by London Casey
“Want me to pick a fight with someone, babe?” Liam asked.
As tempting as that was…
“Why not just get me out of here and have your way with me?” I asked.
“I like that better,” Liam said.
He moved me out of the way and reached into his pocket and put cash on the bar.
“You don’t have to pay,” Carla said to him. “Ernie will pay.”
“You’ll have to blow him for that,” Faye said.
“Worth it,” Carla said.
I saw the look on Liam’s face and I clapped my hands as I laughed.
“Let me cover the drinks,” Liam said. “Just so nobody is shelling out blowjobs that have no meaning.”
“I’m sure Emily won’t have that issue later,” Carla said.
She then made a gesture with her hand and mouth that made Faye laugh…
I shook my head. “Liam is much bigger than that.”
That made Carla freeze in mid fake air blowjob.
She looked at Liam.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t help it. It’s just how I’m built.”
“Carla, I’ve never seen you so quiet before,” Faye said.
“I’m just filling my spank bank,” she said. “Hope you don’t mind, Emily…”
“As long as Liam comes home with me,” I said.
I put my hand out for him to take.
I never felt so confident in my life.
Before Liam could touch me, someone else touched my hand.
It was the guy from across the bar.
His hand touching mine, a million-dollar smile on his face.
I didn’t have a second to process what was happening before Liam threw a punch and hit the guy.
Carla and Faye cheered as the guy fell to the floor.
Liam moved in on me and pulled me against him.
I gasped.
Ernie appeared a second later. “What happened?”
“This asshole touched Emily,” Carla said as she pointed to the guy on the floor.
“Liam hit him,” I said.
“I’ll get Dozer to throw his ass out,” Ernie said. “Piece of shit.”
I looked at Liam.
“There’s your bar fight, babe,” Liam said. “Now can we get home?”
Home…
I smiled.
I loved the idea of home with Liam.
That last shot?
It didn’t make me hug the toilet, but it made me fall asleep in the car.
I was basically cuddled up on Liam’s lap the entire ride back to my place.
When we arrived, I felt him trying to wake me, but it didn’t work all that great.
I managed to get on my feet, but my eyes were only half open.
Liam laughed and helped me get to my apartment.
I gave him my key and he unlocked the door.
Inside, he locked the door and we made a line right for the bedroom.
“I want to fuck you, Liam,” I said.
Even I could hear my words slurring.
“It’s okay, babe,” he said. “We did a lot together today.”
“I never had sex in my bakery before,” I said. “I fantasized a lot about it.”
“Oh yeah? Who was the lucky guy?”
I snorted. “You.”
“Not all the time,” Liam said.
“Well… sometimes it was John Stamos.”
“Uncle Jesse?” Liam asked.
“Hell yeah,” I said. “That man doesn’t age one bit.”
“Are you saying I’ve aged?”
We were in my bedroom and I sat down on the edge of my bed and looked up at Liam.
“You got hotter with age, Liam. That made me hate you.”
Liam crouched down in front of me. “And you got more beautiful.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious, Em. You’ve evolved. You’ve become this woman… it’s… it steals my breath to see.”
I picked up my left foot and tried to sensually kick at his chest.
I missed and kicked his jaw.
“Why don’t you just call it a night, babe?” Liam asked as he rubbed his jaw.
“You should call it a night,” I said and laughed.
“Okay. I will.”
Liam got my shoes off and then took my shirt off.
I grabbed for his jeans and felt the forever bulge of his amazing cock, but he swatted my hands away.
He helped me down to my pillow and covered me up.
I closed my eyes and pictured Liam fucking me back at the bakery.
Except in my mind we were both naked and I was riding him on the counter.
Begging him to fill me… like I was… I don’t know… some kind of baked good…
That made me smile as I drifted off to sleep.
A hand touches my shoulder. Then lips.
A soft kiss.
I feel warm and safe.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this safe in my life.
“Hey, babe, it’s me,” Liam’s voice whispers. “I know you’re sleeping, but I just have to tell you something. I can’t hold this in anymore. I’m in love with you. Okay? I don’t want to tell you when you’re awake and make you nervous. I know there’s a lot happening around us right now. There’s a lot of questions to find answers to, but there is one thing I know for sure. I am in love with you. Maybe I’m the worst kind of person… pushing away that love for another kind… if so, then I have to own that. But I can’t keep swallowing the feeling down. I don’t want this to ever end, Em. This feeling. Laughing. Touching you. Holding you. Tasting you. Fucking you. This isn’t a week-long thing for me. This has got to be forever, or else I don’t believe in forever anymore. I love you, babe. I can’t wait to see your eyes in the morning.”
Another kiss to my shoulder.
I hear and feel Liam take a deep breath.
He drifts off to sleep…
I opened my eyes and licked my lips.
I was still very much drunk.
But I was pretty sure that wasn’t a dream.
