Chapter 7 #2
I reach my room and hold my key to the door, giving them one last wave as their giggles disappear down the corridor.
It’s going to feel so good to get these heels off my sore feet after a night of dancing in them.
And maybe take a shower to get the sweat, and ick, off before I hit the clean sheets.
Plus it’ll help sober me up before I crash for the night.
“See, you’re not as drunk as you think,” I tell myself, dropping my clutch on the TV stand. “You’re not so drunk you want to go to bed.”
I snicker as I bend over to unclasp the strap on one of my shoes. “At least to sleep.”
Liam’s face floats in my mind and I pause on a sigh, letting the memories from last night completely wash over me.
It makes me stumble a little, and I grab onto the bed, slowly letting myself down on it, both heels still on.
I can’t think about this, but I also can’t help but think about it.
It’s the same feeling as last night. Screw everything.
Screw my loyalty to my brother—which is completely lost at this point—screw what may or may not be good for my mental health, screw the fact that he only sleeps with a girl once and never again.
Screw the fact that we agreed last night should be left there.
I want him. I want Liam. I want to feel perfect again.
Getting up from the bed, I grab my clutch and pop it open, pulling my phone out.
He may not be here, but I can text him. We’re in Vegas until Sunday.
The damage of breaking my promise to Nate has already been done.
My guilt can’t get any worse than it already is.
I might as well indulge in the pleasure that Liam bestowed on me last night.
Me: Where are you guys?
Stumbling backwards onto the bed, I watch my phone like a hawk as I reach down and finally unclasp my shoe. It takes a few tries with the drunkenness in my fingertips, and I fumble with it, and then the other one. By the time I’m done there’s still no answer. Hell, he hasn’t even read it.
What did I expect? They’re out having a boys night. A drunk fest with god knows who. God knows what.
“You can’t hate,” I remind myself. Then, in a bitter tone, I add, “Doesn’t mean I need to like.”
Five minutes later there’s still no answer.
It still hasn’t been read. In frustration, I put my phone up and head towards the bathroom, turning the shower on.
I’m starting to suspect that I’m not going to hear back from him, but a distraction in the way of a shower is a good idea.
Then if he still hasn’t texted by the time I’m out, I can just go to bed and play my message off like I was wondering for Savanna’s sake. No harm, no foul.
I’ve got my top halfway off when there’s a commotion in the hallway.
Tiptoeing to the doorway, I peer through the peephole to find Liam, Brody, and Nate all bowled over.
Their fits of giggles and chuckles tells me they’re as plastered as we are.
Biting down on my lip, I watch them all try to hush each other which causes them all to bust into more laughter.
It has me laughing behind the safety of my door.
Maybe it’s better that Liam didn’t text me back. Whiskey dick is a real thing.
They disappear down the hall, but it isn’t long before Liam and Brody are back in my view.
Liam heads to his door, and Brody heads to the one beside him.
Now that they’ve dropped Nate off, they both seem a lot more sober than they did five minutes ago.
Or they know that it’s bedtime and without the third stooge they need to settle down.
Brody is first with his door open. He gives a small wave, and then he’s through his door just as Liam’s is opening.
But Liam doesn’t go through it. His hand is splayed across it, keeping it open, his head shaking as his free hand clenches into a fist, then flexes.
My eyebrows furrow as he stands there, swaying back and forth a little until he glances in the direction of Brody’s door.
Two minutes pass, his shirt rippling with each heaving breath he takes that has his muscles flexing before he suddenly spins around, eyeing my door.
His own closes on his back. My breath catches in my throat as his tongue sweeps across his lips.
Good lord, even through the peephole he looks good.
Dark blue jeans that hang perfectly off narrow hips, and an olive green dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Motionless, I watch him pull his phone out of his pocket. A slow smile spreads across his lips before his attention moves back to my door.
He can’t see me but it’s like he knows I’m standing here watching him.
There’s no way to describe his walk besides a prowl as he crosses the hallway to my door.
One quick rap is all I get, and the sound has my heart leaping out of my chest. Anticipation surges through me, heat curling through my stomach, winding lower between my legs where a pool of wetness is gathering.
I don’t bother waiting. I don’t give a shit if he knows I was standing right here. Pulling the door open, my chest heaving with each breath I take, his eyes rake over me.
“I’ve been thinking about this fucking outfit ever since I saw you earlier,” he growls at me, crowding me in the doorway until I back up enough to let him in. “It’s fucking tantalized me all night.”
“You saw me for ten seconds.”
The door shuts behind him as he backs me further into the room.
“Ten seconds longer than I should have if I didn’t want to think of you all night.
” He reaches out and runs a fingertip along the top of the blue sparkling bandeau I’m wearing.
“Tits on display, and a stomach dying to be kissed and sucked. Then this little fucking mini skirt. Vision of fucking perfection.”
“The stripper thought so too,” I tell him.
His eyes snap up to mine, a snarl rumbling deep in his chest. “He touch you?”
The possession flickering in Liam’s eyes has my panties soaked through and through. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen something as hot as the way he’s glaring at me right now.
I shake my head. “The stripper didn’t. But the server might have grabbed my hair for a shot.”
Liam’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing at me.
It’s obvious he doesn’t like my response, but then a devilish smile creeps across his lips.
It’s nearly evil, and has my stomach clenching.
If I thought he was rough last night, I think it was only a preview of what tonight will be like. It sounds decadent.
“Good. Let him fucking look. You should be looked at. You’re fucking gorgeous. But it’s the last time someone touches you this week.”
I raise a brow at him. “Why is that?”
“Because I decided something tonight,” he says, taking a step closer to me.
“What’s that?”
The heat in his eyes intensifies and I’m at his mercy. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
“I decided you should be mine until Sunday. Fuck everyone and everything else. This week you belong to me.”
“Funny,” I tell him, a slow smile starting to cross my lips. “I was thinking the same thing.”
The words aren’t even out of my mouth when I’m in his arms, his lips crashing down on mine. Seconds later we’re on the bed, his weight crushing me delectably. I hope this week lasts a lifetime because I don’t know how I’m ever going to go back to reality and not take him with me.
We’re both half asleep a couple of hours later. It won’t be long before the day is dawning, and the sun will be making a new appearance.
It took a whole round of aggressive sex, and three orgasms on my behalf, for us to realize my shower was still running and the room had gotten humid beyond comfort.
A shower and two more rounds of Liam, and I feel sated beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
My body feels like Jello, though I know if I were to move, every inch would also be sore as hell. Nothing has ever felt better.
Liam nuzzles into my neck, his nose near my ear as his arms tighten around me. We’re spooning, and I’ve never felt more relaxed, or as safe as I do right now. He calls me fucking perfection, but the two of us together right now is perfection personified.
Not that I’d say that out loud to him. It would probably have him jumping from my bed so quickly I wouldn’t know what happened.
“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow,” he mumbles sleepily in my ear.
My head tilts slightly in his direction, my eyes peeking open. All we have on our itinerary is another pool day, and no one would bat an eyelash if a couple of us didn’t make it. No one but Savanna anyway.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“And don’t disappear in the morning,” he says, this time sounding grumbly.
I laugh softly. “We’re in my room.”
“Mmm, right. This is where we fuck from now on then.”
Chuckling, I lift his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before relaxing back into him. He doesn’t need to worry about me running off again. I won’t. Honestly? I should probably be a lot more concerned about the day he leaves me.