“What the hell happened last night, L? You and Mel are all over this morning's newspapers. I swear to god if you’ve fucked up again, it won’t just be your face I batter. That dick of yours will be chopped off, stuffed in a jar and used in labs for experiments.” His face is getting redder by the second, it’s actually rather funny to watch.
Sidestepping him, I go into the living area of the suite and park my arse on the plush sofa before saying anything to him. Like I knew he would he follows me yet stays standing with his hands on his hips.
Fuck me, it’s like being back at fucking school.
“Good morning to you too beautiful, have you ever heard of knocking quietly instead of using that hole in your face?”
I’m joking with him, but the look he’s giving me tells me he doesn’t find it funny.
“This isn’t a laughing matter, L. What happened? And where is she? She wasn’t in her room when we woke up, Syren missed her at breakfast.”
“I’m here.”
We both turn to the doorway and see her standing there, leaning against the door frame with her ankles crossed.. She’s got my t-shirt on; her hair is a wild red curly mess and her eyes are glistening. Shit, that semi Connor killed is coming back full force now.
Down boy. I secretly tell it.
Looking at me with hunger in her eyes, I can tell she wished Connor wasn’t in my suite, but he’s still her boss and the end of the day she still has a job to do, he needs to know what’s going on.
Padding her way across to the sofa, she situates herself on my knee. Making it clear to him what’s going on, and that I haven’t fucked up… again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Melissa
Last night ended up being one of the best nights of my life.
It’s only because I’m a coward and I backed out of telling him everything, instead the second his fingertip traced my tattoo my resolve to put it all out there crumbled away. Liam has this way of making me forget who I am, what I’ve been through. He isn’t the teenager that used to knock on my door for my sister anymore. He’s made me see that he’s all man and he wants us to work. Steph got teenager Liam, I’m getting the grown-up version of him, a man now, and it’s so much better. I know I have to tell him about Bethany eventually, but how do you tell the man you’ve fallen in love with ‘Oh, by the way, you have an eight-year-old daughter.’ Yeah that’s not going to go down well at all.
I pretended to sleep, loving that Liam was staring at me in the darkness and had been for a while. Knowing his eyes were on me and he that he was trying not to disturb me, despite his own restlessness, cracked open my heart that little bit more. When I heard Connor shouting through the door, I could have admitted I was awake, but the boys needed time to talk so I let Liam manoeuvre me to the other side of his bed. Hearing Connor mention Liam's dick, a glass jar and a laboratory did make me chuckle - but only slightly, I liked that dick. Then the minute he started ranting on, I knew I had to get up and talk to him. This wasn’t just Liam’s battle anymore, it was mine too, and if I wanted to keep my job, I had to face my boss.
“I’m here,” I say, when Connor asks where I am.
They both turn to look at me standing there, that’s when I start to drool. Liam is sitting there in just his boxers; all his tattoos are on show, his hair looks like he’s had his fingers in the plug socket, but to me, he’s never looked sexier. ‘The morning look’ really suits him.
I make my way over to the sofa, then plonk my arse on his knee, making my intention to Connor very clear, at the same time I’m claiming my man in front of his best friend.
“Good Morning, Fuckers,” Max announces, as he slams the suite door shut. “About fucking time, you sorted your shit out. This makes Maxy very happy.” He saunters off in the direction of the bathroom, but Liam stops him in his tracks.
“Are you just getting back?” he asks Max.
“Erm, oh yeah. I hooked up with this leggy blonde I met in the bar, boy did she ride me good.” With that, he disappears behind the bathroom door and we hear the shower water start to run. Shaking his head, Connor looks back to the two of us, finally with a smile on his face.
“I know I’m gonna regret saying this and don’t tell him I said it, but Max is right…”
“I heard that,” Max shouts from the bathroom.
“He’s an arse sometimes.” Connor laughs. “Anyway, as I was saying, Max is right. It’s about time you two sorted your shit out, I’m happy for you both, but you…” he says, pointing a finger at Liam. “Don’t you forget she still has a job to do, so no hanky panky when she’s working, and definitely not in front of my son, are we clear?”
