, dropping down beside her. I hitch an arm over the back of her seat. “You left.”
“Yup,” she says, tossing a crisp into her mouth. She doesn’t break her stare at the TV.
“Why?” I ask.
She drops her head back, releasing a long exhale. “Liam, I’m tired. I don’t really feel like doing this now.”
A crease forms between my brows. “Was it Danielle?”
Her jaw clenches, but she doesn’t respond.
“What did she say?”
She rolls her lips before turning to consider me. “Why are you here, Liam?”
I jerk back. “I’m here because I want to make sure you’re okay… I wanted to see you. That’s why I invited you tonight.”
I let my hand fall to hers but she tugs it away, rubbing her palms over her leggings.
Ouch.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” I ask, confused.
“No, it wasn’t the wrong thing to say… she just . . .”
I lift my brows, expectant.
She side-eyes me before responding. “She just told me that I wasn’t the first woman you’ve brought to your game, and made it abundantly clear that I wouldn’t be the last.”
“That’s bloody ridiculous.”
“Maybe we’re in over our heads.” She gestures between us. “I can’t be arsed with this. It was supposed to be fun and it’s already messy.” She folds one leg under herself, finally turning to face me.
I lean forward. “Anna, you’re the first woman I’ve brought to a game.”
She nods as she processes my words. Her voice turns frail. “I know you’ve slept with her.”
My eyes fall shut. I don’t exactly want to tell her. I wish there was nothing to tell. But I can’t keep it from her either.
“I have.”
Her gaze drops to where her hands fidget.
I can’t stand that sad look on her face. I know I don’t have to come clean about my past with Danielle, but I want to. I can’t end the night like this.
“We’ve slept together. Once, just after . . .” Fuck, the thought of what I’m about to tell her makes me feel sick. “Just after Tash left. Danielle flew to Dublin after I was released from the team. I was drunk. Really drunk, and she was there. It… seemed convenient at the time.” I clear my throat.
Her eyes soften momentarily. “It wasn’t after you moved here?”
“No, it wasn’t. Christ. I hate that she’s made you doubt me… doubt us.” I drop my head back. “I promise you, Anna. It was a huge mistake.”
Her eyes turn earnest. “Sometimes we do things we wouldn’t usually when we’re at our most vulnerable.”
She’s amazing. I don’t deserve her.
“Yeah.” I scrub a hand down my face. “I’m not proud of it. I honestly can’t recall it. At all.” I caress her jaw. “I mean it, Anna. I don’t remember a bleedin’ thing.”
She searches my face. “I believe you.”
Tension eases from my shoulder and I drag a frustrated hand through my hair. “I fired her.”
Her eyes widen and her face falls. “What? When?”
“Tonight. I don’t want to be attached to anyone like her.”
“Oh God, you didn’t fire her because of me, did you?”
I capture her chin, tilting her face to mine. “I fired her because I wanted to. It’s something I should have done a long time ago… But, yeah, I don’t like the way she treated you.”
She stares at me for a long moment. “As long as it’s the right decision for you.”
My hand slips into her hair. “Are we okay?”
“Yeah.” She wets her bottom lip. “I mean, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t kiss one of your teammates, but yeah.”
I bite back a laugh, shaking my head.
We both fall silent. “Can I kiss you?” I ask.
A faint smile flickers across her face. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to push you… after Monday, I mean. I just… is it too soon?”
She crawls into my lap, hands twisted in my jumper. “I’m sure. I want this, Liam. You helped me on Monday night and I’d really like to feel good again,” she whispers. “You make me feel good.”
“We’ll go slow, yeah?”
“Okay.” She nods.
She meets me halfway as I tug her in, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is slow and tentative at first. It isn’t heated and rushed like the other times. No, we take our time, stroking, tasting, and learning each other’s mouths until my dick is leaking against my joggers.
I drop soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” I murmur against her skin.
My other hand finds her throat and my fingers curl around the warm column of her neck until I feel her pulse flutter.
I break away just enough to breathe against her lips. “Thank you for coming tonight. For comforting Finn.”
