by Jordan Marie
“Then stop and help me to get your pants undone,” she demands, lifting her head to look at me. The minute she does, I see the need on her face, and I’m lost.
I hope to God she doesn’t have regrets, because I’m claiming my woman and once I do…
She will never get away from me again.
Ellie
Liam lays me down on the sofa, standing over me, his gray eyes boring into me. God, I’ve missed this. The intensity in him as he’s about to take me always makes me feel like the most desirable woman on the face of the earth. I lean up on my elbows, licking my lips, wanting him more than I can ever remember wanting him before.
“Take that fucking shirt off, Ice,” he orders, his voice this low, smoke-filled tone that sends shivers all over my body. Another thing I’ve missed. Liam was always in control in the bedroom. He ordered and I obeyed without question. I trusted him to take me to a place that was nothing but pleasure and he never failed. Not once.
My hands shake as I lift the bottom of my shirt up and yank it over my head. I’m not scared, I’m that hungry for him.
“Now the bra.”
I swallow, wondering if I am going to come before he even touches me. As I undo my bra, dropping it to the floor, it’s a near miss.
“That’s my good girl. I’ve missed those tits, Ice.”
I start smiling without realizing it. I look up at him as a small laugh escapes.
“Just the tits?”
“You know better than that,” he replies, pulling his gaze up to look at my face. Slowly he lowers to his knees in front of me. My breath stalls in my chest, suddenly this moment feels so much bigger, more momentous. I know in my heart it’s because this is the first step. We go through with this and I’m taking Liam back into my life. We’re going to try to put the past behind us. Even though I know that this is what I want, I can’t help but be nervous. “Offer yourself to me, Ellie.”
My eyelids get heavy as desire pushes through me with the force of a hurricane. I move my hands down to cup the underswell of my breasts and hold them out to my man.
My man. That’s what he is. That’s what he’s always been. I’ve always been his. From the moment I first looked up to find him staring at me, I’ve belonged to Liam.
I stop thinking when his lips brush against my nipple, a small whimper escaping me as I close my eyes and prepare for the pleasure that only he can give me. Without warning his mouth clamps down on my nipple, sucking it inside his mouth. He doesn’t try to be soft and seductive. Instead my Liam is harsh, rough, powerful and almost extreme. But, that’s exactly how I like it. I love every minute of it.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls, his hands urgently fumbling with my pants. “Need you naked, Ice. I’m going to eat out your cunt. We’ll see if it’s as sweet as I remember. Then, if you’re a good girl I’ll make you gag on my fucking cock.”
My hands join his, wanting out of my pants as much as he wants me out of them. Liam rarely does sweet talk in bed. He’s crass and demanding. It’s always made it more exciting. It calls to the darkness inside of me that loves being dominated.
He yanks my pants down, taking my panties with them. He doesn’t move and I’m desperate for something from him. I look at him, ready to beg him to do more, but I stop because he’s looking down at my pussy in a way I haven’t seen from him before.
“Liam?” I ask, softly almost afraid.
“Dreamed, Ice.”
“What?”
“I’ve fucking dreamed for almost two years of having you back, of looking down at your body, of seeing your sweet cunt wet and glistening, ready to be fucked. You’ve haunted me, Ellie.”
“Liam,” I murmur, brokenly, because his voice is raw and there’s no doubting the sincerity of it.
“You’re not taking it away again. You’re not leaving me again,” he says and this time when he looks at me, there’s a fire raging behind his gaze. It’s burning so strong that I can feel the heat from it. “These are mine.” He reaches out and brushes his calloused finger over my swollen nipples as he says that, his voice guttural. He leans down, kissing each nipple. It’s just a small kiss, but I can still feel the emotion behind the action. I’m so wet that I shiver as the cool air of the room hits the wetness between my legs. Whatever comes next, I know that when Liam finally lets me come, it will be so intense that I may not survive. “This is mine,” he adds, that same finger sliding against my lips. We stare at each other as I open my mouth, taking his finger inside and sucking on it like it was his cock. For a mere moment, his eyes close and his strong, demanding body shudders.
I did that.
He wants me so much that I make him burn. I love that more than I could ever explain. I’ve always felt it was a gift that Liam reacts like that to me…with me. To see that it hasn’t changed, despite us being apart, feels like a miracle.
His hand slides down between my legs, his fingers dragging along the lips of my pussy, gathering the wetness that has collected there.
“Liam…,” I gasp, as his fingers slip and press inside, before slowly moving to caress my clit. He’s teasing me, but not entering where I need them the most.
“So wet and fucking ready and I’ve not even tried to get you there, yet,” he groans.
“I need you,” I respond, simply.
“This is mine,” he grunts, his fingers pushing hard against my throbbing clit. His entire hand is holding my pussy tightly. It’s a rough possession that makes me even wetter.
“Liam,” I cry, my body trembling with need.
“Tell me, Ellie. Tell me what I need to hear.”
“It’s all yours, Liam. I’m yours.”
His lips press against mine then, taking any other words I might say, his tongue thrusting inside to ravage. It’s almost violent, our teeth clashing, our tongues fighting and breath coming through in desperation.
