Chapter 44 Make Them Pay
forty-four
make them pay
Liam
It was all I could do to keep the bed from shaking with my fury now that Maya had finally fallen asleep. She’d lived in her car. For years. And even though she appeared to have made peace with the time she was homeless, I couldn’t get over it.
Throwing an arm over Maya’s waist, I pulled her close and nuzzled my face against the column of her throat, inhaling the soft vanilla scent of her shampoo, but it didn’t calm my racing mind.
She should never have been put in that position. Not by her parents, not by her bosses, not by her friends, and certainly not by the police. Every single person who should have been there for her had let her down.
It made me so fucking furious I wanted to puke, to break shit, to find every one of those assholes and make them pay.
Revenge schemes swirled in and out of my brain as I lay there listening to Maya breathe. Teaching her parents a lesson was probably out. If they were as immature as Maya had made them out to be, I doubt I’d able to change their minds.
Hunting down her old bosses was still a possibility, though. Sending a few thousand sparkly revenge dicks to those assholes wasn’t nearly enough punishment for what they’d done, but it would help my attitude. I still wouldn’t be happy, but I’d feel slightly better.
“I can hear you thinking,” Maya mumbled, spinning in my arms to face me. “What’s wrong?”
Fitting my thigh between her legs, erasing any space between us, I kissed her forehead. “Nothing.” The lie slipped out smoothly. “Just can’t sleep.”
“Hmm,” she hummed into the hollow of my throat, making me shiver. “You sure that’s all it is?”
I skimmed a hand down her side before letting it rest on her hip, relief rushing through me again that she was still here. I couldn’t believe how close she’d come to leaving.
I had only just found her, and I couldn’t lose her. Not yet. Not ever, if I had anything to say about it. I wanted to tell her exactly what I was feeling, but piling something as intense as how much I cared for her on top of the events of the evening, would send her running.
We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to be declaring my undying love, but I was well on my way. I’d just need to keep it to myself until she was ready.
“You caught me. I’m scheming. Trying to figure out how I’ll manage to decorate your old bosses’ homes with an abundance of dick paraphernalia if you refuse to tell me who they are.”
She barked a laugh before burying her face further into my neck.
A spark of desire shot through me at the press of her lips on my throat, but I wrestled it down.
She needed comfort right now, not my grabby hands.
She was so damn soft, though. It was hard to resist squeezing and grinding against her.
“Dick paraphernalia? You mean dildos?”
“What? No.” I spluttered a laugh, then paused. “I mean … well, now that you mention it…” I pulled back to look her in the eye. “Yes. There would be at least a few dildos involved. But also inflatable dicks, penis glitter, cock balloons…” I counted the options on my fingers. “You get the picture.”
She choked out another laugh. “Do I even want to know why you have so many dicks at your disposal?” Her laughter didn’t wash away all my worries, but it sure helped.
“They’re not my dicks. They come with the specialty revenge service I’ll hire.”
Hot breath hit my neck. She shook her head. “You know what? I don’t want to know.” She pressed her lips to my chest before flicking her tongue against my skin. “I can think of much better things to do right now than talk about vengeance.”
Despite feeling pure anger mere moments ago, all the blood in my body rushed south, eager to take advantage of her offer. I wanted her more than should be possible.
Gripping her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her as if it had been months instead of hours since I'd last tasted her lips. Her tongue collided with mine, and I moaned. Sinking further into the kiss, I pressed my thigh between her legs, inviting her to grind against me. She shifted closer, rubbing herself against me, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
In a flurry of frenzied motion, I stripped us out of our clothes, rolled on a condom, and slid inside her, groaning as she welcomed me into her inviting heat.
“Fuck, Maya,” I whispered. “How do you feel so good every time?”