“Crystal,” we both answer at the same time.
“Perfect, now sort yourselves out. I need my drummer for rehearsals and Allie needs you to take Syren.”
“I’ll be there in ten, boss.” I salute him, making us all laugh.
Once we’d had the so-called riot act read to us, me and Liam shared a brief kiss before we both had to go our separate ways and resume our everyday lives. Him behind his drums, me looking after Syren. Connor promised he would sort out the newspapers for us, stopping all gossip before it got out of hand. So far I haven’t received a phone call from my parents demanding I go home. I’m pretty sure I’ll hear from them at some point though, they are bound to have questions when they realise I’ve reconnected with Liam.
Wiping some ice cream from Syren’s chubby little cheeks, I laugh when he blows raspberries at me whilst shaking his head from side to side. He really doesn’t like being clean, but I guess that’s little boys for you. If they aren’t dirty they are not happy. We’ve spent the day exploring Venice together, as luck was on my side the reporters from last night had all buggered off and I was able to leave the hotel unnoticed. We’ve strolled through the cobbled streets, visited St. Mark's Basilica and watched the gondolas floating along the canal. All that was topped off with some ice cream from one of the many ice cream parlours they have here. It really has been a fabulous day. That’s not saying I haven’t missed Liam, because I have. The minute I left him in his hotel room my heart wept a little. I know that’s not healthy by any means, that’s why I’ve forced myself to carry on with my job instead of acting like a love-sick puppy.
Just as I’m entering the hotel, I see Liam stalking towards me. He’s dripping in sweat and his t-shirt is tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
Fuck me. He looks delicious.
“Pick your tongue up of the floor Duchess, you’re drooling.”
He laughs, clearly amused at catching me mentally undressing the rest of him.
Without saying another word, he takes me in his arms, forcing me to let go of Syren’s pushchair and kisses the life out of me right there in the middle of the hotel’s reception.
“Do you bloody mind? My child doesn’t need to see you two playing tonsil tennis,” Connor says, as he comes over to us and taking Syren from his pushchair.
Laughing at him, we pull apart and Liam being Liam, can’t resist giving him a sarcastic comeback.
“Seriously? I’m pretty sure this kid lives with you and Allie, you pair are practically dry humping each other every single second of the day.”
Pulling Syren closer to his chest so he can’t see, Connor gives Liam the finger, causing us to laugh. I’m learning with these guys that they can fight, argue and give each other shit as much as they want, but they will always share a bond. A special bond that no matter what, it can’t be broken.
“I’m going to take Syren upstairs to Allie for a bit, so you’re free to do what or who you want,” he says raising his eyebrows at us. “Just make sure you’re back at six when we leave.”
“No problemo, I’ll be there,” I manage to get out just as Liam plants his lips back on mine. Only this time it’s not a quick peck. This kiss is full of heat and filthy promises.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Liam
All through rehearsal all I could I think about was Mel
. I didn’t think it was possible for me to miss someone as much as I missed her, but I did. Connor bollocked me more than once for not counting them in at the right time, but my fucking head was in the clouds. I couldn’t wait to get this over with and get back to her. I just hoped and prayed that Connor would give Mel a few hours off so I could get my hands on that body of hers.
Not giving a shit that sweat was dripping off me, the minute I laid my eyes on her coming through the hotel doors with Syren, I just had to kiss her and put my arms around her. It’s where she belongs now.
Once Connor has fucked off and given her the free time I was hoping and praying for, I plant my lips firmly onto hers. I don’t hold back, it’s a I want you and I want you now kiss. Nothing’s going to stop me from having her. Making it my mission to bury myself inside her for as long as I can, I bend and grab the back of her legs before throwing her over my shoulder and marching straight for the lift.
“You Neanderthal, bloody put me down! I have legs you know, I can walk,” she laughs out, at the same time as she slides her hand down the back of my jeans and pinches my arse.
“Oh, I know you have legs Duchess, and in about two minutes they are going to be spread wide open with me lying between them.” I warn her. As I finish telling her my plan, a loud gasp leaves her mouth, making me smile.