I slowly rolled around so that I faced Liam.
He was sleeping.
A gorgeous man in my bed.
A man who meant the world to me.
A man who…
I inched forward and kissed his forehead.
My heart raced.
“I love you too, Liam…”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Liam
I watched Emily shuffle out of the bedroom and go right into the bathroom.
Her feet literally sliding on the floor.
Wearing my shirt.
Her hair looking like she stuck her finger into a light socket.
Yawning.
Her nipples hard, showing through the shirt.
Yes, I was the guy who noticed that from across the apartment.
She shut the bathroom door and I touched my jaw.
I went back to cooking breakfast, well aware of the location of the smoke detector in the kitchen.
Yesterday I tried to sneak to make Emily breakfast and I set off the smoke detector. She laughed at me when she caught me waving a towel at the damn thing. She even teased me, saying if I wanted to stand on a step stool, I could. She’d catch me if I fell.
This morning, I had a better system in place.
Yesterday morning. This morning.
My work bag was on the counter. I had a bag of clothes in her bedroom.
My actual apartment was kind of a glorified closet at that point.
I went there to get work clothes.
Or to drop off or pick up laundry.
Or get my mail.
There were a few apartments I had found I liked but…
I liked this.
Emily came out of the bathroom and shuffled her way across the apartment.
Casually looking down, smiling as she did so.
I stopped cooking and turned to face her and my arms opened.
She walked into me and I wrapp
ed my arms around her tight.
She groaned and bent her knees.
“Why are you awake, babe?” I whispered.
“I smelled the food. And I knew you’d be shirtless.”
“Are you suggesting I wear more clothes when I cook?” I asked.
Emily lifted her head. “You can make breakfast… that’s about it. Let’s not start calling you a cook…”
I smiled. “I’ll let that slide because you’re beautiful.”
“This is not beautiful,” Emily said as she shook her head.
I touched her hair and then her face. “Oh, it’s beautiful, Em. It means sleep. You and me in bed. It means sex.”
“Is that all I’m good for, Liam?”
I smiled at her. “Hey, Em. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said. She pushed away from me. “Going to give me breakfast in bed?”
“If I do that, the food will get cold.”
Emily pointed down between my legs. “Get him calmed down until I get something to eat.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“You like saying that, don’t you?”
“I do. I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I’ve loved you…”
I trailed off and Emily laughed at me.
There were still some things we had to talk about.
We’d get there in time.
Right now, I just wanted to watch her walk back to the bedroom so I could finish making her breakfast. Steal every second of her time she was willing to give.
And keep telling her I loved her.
Emily stood at the bathroom sink with a toothbrush in her mouth. She pulled her hair back and quickly wrapped a hair tie around her hair a few times. Whatever it looked like, that was her hairstyle for the day.
Yeah, I loved that about her too.
She wore a white t-shirt (not mine) and panties (also not mine - haha).
I leaned against the doorway to the bathroom and when she looked at me in the mirror, she took the toothbrush from her mouth and spit.
“What?” she asked.
“I like this,” I said. “Being comfortable near each other like this.”
“I’m brushing my teeth.”
“It’s turning me on.”
“Here I thought you were some tough business guy, able to control yourself,” she said. “You’re just some horny guy, aren’t you?”
“Horny for you, babe.”
“Well, since you refuse to leave my apartment, you’re going to have to deal with this kind of stuff…”
“Fair enough. You’re going to have to deal with certain stuff too.”
“Like what?” Emily asked.
She went back to brushing her teeth.
I pushed from the doorway and moved closer to her.
My hands touched the lines of her panties as they squeezed against her ass.
Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.
Her cheeks slowly turned red.
When my fingertips touched the top of her panties, I gently pulled them down.
She opened her legs and shivered.
I helped her step out of her panties and as I stood up, I pushed my pants down.
No boxers meant my cock hung free, already throbbing, already thickening.
My right hand touched the back of her right leg and moved between her legs, feeling her ever growing warmth.
As my fingertips felt fresh dampness, my left hand stroked my cock fully to life with one hard stroke.
I closed in on Emily and gently slapped my hard cock against her ass.
Her hands grabbed the sides of the bathroom sink. The toothbrush still in her mouth.
“I don’t think it’s so bad, do you?” I whispered.
She shook her head.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Em. Even when you’re brushing your teeth.”
I moved my right hand from between her legs to her inner thigh and opened her legs more. I bent my knees and my cock slid down her ass, seeking her perfect slit.
Her warmth comforted me.
And with one hard thrust, her body did the same.
I looked in the mirror at her face as she felt every thick inch of me inside her.
My hands grabbed her hips and pulled, making sure she was in the right position to keep feeling all of me.
She groaned and her toothbrush fell out of her mouth and into the sink.
She then thrust back.
Wanting more.
I had plenty to give.
Good. Fucking. Morning.
