by LeAnn Ashers
He rolls his eyes at me, turns around, and stalks to my closet.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Liam?” I ask him, pretending to be mad.
He laughs and comes out of the closet with a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a jacket, and my muck boots. He puts the stuff on the bed by me, and he grabs the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head.
Is he really doing what I think he is right now?
He throws my shirt in the laundry basket by the door; then he bends down and picks my bra up off the ground. He puts the bra on way too easily and grins when I look down in astonishment.
“Baby, I have been tearing that thing off of you for the past week, over and over.” He smirks, looking way too pleased with himself.
I blush and cover my face. He is correct; we have been playing and experimenting a lot. I finally went down on him, and I was thoroughly terrified. I had to ask him what to do, and he walked me through it. I was embarrassed because I was so clueless.
He thought it was the cutest thing in the world, of course
Ugh, men. Fuck my life.
Right now he is being the cutest thing alive. He pulls my shirt over my head, and I smile at him. He shakes his head and pulls my jeans over my feet and up to my thighs. Then he wraps an arm around my back, lifts me, and pulls them over my ass, which is a hard feat, mind you, since it’s not the smallest thing in the world.
He sets me back down on the bed then walks into the bathroom and comes out with a hairbrush.
“You’re the sweetest person on earth.”
He glares at me and pulls me to the edge of the bed, and I cross my legs, letting him brush my hair.
“I am not sweet,” he grumbles.
I laugh. “Well, you are to me.”
The hairbrush stops. “Of course I am, Baby, you’re my woman and you deserve to be handed the fucking world.”
Be still my heart, I just can’t with this person.
“Liam,” I choke out, my eyes filled with tears and my throat tight.
The hairbrush stops once more. “You better not be fucking crying, you know what I said about that shit.” He tosses the brush on the bed and smacks the side of my ass, drying my tears right up.
“Ouch.” I rub the side of my ass.
“Want me to kiss it better?” His eyes darken, looking right at my pussy. I push his chest, getting up. “We both know if you do that we won’t go fishing today.”
I start to walk past him, and he pulls me close and kisses me hard, his hand landing on my ass once again.
I retaliate. I run my hand up his leg and grab his balls. He jumps and pulls away, looking shocked.
I run into the bathroom, laughing my ass off at the sight of his face.
I laugh at the sight of his face again when I catch another fish. This makes my twentieth fish, and he has gotten three. He is pouting at the front of the boat.
“Aww, Baby, you can have this one,” I tell him.
He glares at me and turns around, giving me his back. That isn’t a bad view, mind you.
The boat is tied up at a dock. “How about I go on down the water’s edge a bit.”
He doesn’t say a word and I laugh again. I grab my fishing pole and step off the boat. I walk down the stream, still in sight of the boat but far enough away that I won’t interfere with Liam.
He nods his approval. The cartel is still a problem, even though they are being quiet lately.
I take out my phone and set my fishing pole down
A little while later, I hear someone walking behind me, and I turn around to see a man carrying the biggest fish. I smile as an idea forms.
“Psst,” I say to the man.
He is an older man, probably sixty or so. “Hello, little lady.”
“Can I ask you for a favor?”
Liam
“Liam!” Paisley yells, and I look down to see her holding a massive fucking fish.
I don’t fucking believe this shit! She’s caught every damn fish in this lake today, and now she caught a fish that is almost as big as she is.
I set my fishing pole down and walk off the boat to help her with the fish. Once I reach her, she is grinning ear-to-ear.
Little shit.
“Look!” she says, excited.
“Happy for you, Baby.” I grunt. Why the fuck is she catching everything? She laughs loudly, and an old man walks over. Laughing, he takes the fish from her.
She fucking played me.
She laughs harder at the sight of my face, and the old man is almost lying on the ground. I bend down and toss her over my shoulder, and she pinches my ass.
I walk over to the edge of the dock. “Liam, you better—”
She doesn’t get to finish what she was trying to say. I toss her into the water, and she pops up, laughing. “I was hot anyway. Thanks, Baby.”
Such a little shit.
Paisley
He bends down and holds out his arms. I slip my hands in his, and he pulls me out of the water. I shiver in the colder air; it’s just in the seventies today, definitely not swimming weather.
“Fuck.” He pulls me hard into his side, walking me toward the boat. He helps me inside and starts pulling clothes and blankets out of the compartments under the seat.
“Change. I will hold the blanket up for you so nobody can fucking see you.” He lifts the blanket, but not far enough so he can’t watch me change.
I arch an eyebrow, and he smiles and watches me strip out of my clothes. I pull my jeans down, and my phone hits the bottom of the boat.
“You’re lucky it’s water resistant,” I tell him, and I bend down to make sure that it’s okay and, luckily, it turns on just fine.
I see a text from Vanessa telling me she is nervous about her date tonight with Tyler. An idea forms, and I smile and delete the text so Liam doesn’t see it.
Tonight we are having date night.
I talked Liam into going to dinner with me. We are seated a few booths away from…what do you know! Vanessa and Tyler are on a date tonight.
