5. Emily
I couldn’t believeI had just agreed to a fake engagement with a hot Irish rugby player.
By the way, my brother could not go along with the charade, he mumbled, excusing himself from the snug to get another drink.
Ava followed soon after, leaving Liam and me alone again.
This time, the air was different, though.
The once sexy tension was now something else. Something new.
Something that still had me unsure if I wanted to stay another moment alone with the sexy rugby player who was using me as a fake fiancée for PR purposes.
“You know, I’d better check on my brother,” I mumbled, scooting toward the door.
Liam’s warm hand was on mine, sending an electric jolt straight through me and stopping my movements.
“I’m an eejit, aren’t I?”
“A what?” I asked, turning to meet his dark stare.
“An idiot. You’re right, bullin’, and I know I definitely said something wrong. So just tell me what, and I’ll apologize.”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure what bullin’ means, but you didn’t do anything wrong. Well, not on purpose.”
He sighed, squeezing my hand gently. “Look, if you don’t want to do the fake engagement, I can go right now and tell Ava it’s off.”
“No, no, I never said that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “But something is bothering you.”
I sighed; I guess it didn’t hurt in being honest now. We were stuck together for at least a week, and if he wanted to keep his reputation, he couldn’t exactly kick me out. “I just thought maybe we might have had some real chemistry. Not everything is faked for PR.”
He groaned, leaning forward and capturing my chin with his fingers. “Mo ghra, nothing about how I feel about you is fake. If we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have tasted more of your sweet mouth, and wherever else you let me.”
Before I could respond another pounding came at the door. “Ey, are you going to be in there all night, McCarthy?”
“We’d better go,” I whispered, trying to pry my face away from his hand, but it was like pulling through wet cement.
Pushing the door open, a burly rugby player with a blonde on his arm smirked at the two of us but didn’t say a word. Though Liam did give him a hard glare as they slid into the snug.
“Do you want to leave?” Liam asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
As if on instinct, I leaned into him, taking in the manly scent of his woodsy cologne. “Yeah. It’s been a long day. Let me just find Michael.”
It wasn’t too hard to find my brother sitting at the end of the bar with a group of guys. An array of empty shot glasses was in front of him as he downed another before howling.
“Michael! Michael!” I yelled, pushing past the smell of alcohol and sweat.
“Hey, there’s my baby sister, finally emerging,” he said, his words slurring.
“It’s been a long day, so I’m heading back to your place. Are you ready?”
He blew a raspberry. Yep. My brother was definitely drunk. “What? The night’s just getting started.”
One of the guys turned on his stool, giving me a toothy grin. “Don’t worry, future Mrs. McCarthy; we’ll get your brother home safe.”
My cheeks heated as I watched Michael look away and down another shot.
Fine, if he was going to be pissed at me, then I’d let him.
I was going to at least get some sleep, and maybe we could talk in the morning when he sobered up.
“You ready?” Liam asked, his breath hot on my ear, and I couldn’t ignore the goosebumps prickling on the back of my neck.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
The ride back to the penthouse was silent, even as we rode up in the elevator.
I expected Liam to just go to his room and let me head to Michael’s, but as soon as we crossed the threshold, his hand was on mine, pulling me through the living room.
“Come, I have something to show you,” he said, smiling over his shoulder.
We stopped at a closed door that he pushed open, letting in light from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A large, four-poster bed, made with a soft-looking gray comforter, sat in the middle.
There wasn’t much else for decoration in the room but a giant TV over a white dresser.
“Is this your room?” I asked, my feet barely able to move.
“Yeah, it is,” he said, not catching the hesitation in my voice as he dropped my hand and fumbled through the top drawer of his dresser.
“You know, just because this is a fake relationship doesn’t mean we have to do anything. I’m not expecting it,” I said, swallowing hard as I tried to keep my voice level.
But each time my eyes drifted to the large bed, I imagined what it would be like to lay on it, to have Liam’s hands roaming over my body…
I had to shake my head to get those thoughts away and focused on Liam, now pulling a small cigar box out of the dresser and opening it. “Ah, there it is.”
