Twirling her dark mane of hair around her finger. Cass uncrosses her legs and points them in my direction, making sure I know she’s not wearing any underwear underneath her tight dress.
“Look Liam, I’ve changed. I’m not who I was then. I was generally interested in just seeing an old friend.”
Changed? Her? No fucking way.
Who is she trying to kid?
Everything about her tells me she hasn’t changed one little bit. She’s still the tramp who follows bands around to try and grab herself a rocker. I push up, placing a hand on the back of Cass’s stool so I can lean in close to whisper in her ear.
“Let’s get one thing straight shall we-” I’m stopped in my tracks, when I look up and standing in the doorway is Mel.
Shit.
This isn’t going to end very well, especially when Connor hears about this. The saying ‘It’s not what it looks like’ springs to mind. How do I explain this one to her, that’s if she’ll even speak to me?
All she sees is woman, after woman, with me, she clearly already thinks I’m some kind of man whore.
I only have myself to blame.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Melissa
I’m a sucker for punishment.
Here’s me thinking that I had made a mistake by not hearing Liam out, then I come down to the bar and find him draped all over a leggy brunette.
Will I ever learn?
I try my hardest to keep the tears at bay when I see them together, but the minute he spots me standing in the doorway they start to silently leak from my eyes. He pulls himself away from whoever she is as if she’s stung him, sensing his intent I turn around and run. If he can’t find me then he can’t try and worm his way back in. My earlier resolve to keep away from him cements into my soul that little bit more. I even thought that if he knew my last secret that it would change him, but it looks like I was sadly mistaken… yet again. There’s no changing a man like him, he is who he is. He’s not cut out to be a parent, let alone a single parent. Bethany deserves so much more than him, especially after everything she’s been through.
I push through the heavy doors of the hotel, totally forgetting the scum on the other side. Camera flashes go off in my face, my name is called and microphones of shoved at me.
“What’s Connor like to work for?”
“Has there been any talk of Karina’s father?”
These are just a few of the questions I’m bombarded with.
I cover my face with my hands as I try to fight my way through them. Which is almost impossible as they are starting to close in on me, so much so I start to feel claustrophobic. As I think I’m about to have a panic attack, I’m suddenly grabbed from around the waist and lifted into the air, before I know it I’m upside down and all I can hear is.
“Liam.”
“Liam, over here.”
“Are you and Melissa a couple?”
What the hell? How do they know who I am? I’m just the nanny for god sake, a glorified babysitter. I’m no one special.
“Come on Duchess, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.” Without further ado, I’m carried back through the crowd with Liam telling all the reporters to fuck off and do one.
Out of nowhere and from my upside-down position, I see Vin come barrelling towards us before he gives the reporters a piece of his mind. If they had any sense they wouldn’t piss him off, the guy has got to be at least six feet four, all the way around as well as in height. He’s built like a brick wall. When he’s finished giving a round of fucks to them all, he guides Liam back into the hotel and back to safety, away from the vultures.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest as Liam slides me down his body and back onto my own two feet, right in the middle of the hotel reception. Our eyes instantly lock onto each other, neither one of us backing down first. The sexual tension between us is so thick, even a butcher’s knife couldn’t cut through it. We’re both panting, our breaths are mingling as one, yet we still don’t say a word to each other. I want to run, only my legs won’t move they are rooted to the spot in front of him.
Something in my gut is telling me this is where I should be in this moment. Then, like a greyhound on steroids, he takes a hold of my hand and starts running through the hotel racing toward the lifts, with me in tow, trying my best to stay on my feet, may I add. As if luck is on our side, the lift doors are opening as we approach with an elderly couple stepping out. Ever the gentlemen, Liam gives them a swift ‘hello’ and a nod of his head at the same time dragging me behind him. Pressing the button for the floor the guys have taken over whilst they are here, we start to descend upwards. We don’t make it very far, when Liam presses the emergency stop button and has me, his arms around my waist and shoved up against the glass wall.
“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to let me. No more running from me Duchess. You okay with that?”
Oh wow.
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, I’m too shocked to answer him, I just stand there mute and nod. The next thing I know my jeans and knickers are stripped from me and he’s plunging straight into me, making me gasp for breath. My legs instantly wrapping around his waist, as if they know they belong there.
“This is where we both belong, connected to one another. With nothing between us,” he pants out, on another deep thrust into me.
My inner muscles clench around him, as I tuck my head into the crook of his shoulder, trying my hardest not to scream at the top of my lungs. If anyone caught us, I’m pretty sure we would be arrested for indecent exposure.
“Fuck, Liam. Oh my god, yes.”
He takes my body hostage as he holds me against the glass with his rough plunging hips and one arm, leaving his free hand to roam over the top half of my body. Pushing up my tank top he exposes my bra encased boobs, which causes him to inhale sharply.
“Mmm, silk covered tits. My favourite, that of course is after naked ones.”
We both chuckle, which causes me to tighten my grip on his dick.