Liam looks at them and at me, thoroughly amused. “I forgot they were meeting tonight.” I shrug while I sneak past Tyler. Vanessa isn’t here yet.
Tyler looks up and laughs when he sees us. I hide my face in Liam’s chest, trying to control my laughter. Liam pushes me into the booth and settles down beside me.
I notice that he chose the seat facing them; he is nosy too. “You’re worried about her.”
I look at Liam, nodding. I am worried about her. She doesn’t date and, honestly, she is kind of scared of men. She’s had a really rough go of it, and I want her to be happy.
“What happened?”
I look at the menu, saddened by thoughts of what she has dealt with in her life. “It’s not my story to tell, but she’s had a rough go of it. A really bad childhood.”
He shakes his head angrily.
“I just want her to be happy. I think Tyler would be perfect for her.”
He laughs and kisses the side of my head, and I lay my head against his shoulder. Vanessa walks into the restaurant. I told her his booth number, which is why he got there early.
They still don’t know what each other looks like. Vanessa has long dark brown hair that reaches her butt, beautiful brown eyes, and freckles covering her nose and the tops of her cheekbones. She stops staring at the back of Tyler’s head, and I can see that she wants to turn around and run back out. She clenches her hands together and walks over to the booth, stopping at the end of the table.
Tyler looks up at her and his mouth falls open, staring at her in awe.
I cover my mouth trying to stop my laughter. Liam presses his lips against my temple, trying to hide his laughter.
Tyler stands up and leans on the table like he can barely stand. He says something and helps her into her seat.
How cute.
I sigh and watch them. I am such a hopeless romantic.
“Come on, Baby, let’s sneak out and we can grab some burgers.”
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sp; I nod. I just wanted to make sure she is okay. We walk out of the restaurant, and I look through the window to see her grinning ear-to-ear. I want her to be happy; she has been my best friend for years.
Tyler is staring at her like she is a freaking goddess and he can’t believe she is sitting in front of him right now.
How cute is this!
“Paisley!” someone yells for me.
I turn around to see the very guy who asked me out a month before Liam got home. He works in the hospital as a security guard. Liam wraps his arm around my waist, his grip tight, on edge. I lay my hand on his chest.
The guy walks over, completely ignoring Liam. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.” He smiles happily, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He could be a good guy, but something about him just doesn’t sit right with me. Plus, even if he were the greatest guy in the world, it wouldn’t matter because he is not my Liam.
“I’ve been okay, been pretty busy,” I tell him. I rub Liam’s chest, hoping he will get the hint.
His eyes go to my hand resting on Liam’s chest, but he doesn’t look at Liam. He just looks at me. This guy either has the biggest pair in the world or plain dumb. I am going with the latter.
“Have you changed your mind about going out?” he asks with a hopeful smile on his face.
Liam laughs loudly, and the guy finally looks at him. His face turns pale, and I look at Liam and see exactly what I expected. He is pissed. It’s honestly a huge slap in the face for a guy to approach me in front of my man; it’s disrespectful.
He steps back, his hands up. “I didn’t know.”
“Run,” Liam growls.
He turns around and flat-out sprints across the parking lot. Liam laughs loudly and I laugh right along with him.
“The guy was so fucking enraptured with you, he didn’t see me until the end.” Liam chuckles under his breath, helping me climb into the truck.
He will get over it. “He knows I am taken now.” I wink and put on my seatbelt.
Liam wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “That’s fucking right, you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” He kisses me and I twist his shirt in my hands, pulling him closer.
A fingertip touches my inner thigh, and I suck on his lip. My body tenses, waiting for what he is going to do,
His finger stops an inch from my pussy, and I am throbbing with need at this point. “When we get home.” He growls, kissing me one last time, and slams the door shut.
I lean against the headrest, looking at the ceiling. If I already want him this badly, just imagine what it is going to be like once we have sex. I kind of hope that is soon. On one hand, it may be too soon but, on the other hand, I have known him since I was sixteen years old and I have wanted him all these years.
I want him and I know he wants me. There is no doubt in my mind that we will be together forever. Some things in life are just meant to be.
He climbs into the truck, the vehicle roaring to life. A shit ton of motorcycles pulls up in the parking lot. The Grim Sinners MC. I see Lane, Wilder, Derek, and a bunch of others running toward the grocery store.
“What the heck is going on?” I ask Liam. He turns the truck off and takes out his phone. My guess is that he’s calling Lane.
He is on the phone for a minute or so. “One of the original members got jumped in the grocery store by one of the cartel members.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he is fine—just a few bruises. The original beat his ass.” He laughs and starts the truck again. “They don’t need my help, and I don’t want to expose you to the cartel guys.”
He drives out of the parking lot, and I roll down my window and wave to Wilder, who is standing at his bike. I guess the cartel is just hanging around. I don’t like them staying silent like they are waiting to attack.
Two places I do feel safe are my house and the club. My house has steel walls that will fall down to cover the house if needed, and you can’t get in unless I let you in.
We arrive home a little bit later, after stopping to get some food. As I walk into the house, my phone starts ringing.
“Hello?”