“Um, I’m not really a cigar person,” I said, taking a step forward.
He pulled out a small green velvet bag and then turned on the lamp on his desk as he fumbled with the gold strings tied around it.
“Not cigars. This is the box I was given when my mam passed at the funeral home.”
“Oh.” It was all I could manage to say, a lump forming in my throat.
He finally unraveled the string and pulled out one of the biggest emeralds I had ever seen, right in the middle of a gold Claddagh ring.
He turned toward me, his eyes shining as he took a step forward. “This was my mam’s ring and if we’re going to keep up appearances of an engaged couple, I want you to wear it.”
I shook my head. “No, no, I couldn’t.”
He took another step closer, grabbing my hand and sliding the ring on with ease. The light from the lamp caught it, sparkling on my finger like it absolutely belonged there.
“I insist. You can give it back to me when you’re done, but I want you to wear it.”
He didn’t say, ‘When the two weeks were over,’ Just, ‘When you’re done.’
He was putting the ball in my court, and I knew it.
It was me who had to make the next move and there was nothing more I wanted to do than kiss those beautiful lips of his again.
Slowly, I stood on my tippy toes and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Then another.
By the third one, his arms were wrapped around my waist, deepening the once-sweet kiss and turning it into something more.
A little moan escaped my mouth as his tongue slid against mine, savoring me.
As his body pressed against mine, I could feel just how much he enjoyed our kiss, his hard length pressing against my belly button.
Damn, how big was it? Even hidden behind his jeans it still felt rather intense.
Boldness taking over, I trailed my hands down the front of his shirt and then cupped the bulge between us, eliciting a low groan from his throat.
“Emily,” he warned, pulling back, and his dark stare met mine.
“I just wanted to feel you,” I said, my voice innocent as I continued rubbing the front of his jeans, his hips moving forward to meet mine.
“I don’t want you to regret this. And if we do this, you’re mine. Do you understand? If I take you, if I mark you, you’re fucking mine. There’s no going back.”
I gasped at his words, not fully understanding them at the moment, but all I knew was that I wanted him more than anything.
“Yes,” I managed to whisper before his mouth was back on mine, devouring me as we stepped together back toward the bed, our lips never parting as he laid me down on the plush mattress and hovered over me.
I continued massaging his bulge through his jeans, enjoying the little moans it elicited from deep within his throat.
“Fuck, Emily, can I touch you?” he whispered into my ear as his kisses trailed down my neck.
“Yes. Please touch me,” I managed to moan.
His fingers slid underneath my shirt as I sucked in a breath, his calloused hands brushing against my goosebumped flesh.
He continued moving up to my, thank goodness, black lacy strapless bra, my nipples pebbling underneath the thin fabric.
His breath came out in slow pants as he lifted my shirt, exposing my bra before pushing it down and pressing open mouthed kisses against my pebbled skin.
I sucked in a breath, the new sensations going straight to my core as I bucked my hips forward.
He laughed, peeking his tongue out to flick my nipple. “You like that, baby?”
When I didn’t say anything, his eyes darkened, and he looked at me with a frown. “Answer me, baby. I can’t keep going without you telling me what you like and don’t like.”
“Yes. Please, I love it,” I managed to mewl.
This wasn’t like the movies or cheesy TV shows I was used to, where the guy just kept moving. Liam was trying to make me comfortable and please me.
Something about that warmed my heart more than it should have especially when this was supposed to just be pretend.
His expert fingers trailed down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans.
Growing impatient, I slid my jeans farther down, exposing the little black thong I wore, not knowing this would be the occasion but damn glad I wore it.
He laughed, his lips tickling my stomach as he traveled his kisses down it. “Someone’s greedy. Are you wanting me to lap up this pussy, baby girl? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Please,” I managed to breathe.
“Good girl,” he growled before pulling down my pants and underwear and tossing them to the side.