He stands up and through desire-filled eyes, I watch as he undoes his pants, pushing them down his long, muscular legs. His cock, fully erect, wide, long, and throbbing, springs outward. It’s curved slightly to one side, the head shiny, wet and dark. I watch as he takes it in his hand and grabs the shaft tightly.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, Ice,” he vows. In answer, I spread my legs open for him.
I’m on a razor’s edge, desperate for more. He jerks his head up, taking his attention from me. At first, I’m confused. Then, I hear the door open from the other room.
“What the fuck. I locked the door,” he growls. He reaches down and kicks his pants off, swiftly reaching over to the end table. He grabs his cut, throwing it over me. Then, he’s holding a pistol he must have hidden there. “Keep covered and don’t move, Ice,” he hisses. He aims his gun, taking a couple of steps toward the kitchen, his dick swinging with each step. If I wasn’t terrified, I’d have to laugh.
And then, I hear the voices and I want to kill…
“I don’t want to fight about it anymore, Dawn. I told you what I want and you need to figure shit out. You knew what I liked before we got together.”
“Don’t you tell me that shit. I thought I was what you fucking wanted when we got together,” my sister growls.
Yep, definitely going to kill them.
I know Liam knows who is there now, because he’s not as tense and the vibe coming off of him is not as deadly. He still doesn’t withdraw his gun, however. That could be a problem, because he’s never liked Dawn—or my mother really. He never liked how they treated me and he used to insist that something about Dawn felt…off. I’ve tried to convince him that Dawn is just an acquired taste, but he always just gave me a look, and changed the subject.
“I do want you. I just like guys too. You knew that, so you can’t act like a little bitch when I want to play. I’m including you. It’s not like I’m going out and fucking an entire football team behind your back, for fuck’s sake.”
“You invited him without asking me first, you slut-bag. That’s why I’m piss
ed. If we’re in a relationship—” Dawn stops talking when she looks up and sees a naked-below-the-waist Liam pointing a gun at her and Glenna. “What in the fuck are you doing here?” she snarls.
Hate comes off of her in waves. Dawn has never been one of Liam’s biggest fans either. That only got worse when I came home, grieving while waiting for Liam to call—only to never hear from him.
“Ding-fucking-Dong. Meat Show alert,” Glenna literally purrs. I grab Liam’s cut and put it on, covering my breasts. I reach down, getting my panties. I put them on so quick that I am almost dizzy. “Fuck. Do you see, Dawn? That’s what we’re missing. It has to be at least twelve inches…or more.”
“If I wanted dick, I wouldn’t have tossed Colin aside for you,” Dawn huffs. I go and stand in front of my man, because I don’t want anyone seeing Liam’s dick but me. “What the hell are you doing here, Ape Hanger?” Dawn snarls.
I can feel Liam’s body tighten with anger behind me. Because my sister never liked Liam, she insisted on calling him that to make fun of the bike he was riding the first time she met him.
“Ape Hanger? Shit. He’s more like the Bone Ranger and suddenly I want to be Tonto,” Glenna chimes in.
“Ice,” Liam mutters, his free hand coming down on my shoulder. I can hear his annoyance, but it’s nothing compared to mine.
I’m going to kill Dawn…
Ellie
“Where’s Shit-For-Brains?”
“Dawn, will you stop?”
“Ellie, will you grow a brain? What are you doing letting that asshole near you again? Didn’t you learn the first time he broke your heart?” Dawn snaps and I sigh. I knew this wasn’t going to go easy. It’s one of the reasons I purposely didn’t tell her or Mom that I was talking to Liam again. Dawn might be older than me by a few years, but most times she acts like she’s thirteen and never going to grow up.
“I left him, remember?”
“Because you didn’t have a choice. You always were so weak when it came to that shit. You have to be strong. This world doesn’t owe you anything and the last thing you should ever do is let people run over you.”
“I’m not weak. I had choices,” I mumble, because I did and I’m starting to think I made the wrong one.
“Whatever. You always let people run over you. Besides, you wouldn’t tell me why you left—”
“That’s because it was no one’s business. It was between me and Liam, no one else,” I insist, stubbornly. It was really between the club and Liam, but even though I was upset with the things that Liam was put in charge of, I would never betray his confidence in me.
“You say that, but it was me and Mom who put you back together and helped you stand after he left you miserable.”
“He didn’t leave me!” I yell. “I left and I’m starting to think maybe I shouldn’t have. I think maybe I made a mistake, Dawn.”
“You’re just saying that because you want laid. I’m so sick of women who can’t even think straight when they get near a man’s dick. What is so great about those damn things, anyway? They’re ugly as hell. They look like a mushroom that was outside during a nuclear explosion.”
“Will you give it a rest? Would you like to know what I think about vaginas? Even the name alone is gross,” I respond and get instantly rewarded with what I like to call her scrunched-up-bitch-face.
“You need to kick his ass to the curb.”
“My relationship with Liam is my business. Lay off of him. We have problems, but we’re trying and I may not know a lot, but I know that Liam is the only man I’ll ever love.”
