Chapter 15
Fifteen
Bristol
How does he manage to fall asleep while rubbing my back? His fingers graze my ass, and it takes everything in my power not to jump his bones.
Holy hell, the proximity, his scent, my body feels like it’s in heat.
Damn hormones.
I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on by a guy, let alone one I hated. Definitely not my ex-boyfriend. Not that I hated him. When we dated, I was into him, but he never turned me on like this, just being close to him.
It could be the fact Liam and I have so much pent-up, unresolved sexual tension that it’s mounting like a volcano ready to erupt.
Well, there’s always something ready to blow up between us, not usually sexual in nature.
Pressed up against him, my leg slides between his. I need to feel his warmth, his comfort. It settles my racing heart, which I can’t explain.
The racing heart, I understand, it’s his touch that soothes me I find oddly satisfying and without reason.
He’s an enigma, Liam Moretti.
I should hate him.
I do hate him, on most days.
Last night, he was sweet, bringing me back home, making sure I got to my dorm safe, and then staying with me.
I would have expected a hockey player like Liam to attempt taking advantage of a drunk girl. Yes, I had too much to drink. Anything over one drink, and I’m always tipsy. It doesn’t help that I don’t drink that often.
My fingers slide under his t-shirt, my palms pressed up against his warm skin as he sleeps.
Liam curls against me, rolling and pinning me on my back.
Fuck, yes.
A girl can fantasize and dream.
I let his warmth, his body, lull me to the perfect dreamland. I don’t know how long I’m asleep, but I feel quite refreshed and definitely sober when my eyelids flutter open.
There’s a hint of sunlight peeking through the curtains as the sun begins to rise.
Liam still has me pinned on my back, his body half covering mine, his hand on my hip and his breath nestled in my neck.
Fuck, I’m turned on right now.
He’s asleep, but his cock seems to have other ideas as it begins stirring.
Is it our proximity, or is he dreaming something hot and sexy in his sleep?
He grumbles, a typical Liam sound. Asleep or not, he makes the same dissatisfied noises around me all the time.
I chalk it up to annoyance.
He grinds his hips against me, and holy hell, I’m sure as fuck he’s having a sex dream because his cock is pressed against me, and it’s hard.
I’m not wearing panties and I try to roll away, but I smack into the wall and groan.
Liam’s eyes flash open and it seems to take him a second to register where he is.
“Bristol?” He glances at me, confused, and then pulls back, taking much of the covers with him.
I shiver and yank the blankets back over my body. “Quit being a blanket hog.”
He rolls over, his back to me, probably trying to hide his morning wood he’s sporting.
Too late, Moretti, I already felt it between my legs, and damn, was it big.
Too bad he hadn’t nudged it a little higher and closer up my thigh.
He coughs and rubs at his hair, sitting up, his back to me. He glances at his watch, like he has somewhere to be at this hour. It’s Saturday.
“That was quite a dream you were having,” I whisper.
Liam clears his throat. “Was it? I don’t remember any of it.” He pushes more blankets back around me as a truce and adjusts himself.
“Do you remember waking up, pinning me to the bed with your body?” I whisper, daring him to turn and look at me.
His shoulders tense. “I didn’t realize what was happening. I’m sorry.” Liam hangs his head and grabs his shoes, quickly putting them back on.
I sit up beside him. My hand goes to his shoulder, trying to get him to look at me. The smile on my face won’t disappear, no matter how much I want it to right now. “Liam, look at me.”
Sighing, he glances back at me over his shoulder, and I lean up on my knees, capturing his mouth with mine. Within seconds, I’m climbing onto his lap, straddling him.
Surprise is evident when he fumbles backward, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and I pull back, laughing. “Too much?”
I can feel his hard-on poking me, and it takes everything in my power not to glide my hand down the waistband of his pants.
Liam stares up at me, breathless.
“Fuck, Bristol. I’m not sure I’m not still dreaming.”
I bring my hands down and pin his arms playfully to the bed. “You’re wide awake, and you’re mine.” I lean down, hovering over his lips, teasing him.
He raises up, against my body, our chests pressed together as he captures my lips and unbinds his hands from my grip, wrapping them around my waist.
Liam rolls us around, putting me on my back as he climbs up my torso. One hand dances across my thighs and over my bare hip. He’s skirting where I most want him to touch me.
“Wait.” I press a hand to his chest, stopping him.
Liam’s breath is ragged, and he pulls back, climbing off my body like I’ve burned him.
“I just … I need to take my medicine before we do anything like this,” I gesture between us. “And, umm, we need a condom too.”
Liam comes prepared, whipping out his wallet and showing me what he’s packing.
I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or mortified. Has he thought about this with me a lot, or does he pack condoms in case he runs into a girl he wants to sleep with?
Best not to ask.
I really don’t want to hear the answer.
“Where are your pills?” Liam asks, moving off the mattress.
“On the desk.” I point to the desk and the colorful pillbox where my medications are stored for the week.
He brings me the container along with a bottle of juice from the fridge.
“Thanks,” I say, snapping the lid of the pills and pouring them into my palm.
His eyes widen, surprised by the number of prescriptions that I’m taking. “Don’t judge me.” I glare at him.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. If the pills are helping…” he trails off when his phone buzzes, and he checks it briefly while I take medication with orange juice.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He holds out his hand for the empty pill container, and I offer it to him to put back on my desk.
“Just Luca, making sure I’m all right since I never made it home last night.”
