Chapter 7
Liam veers the car down a side street, pulls off the road, and slams to a stop. His knuckles tighten as his fingers flex against the steering wheel. He keeps his eyes forward and blows out a steadying breath. “Do you mean us?”
Even in the darkened street I can see the panic on his face, but I can’t find the words to explain myself. How do you tell someone you might bore them into someone else’s bed?
I feel sick at the thought of being with Liam only for him to regret it. “I don’t want to lose you.”
His shoulders drop, and he lets out an exhale, visibly relaxing. “Em, you’re not going to lose me.”
Liam smiles at me, making dozens of butterflies erupt in my belly, but I can’t return it.
He turns to me, a line on his forehead creasing. “Why did you ask me if you were boring last night?”
I blink away the wet heat stinging my eyes. I’m being silly; it shouldn’t matter what an ex-boyfriend said. He’s an ex for a reason, but that insecurity still niggles in the back of my thoughts.
Liam wipes a stray tear with his thumb. “Did Kyle say that?”
I nod.
Liam’s nostrils flare, and he clenches his jaw. “He’s a fucking idiot.”
His curse makes my lips lift, and a huff of laughter escapes. “I was trying to spice things up last night when…”
Liam’s grin starts slow, then builds as my skin flushes. “I watched you.”
The air between us shifts, hanging like a thick blanket of arousal around us.
“Why did you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Black swallows green, arousal darkening his eyes. He leans forward, his nose brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I told you I’m not the good guy anymore. I want you. I’m not going to hide it anymore.”
Lips brush the side of my neck, causing my skin to heat, but not from embarrassment. I lean into him, my fingers sliding into his hair and pulling him closer, wanting more but still nervous. “What if you get bored?”
“Impossible.”
I want to believe him, but it’s not just me boring him that worries me. “But you don’t do relationships, and I don’t want to screw up our friendship with one… toe-curling night.”
“Toe-curling?” His grin is intoxicating. “Let me make myself clear.”
“This is for you, always you, and only you.” He guides my hand to the bulge straining against his jeans, and my core pulses with need. “We’re gonna have a lifetime of toe-curling nights.”
He kisses me, long and hard, melting away all my fears.
My fingers curl tighter around his zipper. I want to touch him, taste him.
Kyle was wrong. I’m not boring—I was bored.
The realization is cathartic.
Kyle was a selfish lover who didn’t drive me crazy enough to fuck outside the bedroom.
Liam does.
We’ve wasted so much time pretending not to see what was in front of us. No more.
I reach for his belt buckle.
“What…” Liam’s question gives over to a groan as my knuckles brush his erection beneath his jeans.
I peel open his zipper until his cock head pops out, swollen and leaking. “I can’t wait.”
My walls clench, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I reach out, sliding one finger over the tip and spreading the drop of liquid around his head.
“What… are you doing?” His voice is raspy and low, curling around my nipples until lace feels like glass against the sensitive tips.
I lift the glistening finger to my mouth, a tendril of anticipation knotting my belly. “Tasting you.”
Finally.
He tastes like past fantasies and future promises—promises that I want to collect right now.
I lean over the center console and take him in my mouth. Soft steel slides across my tongue. I savor the sensation, tracing a line around the ridge where his head meets his shaft.
Liam’s hand cups the back of my head, pushing me down as his hips jerk up. “Fuck, Em, baby.”
Fantasies of him calling me baby as he slides inside me late at night or tucking me beneath one shoulder as we watch movies are kindling to the inferno crackling in me.
Saliva pools in my mouth, coating his passage down my throat. I gulp and swallow, my head bobbing up and down. I want to slow down and savor him, but I’m greedy and desperate to feel his cream burst in my mouth.
His breaths are ragged, his thigh muscles bunched tight. Two hands grip my head now, and he buries his cock all the way down my throat. I let him control the pace, and he fucks my face with the same ferocity pulsing inside me.
My clit pulses, angry and desperate, as arousal seeps from my underwear and rolls down my thighs.
Mouth still latched onto his cock, I fumble to unclip my seat belt. Shoving my dress over my hips, I push the elastic of my underwear to the side and find my entrance sticky, wet, and aching.
I push two fingers between my folds, filling the ache inside of me with a temporary balm.
“Holy fuck,” Liam grunts.
I smile around his length and shift my hips so he can see better.
His cock throbs against my tongue, hinting at how close he is.
I thrust my fingers in and out, finding a frenzied rhythm that could send us crashing over the edge simultaneously.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard, but Liam stops me. Gripping my hair in one fist, he drags his cock from my mouth.
“No,” I moan, flicking my tongue against his glossy tip.
He hisses and arches toward me like he’s going to give in. Instead, he grips my shoulders and pulls me up.
Our mouths slam together, tongues tangling, teeth clinking. His tongue fucks my mouth, plunging and retreating, sucking and flicking. This kiss is feral and devastating.
There is no coming back from this. No more fantasies and wasted time. We’ve crossed the friendship line and I never want to go back.
Liam’s seat jerks back suddenly. He grips my waist, lifts me up in one smooth motion, and drops me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
His erection is a hot ridge of steel against my thigh, my underwear the only barrier between us. He paws at my dress and bra, tugging until they are off my shoulders, exposing my nipples.
Pinching one between his fingers, he flicks the other with his tongue and sucks, sending a fresh surge of wetness from my core to my underwear. He’s going to make me come before he thrusts inside of me.
He stifles my moan with his mouth. This kiss is slow and decadent, his tongue flicking in time with my hips rocking back and forth. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, biting until the gentle pinch makes me shudder, then releases. “I want you to come on my cock.”
“Yes.” My voice cracks like a desperate plea.
Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulls the lace to the side, locks his eyes with mine and lifts his hips as I lower mine.
He’s inside me.
It’s intoxicating and breathtaking. All I can do is whimper as I come apart.
My head falls backward, and my mouth drops open, sensation pulling me in every direction but leading me in one.
He grips my neck, forcing me to look at him as my walls flutter, sucking his cock like a cream-filled candy. He pumps in a reckless, relentless surge until his cock pulses, his sticky seed coating my walls and taking me over the edge with him.
We fall against each other, panting.
That was definitely not boring.
His lips press gentle kisses to the pulse in my neck, and I curl my arms and legs around him, holding him to me. Why did we waste so many years just being friends when we could have been doing that?
No, they weren’t wasted. Liam and I have been neighbors since we were born, friends as soon as we could talk, roommates once we realized adulting was a lot more fun with the other around, and now lovers… since we finally figured out some lines are worth crossing.