“Whatever,” she sighs and I notice she’s staring at the stairs and looking unsure of herself. I’m not used to that from Dawn. Hell, most of the time she scares me. Dawn is headstrong, loud and stubborn. She never backs down and there’s always a seething anger inside of her. Mom has traces of it, but Dawn is definitely more extreme.
I follow her gaze up the stairs. Glenna went up there to the guest bedroom not long after they got here. Liam is upstairs in my bed, giving me time with my sister. He kissed me good night and gave Dawn a goodbye that sounded more like an undistinguishable grunt. He should probably get sainthood for that, considering how she acts towards him and exactly what Dawn interrupted.
“You want to tell me what’s going on with you and Glenna?”
“Nothing,” she mumbles.
“Now who is lying?”
“She told me on the way down here tonight that she doesn’t want to be in a committed relationship with me anymore.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. What really sucks, is that what she really means is she wants to start dating guys again. I mean I get it, she likes both men and women. She’s always been upfront with me about that. But, she promised me when we started seeing each other that I was enough. She swore she was happy. Now, barely two months in…”
“I’m sorry, Dawn.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll handle it.”
“Have you tried talking to her and letting her know that—”
“Save it, Sis. I’ve had this conversation. Her compromise is she wants to have a threesome partner.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’ll talk to you in the morning,” she grumbles, shutting down the conversation.
“Okay.”
“Will you do me one favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Be careful with that asshole. He fucked you over. If someone does that shit, you don’t give them a chance to do it twice, Ellie. No matter what.”
I swallow, memories of what I went through and the pain of losing…everything, threaten to crash in on me. I shake it off and do my best to give her a reassuring smile.
“I promise, I’m being careful.”
She nods once. “Does he know?”
“Not everything, no.”
“Are you going to tell him?” she asks, studying me closely.
“I’m not sure. There’s nothing either of us can do to change the past now,” I tell her and she gives me a sad smile.
“Tread carefully, Ellie. Liam isn’t exactly the most forgiving of men.”
My stomach clenches at her words, but I do my best to act like I’m not worried. I’m not sure she buys it. I didn’t tell Dawn everything, but I told her enough.
She goes upstairs to face her own problems, though, leaving me alone with mine. Suddenly, a night that had so much promise has fallen flat.
Ellie
“You get shit lined out?” Liam asks, when I make it upstairs. I stop at the door and look at him lying on my bed. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and I’d lay odds that he’s naked under those covers. His dark hair is ruffled and stands out against my white pillow cases and sheets. The ice blue comforter is pulled up to his hip and lazily hides all of his goodies. That thought makes me grin. “Ellie?” he prompts, and I can hear the worry in his voice. He’s worried about me.
That feels nice.
“They went to bed. I think they’re still arguing, I could hear traces of it as I passed their door, but at least they’re not screaming.”
“Your sister is a fucking mess, Ice.”
I’m wearing Liam’s shirt he had on earlier and I decide it’s perfect to sleep in. I just want to lie in bed and cuddle up to my man. I walk over to him, slide under the covers and immediately he pulls me into his warm body, his arm going around me, my head resting on his chest.
“She’s hurting, Liam.”
“I get that, Ice, which shocks the fuck out of me. I didn’t think the bitch had a heart.”
“Liam—”
This shit won’t get any better the way she’s going at it.”
“You don’t like her,” I mutter, they’ve always fought with each other and it’s definitely made it hard in the past. I don’t know why I thought it would have changed after all of this time. When I left Liam and he didn’t come and find me, Dawn’s anger toward him grew, so I should have known better.
“I’v
e always told you there’s something about her I don’t trust. Still, she cares about you. She’s got grit and she doesn’t take shit—at least in life. I can respect her for that.”
I look up at him, surprised. “You mean that?”
“Yeah, baby. We butt heads, yet we both care about you. I can live with that. She wants you cared for and respected. The problem is with her. Right now, she’s not demanding that same respect from the people she’s trying to let into her life. That is a fucking recipe for disaster.
Liam is not wrong. My sister goes through relationships like water. She’s never really treated any of them that great. Things were different with Glenna, however. She seems to really care for her. She seemed really happy for once, so to see them fighting now makes me hurt for her.
“She’s going to agree to bring another person into their relationship.”
“Dawn’s okay with that?” Liam asks, his fingers rubbing against my temple, stroking my hair.
“I don’t think so. I think she’s doing it so she doesn’t lose Glenna.”
“She’ll definitely lose her then,” Liam predicts and it makes me sad, because I’m afraid he’s right.
“Maybe not? Maybe bringing a man into the bedroom will—”
“Ice, it’s hard enough being a couple in this world. You bring a third party into the bedroom, then you better be solidly committed to each other, because feelings and emotions can trip a motherfucker up.”
“Why does it sound like you know all about this?” I ask, not liking the idea at all.
“I don’t, at least not personally. I got a buddy that I served overseas with and he was tight with this other dude, Sabre. I didn’t know Sabre as well, but he seemed like a good enough guy. Sabre brought my guy into the relationship he had with his wife.”
“It didn’t work?”
“Worked really good. The three of them seemed extremely happy. Annie is a sweet woman and Latch? He needed that. He hadn’t had that shit in his life.”
“Then, I don’t—”