Luca checking up on Liam is next level. I never thought guys did that with each other.
I hand him the small bottle of juice, and he tucks it back into the fridge.
“That’s nice. I didn’t realize he was sweet on you,” I tease him.
He tosses his middle finger up at me, but the smile on his face is playful and not at all mad.
Our banter will never cease between us. Liam sits at the edge of the bed, his attention on me. The mood feels dampened by my new normal routine. “How are you feeling?”
I exhale and force a smile, not wanting to worry him. “Mornings are sometimes rough.” I reach for his hand. “It’s nice to have you here with me. I really thought you were going to bail last night after I fell asleep.”
Liam stretches and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to leave you alone, but I thought if I told you that, you’d either kick me out or shout at me.”
He’s not wrong. That sounds like something I’d do. “You know me too well, Moretti.”
“Okay, Greyson.” He pats my leg. “What’s on the agenda this morning? Breakfast out together? How’s that hangover? Can you eat?”
“No hangover,” I say. I didn’t drink that much. I’m just a bit of a lightweight when it comes to consuming any alcohol.
I raise an eyebrow, sizing him up. “Are you suggesting that we go out together, on a date?”
“You call it the ‘d-word’ all you want. Doesn’t mean I’m giving you that d.” Liam winks at me. “I’m calling it breakfast.”
“I wasn’t asking for your dick!” I shoot back, smacking his arm.
“I’m beginning to notice a violent tendency in you, Bristol.”
I snort. Seriously? He’s noticing it now? “You’re cute, but you’re not very observant.” I punched him when we were kids for being a jerk. Is it only now dawning on him? They say that boys take longer to mature, does it also take them longer to grow some brains and common sense?
“Not observant?” He takes pause and tilts his head, staring at me. “I’ve caught you from falling when you’ve fainted how many times?”
I point at him. “That’s not fair. Anyone can notice that when your eyes roll back in your head.”
He scoots back onto the bed, sitting beside me. “Is that what you think happens? That’s a cute description, but you get more of a blank look on your face, like you just mentally checked out.”
I stick my tongue out at Liam and he leans closer, his hand on my cheek, his mouth capturing mine, taking my tongue past his lips.
Holy hell, the kiss is fire and my body tingles in all the right ways.
One kiss is like stoking the fire, and I can’t stop myself, nor do I want to when it comes to the way he makes me feel when his mouth is on mine.
He pulls me closer, lying on his side, his hand grazing my cheek and into my hair, caressing the nape of my neck. A shiver courses through me, and I tangle my legs with his, pulling him closer.
Liam’s fingers move down to my ass, my shirt riding up slightly and his hand over my bare flesh sends tingles throughout my body.
Each kiss is more pronounced as he slowly backs off.
“Liam?” Already, I’m panting and gasping. My heart pounds wildly in my chest and the room spins as I try to catch my breath.
“How about we grab breakfast, and you spend the weekend with me?”
“Spend the weekend with you, here?” I ask. “Are you inviting yourself to stay in my dorm? That’s ballsy, even for you.”
Liam grins. “No, actually. I’m inviting you to come back with me to EU and stay at my house.
It’ll just be the girls tonight at the house, plus Zeke.
I want you to get to know my friends and us to spend time together alone.
Assuming we can do that and not kill each other.
” His lips linger over mine before he kisses me again.
“But I like threatening you with death.” A smile spreads across my face. “In all seriousness, why do you want me to hang out with your friends?”
“My last partner was strictly friends-with-benefits. I’d like us to be more than just fuck buddies. Actual friends.”
“You’re asking a lot.” I laugh. “And I didn’t say I was going to sleep with you.”
“Good, because I don’t think you’re ready for all this spice yet.” Liam gestures at himself. “You might need to procure a doctor’s note for what I’ve got planned.”
My eyes widen and I smack his chest.
“You’re too much!” I can’t help but laugh as I rest my forehead against his shirt. Liam wraps his arms around me.
His embrace is strong and surprisingly comforting. “So, about that alone time at your house. When do you plan on that happening if I’m hanging out with your friends all weekend?”
“There’s such a thing as nighttime, when people go to sleep.” He’s staring at me, trying not to laugh. “Besides, I have a bigger bed.”
My eyes light up. “Oh.”
“Sleep.” He says again. “Stop thinking about my cock, dirty girl.”
“I’m not thinking about your cock.” My voice catches in my throat. At least I wasn’t until he mentioned it. My gaze moves down between us, and I swear I feel his member twitch. Probably my imagination, because he’s not sporting that massive boner like he had been when we first woke.
“Sure, you’re not.” The wry grin sends a shiver right through me. His gaze never wavers, forcing me to look away first.
“Who’s to say I’m even going to have sex with you? We could just share a bed. Sleep.” I diligently fold my arms across my chest, and he smirks.
“I’d be okay with cuddling you again.” His hands firmly plant on my hips, and I feel the butterflies go wild inside me.
How does the man, whom I’ve hated all my life, have the ability to make my insides warm and toasty? One kiss, and I’m craving a lifetime more.
It doesn’t make sense, but I nod and lean in, brushing my lips against his.
“But in all seriousness, Bristol, if you get sick of me and decide we’re not worth one weekend together, I won’t be mad. You can call it off at any time. I’ll buy you a bus ticket or drive you back here. Whatever you want.”
One weekend, to figure out whether we can survive liking each other or will kill one another.