Chapter 6
Avalon
Ishift a bit on the stool, my pussy utterly ravaged. After all, Liam was insatiable. After the “CPR” session in the living room, he picked me up bridal style, and moved to the bedroom where we continued our naughty coupling.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, staring down at my form. By now, I was nude except for my sparkly g-string, wet with fluids, and my tiny ruffled socks and sneakers.
I giggle a bit.
“I forgot to wear a bra today,” I respond in a coy tone while sucking at the tip of one finger. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Liam’s on me in an instant, his big body hot and heavy on my nude form.
“You didn’t forget,” he rasped. “My dirty little babysitter is a fucking slut, and that’s how I like it.”
Then, he pounded my pussy hard. He had me screaming and wailing the entire night, bouncing up and down on his hard cock and I loved every second of it.
I loved riding it forwards, backwards, and we even did side to side, which seems almost impossible anatomically, but believe me, when you have an inventive lover like Liam, anything is possible.
He came in me multiple times, and now, I’m leaking with his seed.
“I don’t think I should sit on any of your furniture today,” I smile at him from the kitchen stool. “At least not any furniture that has fabric or stuffing because you’ve filled me up with so much cream that I’m leaking non-stop!”
Liam turns from the stove, where he’s been scrambling eggs, and shoots me a devilish look.
The man is insanely handsome with penetrating blue eyes, chiseled features, and charcoal hair that’s tousled rakishly at the moment.
Even sexier, he’s shirtless, that bronzed back on display and I can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and muscled torso.
“Sweetheart, sit anywhere you like,” he smirks. “I can get a cleaning lady in, and besides, I’m going to fill you over and over again so there’s no sense in trying to hold back. Sit anywhere you like.”
I giggle.
“Oh, you have a cleaning lady?” I ask. “When is she coming?”
He grins.
“She comes when I’m not here. So after I leave, she’ll come and straighten stuff up. But don’t worry, these folks have seen everything, so there’s no point in being worried about semen stains on furniture. They have industrial-strength cleaning agents to deal with all sorts of body fluids.”
“Hopefully not blood,” I shudder dramatically.
“Yeah, hopefully not, but you never know. Children get cuts and scrapes all the time, so anything is possible. Speaking of which,” he drawls with another smirk my way. “My daughters aren’t here. Not Ellie nor Madison, so I’m afraid you won’t be doing any babysitting this weekend.”
Oh my god, he has two daughters? Oooh, this is the perfect opportunity to come clean about the true purpose of my presence at the cabin, and I clear my throat.
“Right, so about the babysitting,” I begin.
Liam smirks again while plating the eggs.
“Sweetheart, I already know. I talked to Rick Purdy and he told me everything.”
I stare at the handsome man as he slides the fried eggs before me as the toaster dings.
“You talked to your friend? When?”
Liam grins again.
“Right after you arrived. Remember how I said I needed to finish a call in my office? Well, I wasn’t finishing a call. I got Rick on the line and he fessed up. He said he hired you as a “gift” through Sweet Lies, and that the babysitter thing was a ruse.”
My cheeks go red.
“So you’ve known all along?”
Liam smirks while plating the toast, and handing me a crisp, golden slice.
“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but most babysitters don’t look like you. They don’t have long, blonde hair, kissable lips, and a curvy body made for fucking. They’re more along the lines of a mousy, colorless woman who’s fifty-five with grandkids already.”
I stare at him.
“Oh my god, you knew,” I repeat helplessly. “The charade was useless.”
Liam smirks while sliding onto the stool beside me and biting heartily into a crunchy piece of toast.
“It was useless, but I appreciate it nonetheless,” he growls.
“Your arrival was quite the addition to my weekend. I’m a single guy up in a cabin, alone on my own, so what man doesn’t appreciate a gorgeous girl showing up as a gift on his doorstep?
The only thing that would have made it better is a bow in your hair to top off the “present” look. ”
“A bow!” I giggle. “Like I’m a little girl with pigtails!”
Liam’s blue eyes flash.
“I love pigtails, sweetheart. If you want to wear your hair like that, absolutely be my guest. Long, knee-high socks too. I love that shit.”
I roll my eyes with amusement because it seems my man has a thing for role-play. He likes the young, innocent look, which evidently, I’m an expert at delivering naturally because of my age. But then I fix him with a stern look.
“But you do have daughters. You mentioned two? Where are they, and how did Rick know that they wouldn’t be here?”
