Chapter 28
POV: Maeve?
As the rain poured around us, I stared at him. Soaked. Pleading eyes. Slouched shoulders.
This wasn’t the grumpy Liam I had come to know and love—this was a man that meant the words he said.
And like a movie—he leaned in, pausing as he stared down at me, our lips barely an inch apart, almost as if he was asking permission to kiss me.
“The Liam I know doesn’t hesitate,” I whispered.
His brown eyes shined with that hint of green that I loved so much and a lopsided smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he ran his thumb along the side of my jaw and leaned in further.
His kiss outshone every other kiss we’d ever shared. It was full of an intensity I couldn’t name—an intensity that I couldn’t recall from all of our other kisses. An intensity from the truth.
Because both of us had finally admitted that both of our lives were better with the other in it. Finally.
And when our lips reluctantly parted, we stared at each other with such passion—such unbridled, feverish passion.
“I meant what I said, Maeve,” he whispered into my ear as he kissed my right earlobe. “I want this.”
“I do too,” I took a deep breath, finally releasing a pent up breath.
And at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be alone with him—so we could make love.
I needed to feel his hands on my waist, then on my ass, then on every inch of my body. I needed to feel him worshipping me.
Without a single word, we understood each other perfectly so we scrambled into the car, and Liam drove through the rain like a man possessed, reckless grins plastered on both our faces.
We drove for 20 minutes on the highway, traveling faster than we should have, the rain not letting up—if anything, it worsened. Then Liam took an exit, one out of the way of Lisdoorvarna.
I gave him a look. “This isn’t our exit, Liam.”
“I know,” he gave me a cheeky smile as he kept driving down the winding road.
I glanced out the window at the rolling green hills, cows, sheep, and empty pastures ahead of us as we drove on, further down the road.
Eventually, the car eased to a stop as Liam drove up a quiet hill and pulled over onto a stretch of grass, far removed from even the grazing cows and wandering sheep.
“Liam—” I gave him a look.
“Maeve–” he teased back, leaning over to kiss me.
“Why are we parked here?” I knew why.
And it excited me.
“Well—the rain—and–” he fumbled over his words.
And it was adorable.
I wasn’t used to him fumbling over anything.
I shot him a wink.
“Love, are you messing with me?” He leaned in and placed a hand on my shoulder, moving me towards him slightly.
“Maybe,” I teased.
“Oh, Maeve. The things I’ll do to you,” he rasped.
“Do to me?” I laughed. “The things I’ll do to you.”
His eyes roamed over my face, a hunger flickering in their depths, before he slid out of the driver’s seat, dashed around to my side of the car then swept me up into his arms.
He carried me to the back seat, setting me down and plopped into a seat next to me, spreading his legs for my view.
My eyes darted down to the bulge of his cock forming an outline in his jeans.
“Sit,” he demanded, slapping his thigh.
I crossed my arms defiantly, ready to make him work for it. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Then I’ll make you, love,” he gave me a warning look.
“If you can,” I stuck out my tongue, pressing myself against the door, avoiding his grasp. But there are only so many ways you can duck advances when you’re in a cramped backseat.
Liam did just as he said, he made me.
He grabbed me by my waist roughly and forced me to straddle him and feel the hardness of his cock beneath his jeans.
I rolled my eyes. “You just couldn’t wait until we got back to a proper bed?”
He ran a thumb across my cheek roughly. “No Maeve, I don’t think I can,” he let out a raspy breath. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”
“Not really,” I teased as I purposefully grinded against his clothed erection. With each movement, he fought back a groan. “Can’t feel it,” I joked.
“Oh, you can’t?” he teased with a playful look in his eyes. “Then let me show you.” Before I could let out another snarky remark, he unbuckled his pants, lifted me with one swoop of his arms and moved his jeans down to his knees. His boxers slid down and exposed his cock which was hard as a fucking rock.
I fought back a murmur.
But he only smiled as he lifted my long dress then hooked my panties to the side, and set me down on him.
His cock found my entrance and he slipped inside of me.
I cried out a moan of pure ecstasy.
“Do you now?” he asked, as he stared into my eyes and lifted me by ass to drop me back onto his cock.
“Y–yes,” I managed, as I felt him hit my depths.
“So wet for me,” he muttered, as he lifted me again then thrusted inside me deeper and harder.
He fucked me hard as the rain heavily downpoured around us.
I steadied my hands around his shoulders, using him to lift myself up and drop myself back onto him.
Liam’s hands remained on my waist, as he held me firmly in place with each thrust and each movement.
Then his lips were on mine, as his hands found their way to my ass as he began thrusting inside me, slower and longer with each movement.
I moaned into his mouth, loudly. He swallowed my moan by groaning into me as he nipped my lip and held me firmly in place.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he whispered, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “I wanted to take you at the airport. It was fucking unbearable even waiting for 20 minutes to fuck you,” he laughed as he thrusted deeper inside me this time.
My eyes snapped open, fluttering back into focus. “We’re going to make a mess,” I reminded him in between a moan.
“Good,” he smiled as he pressed another kiss into my lips then lifted me all the way off of his cock and plopped me down again so hard that I screamed.
“Liam!”
He rasped out, “Make a mess for me, love. All over my seats. “They’ll never be stained by anyone else, only you.”
His thumb found its way between my legs, as he stroked my clit at the same time as he fucked me. “Come all over my cock, Maeve.”
“But—” I cried out, feeling my orgasm near.
“I don’t care about the mess, Maeve. All I care about in this damned land is you. Only you.”
And that made me come undone.
I came all over his cock—not softly, but violently. My legs shook and my lip quivered, as I screamed from my orgasm.
He came shortly after—inside of me.
And we did make a mess—all over his jeans, all over my dress, all over the seats.
When we were done, we laid back on the seats, probably even sitting in our own cum as we did.
“That was nice,” I told him, smiling, laughing to myself.
“I’ve got more where that came from,” he teased, tickling my sides.
“Keep it in your pants until we get back home, why don’t you?” I smacked his arm playfully.
“Home, eh?”
“Home,” I breathed out softly.
“Our home,” he echoed.