Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
K elsey
I moved in that evening. Not that I really had anything to move in with, but Liam made it official with a tender kiss as he pressed a key into my palm.
“My son Eamon should be home from kindergarten any minute,” he murmured. “Now be a good girl, or else I’ll have to take you over my knee again before I put you to bed later.”
“Yes Daddy,” I shivered with delight.
He pulled me in close, sealing his threat with another searing kiss that left my lips burning long after it was through.
He and I chatted a bit more about his son, his likes and dislikes, and the difficulties of being a single dad. When I asked about the boy’s mom, Liam’s eyes darkened with a sorrowful shadow, and he looked away. I reached for him and wrapped my hand around his.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” I offered.
“No, you should know,” he murmured, his gaze seemingly far away. Taking a deep breath, he spilled into the story.
“Lily was a wonderful woman. Beautiful, kind-hearted, and fiercely devoted to Eamon. We were a happy family until…” Liam’s voice trailed off for a moment, but I didn’t rush him. Instead, I let him tell the story at his own pace.
He sighed. “Lily was walking home one night and was caught in the crossfire of a gang dispute. The gunshot was fatal. There wasn’t even enough time to get her to the hospital before she died.”
I squeezed Liam’s hand in silent support.
“He doesn’t remember much, thank goodness,” Liam continued. “I’ve tried to shield him from what happened that night, but sometimes he talks about his mom like she’s still here, like she’s watching over him. It’s both heartbreaking and comforting at the same time.”
I nodded, “I can’t wait to meet him.”
“You should ask him about dinosaurs. He loves them,” Liam smiled.
“Don’t worry, I will,” I said, snuggling closer to him on the couch.
Not fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open, and Liam’s son burst into the room with all the boundless energy of a five-year-old.
“Daddy!” Eamon exclaimed, rushing toward Liam, and wrapping his little arms around him. His wide eyes took in my unfamiliar face, and I smiled as warmly as I could.
Liam chuckled, affectionately tousling Eamon’s hair. “Hey, buddy. I want you to meet someone. This is Kelsey. She’s going to be living with us for a little while.”
Eamon’s gaze shifted to me, his eyes big and curious. “Hi, Kelsey!” he greeted, his enthusiasm infectious.
“Hey there, Eamon,” I said, smiling. “Your dad told me you really like dinosaurs. Is that true?”
Eamon’s wide hazel eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah! I love dinosaurs! The Land Before Time is my favorite movie!”
Liam winked at me, and I couldn’t help but feel the warmth and love emanating from between the two of them.
“Really? That’s awesome!” I replied, playing along. “Who’s your favorite dinosaur?”
Eamon’s face scrunched up in thought, and then he declared proudly, “Littlefoot! He’s a longneck, and he’s really brave!”
“Eamon knows all the dinosaurs in that movie. It’s like he’s a little dinosaur expert,” Liam explained, his eyes bright.
“Yep! And in the Great Valley, they have lots of friends and adventures!” Eamon beamed, bouncing up and down on his toes with excitement.
“That sounds amazing! What’s your favorite part?” I asked.
His eyes widened eagerly. “When they find the Great Valley and all the dinosaurs are happy!”
“I love that part too!” I said, unable to stop myself from grinning.
“Can we watch it together?” Eamon asked, his enthusiasm more than contagious.
“Sure thing, little buddy,” I smiled, and he jumped up and down with anticipation.
“We’ve watched it at least once a day for the past two weeks,” Liam sighed, but he still smiled anyway.
“Again!” Eamon demanded, and, without further delay, Liam switched on the television and put it on. Liam draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me against him. I laid my head on his chest as Eamon bounced around the room, playing with a bunch of dinosaur figures that he insisted on showing me while the movie played in the background.
Soon enough, my stomach growled.
“Time for dinner,” Liam declared. “What do you say to pizza, little man?”
“I love pizza!” Eamon blurted out, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his open excitement. Honestly, it was pretty adorable.
“I love pizza, too,” I grinned, and although I thought it impossible, Eamon’s smile seemed to grow even wider.
“Good. Then it’s settled. Pizza it is,” Liam smiled. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and made a quick call. “It should be here in about forty-five minutes.”
“Can we play dinosaurs?” Eamon asked, his voice hopeful.
“Of course! why don’t you show me how to play?” I replied happily. I glanced at Liam, seeing the genuine warmth in his face at the two of us.
“You’re good with him,” he murmured quietly.
“You’ve done a good job with him,” I answered.
Before I knew it, the pizza had arrived, and it was time for dinner. Eamon put away a solid two slices of pizza before he yawned, and Liam pronounced that it was time for bed.
“But I’m not sleepy,” the little boy tried, but then he yawned again, and I had to cover up a chuckle.
“Why don’t we go and read a story together? We can read as many as you want until you get tired,” Liam negotiated, and Eamon thought about it for a moment before he nodded resolutely.
“Okay, but make it three stories,” Eamon declared.
“It’s a deal, buddy. Now go get in your pajamas. I’ll be right in, and we can brush your teeth,” Liam said, and Eamon scampered off to his room down the hall. Liam winked in my direction as I chewed a bite of pizza before he followed his son.
Only about twenty minutes later, Liam returned with a wry grin.
“He only made it through one story before he was out,” he said, and he beckoned for me to come over to him.
“He’s really cute,” I smiled.
“He is, isn’t he?” he answered, but his hand cupped my face, and I could tell that his mind was no longer on his son. His thumb traced down the line of my jaw, back and forth as it lulled me into a trance.
“I’m proud of you for handling him so well. You were such a good girl for Daddy, weren’t you?”
In an instant, the chemistry between us turned molten.
“Yes Daddy,” I blushed.
“I think it’s time Daddy put his little girl to bed,” he whispered, his voice low enough so that only I could hear.
With ease, he lifted me clean off the floor and carried me off to his bedroom. As he walked through the threshold, I curled up against him and pressed my ear against his chest. The subtle beat of his heart was a soft comfort as his arms tightened around me, right up until he tossed me on the bed.
In an instant, his hands were around my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down along with my panties. He didn’t stop there. Sliding his hands underneath my shirt, he yanked it up and over my head. With a deft touch, he quickly reached behind my back and unclipped my bra with a quick flick of his fingers.
All at once, I was naked in his bed and his eyes were feasting on every inch of me.
“Simply exquisite,” he whispered, and my face reddened that much further. His gaze roved up and down my body. With a subtle grin, he reached up and took my left nipple between his fingers, squeezing gently, and my hips lifted before I could stop them.
“So responsive,” he said softly, and the rest of my body flushed with the same amount of heat that was probably written all over my face.
He moved between my thighs and my muscles tensed, right before he glanced down at my pussy.
“You’re beautiful, little girl. Now Daddy is going to taste this sweet little pussy, and you’re going to have to come for me as quietly as you can. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes Daddy,” I breathed.
“Good girl.”
The wet warmth of his tongue caressed my clit, and I arched against the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head in an instant.
Good god. What had I gotten myself into?