“You know, I don’t know,” Liam muses while dousing his eggs in ketchup.
“Maybe Rick wasn’t totally sure I’d be alone.
But he took a guess because he knew I’d been babysitting my younger one, Ellie, for a week, and figured I’d retreated to the mountain for some R&R after a solid week of daddy duty.
Of course, that fucker had every intention of destroying my peace and solitude.
But it’s worth it, sweetheart. My balls were getting tight and my dick horny, and you were the perfect release. ”
I roll my eyes again because my man is so dirty, and yet I love it. But I fix him with another look.
“So where are the girls?”
“With their moms,” Liam replies easily while downing a huge forkful of egg. “You’re not eating, sweetheart? I want you to eat because I’ve put you through the wringer these past twenty-four hours, and you know I’m going to put you through it again.”
I giggle because the truth is that I love to eat, and take a bite of the eggs. My lashes close as a look of bliss comes over my face.
“Oh mmmm, this is so good,” I moan with delight. “The eggs are so soft and fluffy, it’s unbelievable. Is this special ketchup too?”
Liam grins while nodding.
“Yeah, I add buttermilk to the eggs to give them that light as air texture, and the ketchup is from a special’s farmer’s market that they hold around these parts. You get the best shit around here,” he adds. “From purple Japanese sweet potatoes to free-range eggs with blue shells.”
I stare at him.
“Oh wow, what weird colors. But do they taste different?”
Liam thinks for a moment.
“Well, the purple sweet potatoes are about the same, but the eggs have a really intense, golden yolk that adds a punch of flavor. We’re not eating them now, but I’ll get some for you,” he promises. “You’ll love it.”
I flush because we’re not supposed to communicate after our weekend rendezvous is over, and yet Liam’s acting like we’re going to have a long-term relationship.
Well, maybe not a relationship per se, but at least something that extends beyond the next twenty-four hours.
My heart judders as I flush hotly again, but then the voice in my head speaks.
You’re a paid companion, Avalon, it reminds me. You can’t have expectations beyond the here and now. Just enjoy this time for what it’s worth, but don’t get any crazy expectations into your head.
Of course, my conscience is right, and I force myself to re-set. I can’t expect anything more than hot sex and a couple of passionate kisses because I was literally gifted to this man by his friend. Hell, for all I know, he could be a sex fiend!
Liam’s definitely a sex fiend, the voice in my head says ruefully. You have firsthand knowledge of that.
Those words are true and I flush again hotly while stealing a look at the handsome mountain man beneath my lashes. He smirks at me while placing a big hand on my bare thigh.
“Feeling horny, sweetheart? If so, I’m ready to go back to bed if you are.”
I giggle helplessly.
“But I’ve only taken two bites of my eggs!”
He inclines his dark head.
“You’re right, eat more,” he says with a wink. “Because I’m going to have my way with you, and you won’t be leaving that bed for hours once we get started.”
I laugh again, loving the banter between us. But then I grow serious.
“So where are your daughters right now?” I ask. “Oh wait, you already said,” I say quickly. “With their moms. And I know this isn’t supposed to be that kind of thing, so you don’t have to answer any personal questions if you don’t want to. But what are your daughters like?”
Liam looks unperturbed, flashing me another Crest-white grin.
“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind answering. And yes, I have two daughters with my two exes,” he says easily.
“Madison is nine, and Ellie is five. The girls are the light of my lives, but when they’re together, they can fight like cats and dogs.
And Ellie’s fierce,” he says in a wry tone.
“It doesn’t matter that she’s eight inches shorter than her sister.
She’ll fly at Madison, biting, kicking, scratching, whatever. She’s hell on wheels.”
“Oh my god, the girls fight? As in physically tussling?”
Liam smiles wryly again.
“Unfortunately, yes. At that age, little girls can be just as wild as little boys, and they’re basically savages. They’re unsocialized small humans with poor impulse control. It can make for some insane brouhahas.”
I shake my head.
“Goodness,” I murmur. “It’s good that I didn’t actually come up here to babysit because it would have been total disaster. I mean, I don’t even know how to break apart something like that!”
Liam gets a grim look on his face.
“By force,” he says. “You wade in and pull them apart, and yes, I’ve taken a few blows in the process.
But the good part is that small fists aren’t that powerful, so they’re more like taps than actual punches.
But yeah, do you have any experience babysitting?
” he asks with a smile. “Or was it all a ruse?”