He spread my legs out before him, leaning in and inhaling my sex deeply.
“Baby girl, you smell like heaven. I bet you taste as good as you smell.”
Before I could even think of a response, one of his digits hooked inside of me.
“Oh,” I managed to moan, adjusting my body around his finger.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, slowly pumping his finger in and out of me.
“Mmmhmmm,” I answered, pushing my hips forward, loving the fullness.
He laughed again, pressing his lips just above my sex. “I knew you were a greedy girl.”
He finished his sentence by wrapping his lips around my sensitive clit, and I bucked forward, the new sensation lighting up my entire body.
He laughed into my sex, picking up the pace with his finger as he continued his erotic onslaught.
A vibrating sensation started in my toes, my legs shaking.
Liam must have knew something was coming because he added another finger, pumping harder as I bucked my hips to meet his awaiting lips.
My stomach coiled as my orgasm took hold, not like anything I’d ever experienced with my own hand alone in my bedroom.
This time, the warmth trailed from my stomach and poured through me, Liam moaning as he lapped every drop up but didn’t stop, even when my legs trembled around his face. Instead, he picked up the pace, suckling on every bit of me.
When the second orgasm took hold, I moaned deeply, leaning back into the pillows as I slammed my eyes shut, fireworks spiraling through every part of me.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby,” Liam growled, kissing a line up my stomach, his face still wet with my come.
“You know, it’s not fair that I’ve come twice, and you’re still dressed,” I whimpered as I opened my eyes to meet his dark gaze.
“If you want me to get naked, then I’m not going to be able to stop from fucking this sweet little pussy until you’re coming around my cock.”
“Please fuck me,” I begged.
He groaned. “Goddamn, baby, I love it when you get greedy.”
He shucked off his shirt and pants.
The man was like a Greek God, muscle over muscle, with a freaking eight-pack.
But that wasn’t the part that had me gulping.
It was the large mushroom tip looking me in the face with pre cum dripping from the head.
“Will it fit?” I asked.
He laughed. “I’ll take it slow, and you tell me if you need me to stop.”
He knelt between my legs, the head of his cock positioned right at my lips.
He slid just the head in slowly, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight.”
I breathed in, taking in the fullness as he stretched me inch by inch until I had his massive cock filling me to the hilt.
“You take me so well, baby. Look how fucking beautifully we fit together,” he murmured.
Looking down, I watched as he slowly moved his cock in and out of me, the veins of his shaft glistening with my wetness.
He grinned, moving a hand between us as he rubbed slow circles on my clit as he continued bucking in and out of me.
“Feels. So. Good,” I managed to moan, my third orgasm now building low in my stomach.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come around this cock so I can fill you up and make you mine.”
His.
Something about those words let the floodgates open, and my orgasm hit hard as I wildly bucked against his hand.
He moaned, pressing harder against me until warm spurts filled my body, and he stilled over me.
We stayed connected for a few moments, breathing each other in before I placed a light kiss on his lips.
He deepened our kiss, allowing me to taste my own saltiness on his tongue.
Pressing his strong body against mine, he bucked his body against me, moving his tongue and cock in the same rhythm.
I thought he was done, but the way he started up again, his cock coming to life, I was ready for more, wrapping my legs around his waist and holding on.
This time, when my orgasm took hold, so did his, both of us crying out before he collapsed on my chest.
My breathing matched the heavy beating of his heart as he slowly peppered my shoulders with kisses.
“I’ll get you a washcloth to get cleaned up,” he murmured.
As soon as he was out of me, I whimpered as if losing the connection with him was now losing a part of me.
But he was back quickly, and I was glad he was the one cleaning me up with the wet washcloth because my whole body was like gelatin, and it took everything I had just to keep my eyes open.
It could have been minutes or hours when he stopped cleaning and then fell into the bed next to me, still naked, his warm body wrapped around mine.
I should have been worried about what my brother would come back to.
But in my sleepy and very sexed-out brain, I just knew that I was happy.
For now.