“Hey!” Vanessa whispers into the phone, and I can hear her excitement.
“How was your date?”
Liam strips naked right in front of me, changing into sweats.
Fuck me.
“It’s going fabulous, I ran to the bathroom to call you and say thank you. He is hot.” She laughs and I hear the water turn on in the background.
“I am so glad you are having a good time!” I tell her. Liam winks at me before walking into the bathroom, his bubble butt out for the world to see.
“I got to go.”
“Bye! Have a good time.” I hang up the phone and toss it on the counter. Liam walks back into the room, still stark naked.
My eyes immediately go to his dick. He clears his throat and I look up. I blush at the smirk on his face. He walks over, grabs the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head.
I smile at him, laying my hand on his chest. He rests his hand on my jawbone, kissing my forehead. “Liam.” I close my eyes, enjoying his presence.
At moments like these, I am taken aback that I have him in my life. Sometimes I just have to take a moment to gather myself.
He kisses my forehead, my cheekbones and, finally, my lips. I shiver and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He grabs my ass and lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He bends down with me still in his arms, the bed pressing against my back.
He pulls back and unbuttons my pants, pulling them down my legs right along with my panties. He looks down at me, and I shiver at the heated look on his face. Dear god, this man may kill me. He lifts me off the bed and lays me on his chest. “Ride my face.”
Wait, what?
“Liam…” I start to argue, but he smirks, lifts me once more, and settles me over his face. I throw my head back at the amazing feeling, and I grip the headboard. Fingers are buried into my ass cheeks, and he pushes my hips with the movement of his tongue.
My legs are shaking by his head. I am ready to go off at any second. He sits up with me in his arms. I grab the back of his head, and my legs tighten over his shoulders.
His head shakes and I fall over the edge, and I shake so hard I lose my hold on him and start to fall back. I am laid back gently on the bed, and he runs his hands down my body. I want to hold him. I reach up and pull him down so I am cuddling with him.
When do I want to have sex? I feel like it’s time because, although I don’t want to admit it out loud yet, I do love him. Liam has been my heart for many years. Our finally being together is full proof that I love him, and I love him more each day. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.
At the moment he is staring down at my face, running his fingers through my hair so tenderly that there is not a doubt in my mind he loves me too.
“I want you,” I whisper and I stiffen, awaiting his answer. Why did I just blurt it out like that? His hand stops in my hair and he stares down at me, his eyes searching my face, and it’s my guess is that he is wondering if I am serious.
“Baby, are you sure?” His hand drops from my hair to my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.
I twine our fingers together and kiss the back of his hand. “I want you, Liam. It’s time.”
He smiles beautifully and kisses me deeply, full of passion. He drags his hand down my body and between my legs, his thumb pressed into my clit. I am extra sensitive since my orgasm, and I moan and dig my nails into his back. He kisses me with everything in him. It’s like he is trying to pour everything he is feeling into it. He brings me to the brink once again, but he stops when I am about to come. My breathing is ragged and my body stiffens. He brings me to the top of the bed, my head resting on my pillow. He settles between my legs, and I let out a deep breath, feeling nervous because this is a huge deal. It’s a bigger deal because it’s with him.
“Love, are you sure?” he as
ks me once more.
I nod my head immediately. “I am sure. I want you, my Liam.”
He smiles and presses his forehead against mine, his elbows braced on either side of my head.
I know this is also a big deal for Liam—this is his first time too. We met when he was seventeen and I was sixteen, and we made a commitment to each other. We have only wanted each other, and we’ve never dated or thought about anyone else.
This is a special moment that will be with us forever.
I run my hands down his back. “You okay with this too, Liam?”
He grins and kisses me. “Baby, I was ready years ago.”
I laugh loudly and he lowers his head. I feel his dick at my entrance. I am on birth control and have been since I was thirteen and my periods was unbearable.
Liam isn’t a small guy. “Relax, Baby.” He rubs my hips, and I lie back into the pillow and relax my body. He slowly starts pressing into me, staring at my face the whole time, and I wince at the feeling of being stretched.
His hand leaves my hips and goes to my clit, his thumb pressing down and circling. I tilt my hips, and he presses into it a little more and sinks in even more. He stops and looks at me and I nod, so he presses forward until I’ve taken him all the way up to the hilt.
Fuck me. I hide my face in the pillow. I am sure it’s not painful for a lot of girls but, mind you, Liam is not a small guy—and when I say he is not small, I mean he is a good eight inches or more and thick.
“Fuck, Paisley, it’s killing me that you’re hurting,” he says harshly and I hear a sound. I look up to see that he has punched the headboard, leaving a dent.
I look at him, his eyes lock on mine, and his face twists in pure horror at the sight of my tears. “Fuck, Baby, I am so sorry.” He wipes my tears. He leans forward, his elbows on either side of my face, and kisses my cheek.
“I am okay, Liam, you’re not a small guy.” I smack his hip and he laughs.
“Now is not the fucking time to inflate my ego.”
I laugh harder, he tilts his hips, and I am surprised at how good it feels. “I am good to go.”