We walked next to each other, bumping shoulders, sex screaming all around us.
We were laughing, flirting, looking at each other, both wondering when we were going to be able to just jump at each other again.
Emily knocked on Miss Crabapple’s door.
I stepped back.
This was Emily. The amazingness of her heart.
Giving food to the homeless when she could. Doing all she could to help a woman dying of cancer. And she told me about that other girl - Buzzy. See, with Emily, she never figured out the line between giving and giving too much. But she was getting there. Her heart was too perfect to just stop caring like this.
Miss Crabapple opened the door and looked at me.
She touched her hair.
“Did you bring him for me?” Miss Crabapple asked. “I would have done my hair.”
“No, he’s all mine,” Emily said in a defiant voice.
That made me smile.
I’m all hers, huh?
“We brought you breakfast,” Emily said. “Liam cooked it.”
“Naked?” Miss Crabapple asked.
“Shirtless,” I said.
“You can’t deliver it shirtless?” Miss Crabapple asked.
“Next time,” I said with a wink.
“Do you need anything?” Emily asked.
“Just a little between the sheets time with your boyfriend,” Miss Crabapple said.
“What did you put in your coffee this morning?” Emily asked.
“And can I have some?” I asked.
“Only if I can have some first,” Miss Crabapple said.
I started to laugh.
She laughed.
Emily eventually laughed.
They hugged and Miss Crabapple shut the door.
Emily turned and looked at me. “Look what you do to women.”
“It’s not me,” I said.
“I’ve never heard her talk that wild before.”
“And think about it… I could have any woman I want and I choose you.”
Emily threw her hand out. “Hell no. I don’t play that game. You want me? I’m here. You want to throw it in my face that other women want to fuck you? Go fuck yourself.”
I moved her hand and scooped her up and kissed her. “I love when you stand up for yourself, Em.”
“This thing between us is…”
“I know,” I said. “There’s a few details here and there to work out. But I like telling you I love you and I like fucking you.”
“That’s good enough for now.”
“Not for forever?”
“Let me think about it.”
“I’ve waited this long, Em… I can keep waiting…”
She bit her lip and shut her eyes.
I kissed her forehead and put her back on her feet.
She smiled.
I’m suddenly starting to really think about the word ‘forever’ and what it meant with Emily…
“I don’t even have to ask,” Jackson said.
I managed to get somewhat of a decent lifting session in before Jackson started up on me.
To my right, Cole wiped his face with a towel.
He put his head back and took a deep breath.
“Just tell him everything, Liam,” Cole said.
“No need,” Jackson said. “I see it on his face and in his eyes. I know everything about you assholes. I can read you. That’s my gift, remember? Reading people.”
“Go read Cole,” I said. “He’s living the dream life.”
Cole grinned. “Just a little.”
“Bullshit over there,” Jackson said.
“Leave me out of your conversation,” Cole said.
“Whoa, what’s going on with you?” I asked.
“The boss man is facing some stiff temptation at the office,” Jackson said.
Cole shook his head. “Nobody can ever talk to you, can they?”
“I just speak the truth,” Jackson said.
“The truth,” Lincoln said as he walked toward us. “I want to hear the truth about you and Miranda, Liam.”
“I told you what happened.”
“She really sent the ring back?” Lincoln asked.
“She did.”
“Fuck yes,” Jackson said. “Leave her ass in Boston to pawk the caw…”
“Don’t try to do any accents, ever,” Cole said.
“And what accent are you doing now?” Jackson asked. “The boss who doesn’t want to bend the new secretary over his desk?”
“You want to get me in trouble here?” Cole asked. “Stop talking like that.”
“Relax,” I said. “Everything is kind of perfect right now.”
“Sure it is,” Jackson said. He grabbed my shoulder. “You’re getting solid pussy now.”
I slowly looked at him. “If you ever call Emily solid pussy again… or even mention her…”
Lincoln laughed in his deep voice. “Oh, man. You’re in love, Liam.”
“He always has been,” Jackson said.
“Can’t deny that,” Cole threw in.
“Whatever,” I said. “I’m happy. Fuck it.”
“You should have waited,” Lincoln said. “You could have come to my brother’s wedding. My future sister-in-law has some wild, hot friends. I’m looking through that guest list shaking my head. I might have to start early.”
“Early?” Cole asked.
Lincoln was rugged and tough. He almost had a cowboy look about him.
He grinned. “I’m thinking of starting near the bachelorette party. And see how many I can enjoy.”
“My man,” Jackson said. “Fuck, did Callie screw up my life with her perfect body and making me fall in love with her.”
“You sure you don’t want to join me, Liam?” Lincoln asked.
“Maybe you should,” Cole said.
“Why don’t you?” I asked Cole. “You’re the big, bad boss man now, right? You’ve got more money than all of us combined. You’re running your own company. You call all the shots. You can make the bridesmaids sign NDAs…”