30 Liam
He killed her. It shouldn’t be a shock to me.
We all knew it would happen. Yet, it still stings.
Because I thought, for once, just once, he would allow me to help bear the burden.
We have been through so many things together.
Abuse, blood, horror. I wanted to help take this off his plate.
I knew she needed to die. It would eat him alive if she didn’t, but if he had let me do it, maybe, just maybe, a small part of him would remain intact. I doubt this will be the case now.
The thoughts torment me as I drive to Jess's house. I know it’s risky to come back here, especially since I’ve been around the diner more than usual lately.
But I need to see her. I know I shouldn't invade her personal space, especially when she's unaware of my knowledge of her house's location.
This breaks so many rules—rules I, myself, have put in place to protect myself and the guys.
I guess if Mike is burying bodies in our backyard, I can go against the rules just once.
The need to feel anything other than the sadness I'm currently experiencing is overwhelming. It's a feeling I never thought I'd experience again—one I buried deep inside me years ago when my family died in that fire. I had promised myself I wouldn’t feel grief again for anyone. I have kept myself from becoming attached to people for years. I didn’t even know the woman, not really. And she deserved what she got. She already knew about everything that happened to us, even if she claimed she didn’t.
I kept digging around after Jax was done with his research, and from what I found, I doubt this woman was actually oblivious that her kids were suffering as much as we did.
I park my motorcycle behind a tree, right outside of Jessica’s gate.
I climb over and walk toward the side of the house with a direct view of her window.
The light is off, and I am sure Jessica is fast asleep by now, but that doesn’t stop me from standing here.
It doesn’t stop me from moving closer, either.
It's a moment too long before I realize I'm halfway up her window, climbing using the plant that has found its home growing against her house. If this wasn’t so creepy, it would almost be romantic. I’m like a modern Romeo over here.
So romantic. I finish the remaining distance, stepping inside from the open window.
My eyes notice the sleeping form on the bed, Jessica’s bare skin peeking out from under the covers, her hair covering her beautiful features.
I take a step closer and lift the covers of her naked sleeping body, shedding my own clothes.
I get in bed behind her and press my body against hers.
She jolts awake, and I can feel her tense against my touch as I run my fingers along her side, gripping her ass firmly.
“It’s me,” I whisper to her, not sure if she will know who the ‘me’ is that I am referring to, but she surprises me when she calls my name.
“Liam?” Her voice is full of disbelief.
“Yes, sweetheart.” I ease her worry, and she relaxes against my body.
I press my hard cock against her ass, and she gasps.
I reach with one hand between her legs and press two fingers against her clit.
I kiss and nibble on her neck softly as my fingers work the small bud of nerves.
She moans, her body reacting to my touch.
I push two fingers inside her, coated with her wetness.
She moans louder, and I bite her neck as a warning as I keep fucking her faster with my fingers.
“Please, Liam,” she begs, and I pick up my pace, going faster, harder.
Her sweet moans fill the room as her pussy spasms around my fingers.
Before she has time to fully come down from her orgasm, I flip her on the bed, her breasts pushing against the mattress.
I lift her ass and bring my lips against her sweet pussy.
The moment my tongue touches her clit, her body shakes against the sensation, and I resume where I left off, licking her and fucking her with two fingers inside her.
It doesn’t take long before a second orgasm reaches her as fast as the first one, and my name slips off her lips.
“Liam.”
I smile, and I get on my knees on the bed. I rub my cock on her clit. “Good girl,” I praise before I enter her with a hard thrust.
She gasps, trying to adjust to my size. I allow her a moment, trailing a path of kisses on her back, praising her.
“You're doing so good for me.” When I feel her body slowly relax again, I start moving with slow and passionate strokes, our moans now mixing. I feel myself quickly going over the edge; her tight pussy is milking my cock, coming around it all over again. I can’t wait to fill her with my own cum.
I have been dreaming of this since that day in the back alley of the diner.
I spill inside her without asking for permission, either; while she is still coming out of her orgasm, a sweet moan escapes her lips.
We fall against the mattress, breathless, and I pull her into my arms, not wanting to leave her yet. “You are the only one I can think of lately,” I whisper, and it is mostly true. She is quickly falling asleep. Her body is now spent and satisfied. It is not long before I, myself, follow her.