“Holy shit, that felt amazing. You woman are going to be the death of me.”
He then sucks the life out of my right boob, at the same time we continue to fuck the brains out of each other.
When we’ve both finally had what I can only describe as the best orgasm of my life, he unwraps my jelly like legs from his waist before leaning forward and placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose. All the adrenaline from what happened outside as ebbed away, leaving us back to where we were before all that happened.
The silence between us isn’t uncomfortable, but regret is now starting to take up residence in my brain. I’m still standing in the lift with no jeans or knickers on.
How could I let that happen… again?
You stupid cow, Mel.
He fucked someone else only a few hours ago.
My parents would kill me if they knew what I had done; not once, but twice now, not to mention what Stephanie would think of me. Then, as if my sister is in this lift with us, the back of my neck prickles and my way of keeping her close to me at all times starts to itch. On instinct I raise my hand and rub the area. Out the corner of my eye, I see Liam tucking himself back into his jeans and watching me. I know he’s going to start asking questions, I can see them swimming around in his eyes. It’s now time I pulled up my Bridget Jones knickers and talk to him, like he said before; no more running.
“Liam, I need to talk to you, and I can see you have things to ask me too,” I whisper. Feeling uncomfortable at my nakedness, I make a fast grab for my clothes, and once I’ve pulled my knickers and jeans up, I finally look up at him. “But can we not do it in the lift please?”
“Okay. Do you want to go to my room or yours?”
I’m glad he’s actually asked me, instead of demanding I go to his. I know Allie and Connor will be in ours trying to sort Syren out so I opt to go to Liam’s, I know Max will already be out and about.
“Yours is fine.” Then I hit the st
op button and we’re on the move again. Straightening out my hair and t-shirt, so nobody knows what just happened in here only moments ago. After that we take the rest of the journey to our floor in utter silence.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Liam
Fucking her in the lift was not how I envisioned us ending up.
Hell, fucking her at all was not even on my radar, but when I saw her turn and leave the bar, I knew I had to go after her and make her listen to me once and for all. What I saw when I came to a skidding halt in the hotel reception made me feel physically sick - she was being hounded by the twats outside. They just wanted their money shot of one of us, or something juicy they could print in their newspapers.
To them she’s new blood, they would’ve slaughtered her if she’d been left out there. Not giving it a second thought, my head telling me she needed me to save her, I pushed through the doors and just took a hold of her, the lights from their cameras, making me squint. When Vin came out to help us, I couldn’t have been more grateful.
The moment I slid her down my body and our eyes locked, it was game over for me. I had to have her, consequences be damned.
Being inside her didn’t feel wrong or dirty, it felt like we were meant to be together. I’ve never felt this way with another person… not even Steph. That on its own should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. As I was tucking myself back into my jeans, I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. Even after hot and sweaty sex, she still looked gorgeous. When her body shivered and her hand raised to the back of her neck, I knew she was starting to regret what we had just done. So I did what anybody in my situation would do, I pleaded with her. I didn’t plead with words, but let my eyes do all the talking for me.
Finally reaching my hotel room door, I take a quick glance over my shoulder at her, she’s nervous I can tell, which in turn is making me nervous. I swipe the key card and wait for the light to turn green, when it does I push the door open, moving to the side so she can squeeze past me.
“Max… you here?” I shout out, waiting for a few seconds for any reply. There is none, he’s out.
Shutting the door, I throw my key card, wallet and phone on the unit just off to the side of the door. Turning around I see she’s already made her way into the living area and plonked herself down on the big leather sofa.
“So, what was it you wanted to talk about?” I ask her out right, no point in wasting time, all the while rubbing at the sweat that’s forming on the back of my neck.
“It seems silly now when I think about it. You’re probably thinking the worst.” She starts to rub her hands up and down her arms.
Well, I wasn’t, but I am now.
“I just feel like I should tell you something so there are no surprises… that’s all. You see, the thing is… when Steph died…. I left a lot behind, a lot that will need explaining. Stuff you will need to know, but only when the time's right.”
What is she talking about, she had me confused at ‘left behind,’ does she mean like a will or something? I’d completely understand if I had nothing from that, I wouldn’t expect it anyway. So she’s got nothing to worry about, if that’s what’s got her all worked up.
“Look Mel, I think I understand where you’re going with this, but you have nothing to worry about. I can reassure you, I was not expecting Steph to leave me anything in her will, so you have nothing to worry about. Okay?”
The look on her face tells me I’ve gotten this all wrong, jeez I hope I haven’t put my foot in it.
“What do you mean her will? Liam that was sorted out ages ago, most of the stuff went to Be-” She stops herself, cuts herself short.
“Who?”
“My parents, I meant both my parents… and that’s not what I was on about.” She places her head in her hands.
Huffing and puffing, she stands from the sofa and starts to pace the floor.