What I don’t say, what I can’t say, is that looking up into the stands and seeing them together nearly bleedin’ undid me. That my heart stuttered like it didn’t fit my chest. But those words stick in my throat, scaring the shit out of me.
“Thanks for inviting me,” she murmurs against my mouth. “I suppose I owed you for earlier in the week.”
I still, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. My thumb traces her jaw. “You don’t owe me anything, Anna,” I say. “Not for that. Not for anything.”
The truth is, I think I’d do just about anything for her without asking for a thing in return.
Her mouth slams back into mine. Releasing her throat, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “Is this okay?”
She covers my hands with hers, slipping it under the elastic, gliding my fingers through her soaked gash. “I want you.”
“You’re in charge of this. Okay? If you want more, we’ll go there. If you want to slow down or stop, we stop. Whatever you need,” I tell her.
“More,” she breathes. “I want more.”
I growl again her lips, tugging my hand free and flipping her over so she’s underneath me. I ease her back against the sofa cushions and lower myself to my knees before her. As I position myself between her thighs, she lifts her hips in invitation, helping me strip her bare.
The first sight of her glistening pink cunt almost steals the air from my lungs.
Lifting one of her legs, I press a kiss to the arch of her foot. My hands begin kneading her calf as they start their slow climb toward nirvana.
“Open wide for me,” I instruct as I inch closer to heaven, using my shoulders to keep her spread. “I want you to put your hands in my hair.”
She obeys, grabbing hold of me.
“Use me,” I say. “Take what you need.”
She urges me forward. “I want your fingers.”
I watch, transfixed as I push two fingers inside her, enjoying the way they disappear inside her tight little channel. Crooking them, I press my pads against her G-spot and start rubbing.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
“That’s it,” I say, pumping my fingers inside her.
The sound of her slick pussy is delicious. Her back bows as she rocks herself against me.
I curl my fingers deep before finally tonguing her slit. My other hand joins in, tugging the hood of her clit up, exposing her swollen nub. I seal my mouth over it and suck. Hard.
I alternate between wild and controlled strokes while maintaining a steady rhythm with my fingers.
I hum against her sensitive flesh. My face is soaked. There’s nothing I need more than to taste every drop of her.
“God, don’t stop!” she whimpers, trying to hold herself steady.
Her breathing quickens. Her thighs start trembling around my head, but I hold firm.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
I don’t let up until she whimpers and sobs, coming on my face. Her flavor floods my mouth and I drink it down as she shatters above me.
I milk her through it until she falls limp, totally spent. Easing my fingers out, I suck them clean.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” I rasp, wiping my face with the sleeve of my jumper.
“That was amazing, thank you,” she whispers, gasping for breath. “But I still want more.”
I rise, dropping into the seat beside her, placing a kiss to her temple. My voice drops an octave. “Oh, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”
Her warm palms press flat against my chest and she leans in, pushing the hem of my jumper up and shucking it off.
Her hands move, dragging featherlight over my stomach, exploring.
Slowly, she pushes off the sofa and lowers to her knees.
I instinctively tangle my fingers through her hair.
“You don’t need to do that, Anna,” I say.
She peers up through dark lashes, her expression determined. “I thought I was in control. I want to do this,” she says.
I nod and she drags my trousers and briefs down. My dick springs free.
Her small hand wraps around my length and I hiss. Releasing a hand, I cup her chin, tilting her face up. The vulnerability in her eyes takes my breath away.
“This is about you. Nothing else matters right now, okay?”
She nods.
“If it becomes too much, tap my thigh. If you need something different, tell me. This is yours to decide,” I say.
She leans into my touch.
“How do you need it, Anna? Slow, or dirty and rough?” I ask.
She licks her lips. “Dirty and rough.”
My dick pulses. “Okay. I’m going to fuck your face, Anna. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Just do it already. I nee—”
I shove my cock into her mouth in one hurried pump. She gags, eyes watering, and inhales deeply through her nose.
Her mouth tightens around me and she gags, tearing a groan from my chest. I grab her hair tighter, holding her there before forcing her to take me deeper. Her nails dig tiny half moons into my thighs.
“Fuck, Anna,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to watch her lips drag wetly over my cock.