Epilogue
Liam’s brow furrows as he focuses on guiding the car down the darkened neighborhood streets, but a small, secret smile plays on his lips.
“Why are you smiling?” I whisper.
His grin grows as he reaches for my hand. Our fingers tangle together, and his thumb draws tiny circles on my palm. The gesture feels more intimate than what we’d just spent the entire weekend doing.
“You,” he whispers back and lifts my hand to his mouth, kissing it.
My heart beats so hard it feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. Even though we haven't defined what this is with words, it feels like forever.
Liam guides the car to a stop and peers out the window.
My mouth turns down into a frown as I stare at the familiar brown building. “Why are we at Kyle’s apartment?”
Liam’s palm grips my knee and slides up my thigh. “That’s his car, right?” He nods toward the black SUV parked in front of us.
“Yes,” I answer, still confused.
Liam pushes his hand higher up my thigh and leans close, his breath hot and teasing against my ear. “I want to fuck you on the hood of Kyle’s car and show him how fucking dirty you can be with the right man.”
He pushes my panties to the side, finds my entrance again, and slides one finger inside me. I haven’t thought of Kyle since Liam made me his, but the way Liam curls his fingers at just the right angle makes me willing to do anything and everything he wants.
“Okay.”
He presses a kiss to my lips and reaches for the door. “Let’s go.”
Kyle’s car is black in the shadowed night, but anyone driving past or looking out of their apartment window will see us.
Liam opens my door with an excited whoosh and pulls me from the car. He wraps me in his arms, pressing my body flush against his, and walks me backward until the hood of Kyle’s car hits the backs of my thighs.
He brushes his lips over mine. “Relax.”
I melt against him, trusting and wanting his touch.
Stepping back, he rips his T-shirt off, leaving his chest bare and exposed to me. My eyes devour him, every smooth arc of muscle and a soft dusting of hair trailing beneath his jeans.
I’m still in awe that this man is really mine. “You’re beautiful.”
His cheek dimples. “That’s my line.”
He smooths the shirt on the hood like a blanket, then lifts me up and drops me onto the cotton.
Metal groans beneath me, and I gasp, gripping Liam’s biceps.
He bites his lip and unbuttons his jeans. “I better not ram you too hard.”
His zipper’s peeling open sends a buzz down my spine, and a rush of sticky heat drips from my core. I’m going to stain his shirt…
He leans over me, his scent intoxicatingly familiar but still new and exciting.
His fingers pluck at the strap of my dress until it drops off my shoulder. He pushes the fabric down my breasts, baring my nipples to the cold night air.
They stiffen and grow tighter as the edge of his nose circles one, then the other. His lips part, and he presses a hot, wet kiss on my skin.
A shock of pleasure sparks like lightning in my belly. I’m sizzling beneath his touch. “I need you.”
He rakes his eyes down my body as his hands push the hem of my dress up, exposing me to him completely. “You’re so beautiful, Emily.”
Giddy happiness floats in my chest. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
He grips my knees as the tip of his cock presses at my entrance, and slowly he pushes, parting my lips until his shaft is buried completely.
“Oh…”
Liam drags himself out slowly, drawing out the sensations until a groan rolls up his throat. My body arches toward him instinctively.
Cold metal squeaks beneath my skin as my shoulders rock back and forth, up and down, as he pushes and pulls in a slow, seductive rhythm.
I feel reckless and alive. I don’t care that we are fucking on top of a car in the street where anyone can see us. I just want Liam to keep touching me, keep showing me sides of myself I’ve never known.
I’m so close to that edge. I need more. I pinch my nipple and guide my other hand to the place where we are joined. As Liam draws back, my fingers curl around the base of his cock and squeeze.
“Em,” he grunts my name like a curse.
A door opens and closes in the distance. But I’m too distracted to care. Liam’s movements are frenzied, working an erratic rhythm inside me, drawing us closer to the peak.
My hips match his, thrust for thrust, and our lips meet in a raging inferno of lust. My vision blurs, and every nerve ending cracks until I explode.
I tumble over the edge of bliss, taking Liam with me. His hips jerk, and his cock pumps inside me, making my walls spasm and drain every drop of cream from his shaft.
My body melts beneath him, unable to move and not wanting to leave this moment.
He slumps forward, careful not to squash me, and snuggles his face into my neck, breathing a satisfied sigh.
“Who’s there?” someone calls from the shadows.
Liam’s eyes widen, and my body stiffens. We slide off the car too quickly, my shoes kicking the bumper in my haste. Loud piercing beeps wallop our eardrums, and yellow lights flash around our legs.
“Shit!” Liam yells and laughs in the same breath. He jumps back, taking me with him.
The car beeps, and the alarm stops. “Emily, is that you?”
Kyle stands in front of the apartment block, keys in one hand, phone in the other, a dumbfounded look on his face. His eyes drop to my disheveled clothes and to Liam, who lazily tucks his wet cock into his jeans.
Kyle’s eyes flick from Liam to me. "Were you guys fucking… on my car?”
He looks confused, like sex and Emily don’t go together without a bed.
Liam slips his arm around my waist and guides me to his car. “Yes, we were.”
Kyle’s jaw locks, and his brows pull into a thin line, making him look old and unattractive. What did I ever see in him?
“My car—and with Liam? What makes him so fucking special?”
Liam slides into the driver’s seat as I open the passenger door. “He doesn’t have a boring dick.”
Kyle chokes out a gasp.
I wink and step into the car, not looking back as Liam peels away from the curb.
He curls his fingers into mine and lifts my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “I will fuck you anywhere, but honestly, I just want to go home and be boring in bed together.”
I smile and squeeze his hand. “That sounds perfect.”