“When Steph died, a part of me died too. She was my big sister, the one who always promised she would be there for me. We did almost everything together, we told each other everything. Present company not included, she always kept you two private. Anyway, I just knew when she was gone, I had to keep her with me somehow. I couldn’t just let her go that easy. I had to wait until I was eighteen to get it done, but when I did finally have it, it was like she wasn’t really gone and she would always be with me to protect me.”
Turning away from me, she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head and I know what’s coming, I saw a glimpse of it earlier. Dragging her hair over one shoulder, it’s then I see the full thing. Starting at her hairline and going down her neck, ending at the base is a row of stars, all in different sizes. Then along the bottom of them, she has a bunch of other stars running horizontally, again, they are all different sizes but in the middle of that pattern is one big star that stands out amongst the rest. The whole of the tattoo is black, no colour whatsoever. I don’t think it was needed.
There’s got to be at least thirty to forty stars tattooed across the middle of her back, some whole inked in black and some just the outline of the stars. Some that small they just look like black dots, but they’re not, they’re the tiniest star ever. It’s amazing, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on a woman’s body before, that and the fact it’s on Melissa’s body helps. Steph never wanted tattoo’s when we used to speak about it, she said she didn’t like the look of them on older people, OAP’s, her words not mine. That eventually when the skin wrinkles and the ink fades what are you left with a mess, nothing more, nothing less.
I thought she was wrong, but I never told her that, most people nowadays who have tattoos have them for one reason, because they mean something to them. I think if it’s for someone to remember a person by, then why not. Also, it’s their body and they can do with it what they like. Each to their own and all that I say, who am I to criticise, I’m covered in them now. Realising I haven’t said anything to her yet and she hasn’t turned around either, I shake my head free from my reminiscing and cough.
I slowly make my way over to her. With my hand now on her shoulder, I very gently start to trail the tip of my finger from her shoulder to the middle of her neck. This causes the top half of her body to break out in goose bumps, and for her to gasp for breath. Okay, maybe it’s not just her top half of her body to be affected by me. I’m spurred on knowing my simple touch has her body reacting. I follow the trail of stars all the way down until I reach the end in between her shoulder blades. Removing my finger I replace it with my lips. Now kissing her skin and working my way back up towards her neck, where I continue kissing for a few more seconds before I brush her hair back around and find her ear and blow just the once, before I whisper.
“It's beautiful. You're beautiful Melissa. Steph would’ve loved it.”
I see one single tear fall down her cheek as she silently sobs for her sister, it kills me to see her like this but from what I’m seeing, she needs this. She’s been so strong, for so long she hasn’t given herself the time to grieve.
“I miss her everyday Liam, there isn’t a day that I don’t think about her. Now, with what we’ve done and the feelings I’m starting to have, it makes me feel guilty and that scares me,” she admits. “You were her everything, this was never supposed to happen.” She waves her hand about indicating the pair of us.
Taking her by the shoulders, I turn her around to face me. Her perfect tits are a massive distraction, but now is not the time to be getting an erection. I take her slumped head in my hands, gently lifting it so I can see her mesmerising green eyes. Eyes that have a way of sucking you in and keeping you there.
“Don’t feel guilty Duchess, everybody deserves a second chance in life. This is ours. I know I’ve fucked up, but I think if we really want to, we can make this work. I’ll even come with you to tell your parents about us, that’s if you put up with me for that long.”
The last bit of my speech makes her laugh and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. She may be Steph’s sister, but I’m
starting to learn that she’s so much more than that, she’s mine.
Right here and now in this moment, I’ve never felt so happy, content even. You’d think after mine and Melissa’s talk like last night that we’d fuck like wild beasts, well let me tell you, we didn’t. I slowly stripped her out of the rest of her clothes before removing my own, and then I carried her to my bed and just lay there with her in my arms. We talked about everything and anything, finally both of us giving into sleep just as the sun was coming up.
I’m dying to go for a piss, but I can’t bring myself to move her from where she’s lying on my chest. She looks so peaceful, it’s like she’s had a weight lifted from her shoulders. That I’ve finally made her see that us being together isn’t all that bad.
Ignoring my need to go to the toilet, like some weirdo I continue to lie with her and watch her sleep. Don’t judge me, you’d do the same if you were in my position. The sun is beaming through the slit in the curtains, at the same time it’s casting a glow over her beautiful body that’s only covered from the waist down with a thin sheet. My dick starts to twitch, as I fight with myself to let her stay asleep. I’d love nothing more than to bury myself in her right now, but last night wasn’t just emotionally draining for her, it was physically draining.
“Oi, twatbag. Open this door now before I break it down.”
Oh wow, perfect timing, there’s nothing like Connor shouting through your door to kill a semi. Sliding myself to the left, I try to detach myself from Mel without waking her before rolling her onto her own pillow. When I’ve successfully completed that mission, I hop about the bedroom, pulling on my boxers before Connor shouts again and succeeds in waking her up.
Opening the door to him, I don’t get a chance to say anything before he’s in my face pointing his finger.
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