Walking through my suite door with determination running through my veins, Mel still flung over my shoulder, I shout out Max’s name, double checking that he’s not in his bedroom and has in fact gone out like he said he was gonna do. Knowing the coast is clear, I set about putting plan ‘Make Melissa Scream’ into place. I take us to my room, kicking the door shut behind me with my foot as I go.
“Can you please pu-” I cut her off, throwing her onto my bed.
“You were saying Duchess?” I ask, at the same time quirking my eyebrow at her.
Laughing at me, she just shakes her head and the drooling I caught her doing downstairs when she saw I was shirtless, comes back tenfold. Seeing her propped up on her elbows, her hair all wild around her shoulders has my dick straining against my jeans in no time at all. That’s before I’ve even got her naked.
I kick off my boots, not giving a shit right now where they land and next to go are my jeans and boxers, giving my dick the reprieve it’s been looking for. As if Liam Junior knows where he belongs, he’s hard and long in front of me, pointing in the direction of Miss Wright.
Well done boy.
As I’m standing there, I’m about to grab her ankles to pull her back to the end of the bed, but she surprises the shit out of me by jumping up onto her hands and knees and starts to crawl towards me and licks her lips.
Oh sweet lord have mercy on me.
Without any gentle teasing first, she goes full throttle and takes me all the way into her mouth, my swollen dick hitting the back of her throat.
Fuck me, she doesn’t even gag.
“Holy fuckeroo, Duchess. You do suck me good,” I pant, which surprises me. Speech isn’t my strongest point right now, she’s totally blindsided me and I love it… I love he-.
I stop those thoughts quickly, as she takes me again in another long suck, hollowing her cheeks as she goes. Cupping my balls in her soft hands, she massages them and squeezes them just as she’s going back down my shaft making my knees buckle. She lets my balls go and grabs my ass cheeks, pulling me even further forward.
“Oh shit Duchess, you need to stop or I’m going to flood your mouth with my spunk.”
I try to warn her, yet she still carries on, unwilling to let me go. Just like I told her I would, my hips jolt forward and I fill her mouth to the brim with my spunk. Only she doesn’t bat an eyelid, she just swallows it all down like a trooper then lets my now, semi erect dick pop from her mouth, giving it a small kiss as it passes her lips.
Looking up at me, she smiles and the wind is knocked right out of me. I’m not going to lie and say I’ve been a saint since I left with the band, but no woman and I mean no woman has ever made me feel the way she does. She’s looking at me all sweet and innocent, but I now know she has one filthy side that she’s been keeping from me.
And I love it.
“I love you,” I whisper. The words just slip from my mouth, I don’t even have to think about it. They just feel right.
Raising her up so she’s still on her knees, but now we’re at eye level, she looks at me and stays completely silent. The only sign I get that she heard me is a single tear rolling down her right cheek. I start to question if I’ve gotten all of this wrong? Maybe we’re just a bit of fun for her? We can’t be though, she’s already said she wants to be someone’s everything. She’s not looking for fun.
“Please, Mel. Say something, you can’t leave me hanging,” I plead.
For the first time in my life, I feel exposed. I know I live in the limelight, but that’s different, we’re trained to deal with that shit. No-one can prepare you for falling in love. No-one can prepare you from exposing the real you to someone who could possibly have the full potential to rip your heart out from your chest and trample all over it. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, me a grown ass man is shitting himself in fear of rejection.
I reach out and wipe the tear that is now about to drop from her chin with my thumb, then I suck it into my mouth, tasting the saltiness.
“Mmm, Yummy.” I joke. Trying to lighten the mood.
It works, though, she laughs and pushes my shoulder before saying, “You’re never right Liam Williams, and that is one of the many reasons why I love you too.”
Did I just hear her right? She did say she loves me too didn’t she?
My smile is huge as I take in her words, no longer feeling nervous I feel nothing but happiness for myself and love for this woman.
She fucking loves me back.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, not even when the band got their first number one hit, did I feel this ecstatic.
Placing one hand on her cheek and the other one on her neck, I lean in and kiss her. Only this time it’s not a dirty, I want you now kiss, it’s a kiss full of passion, a kiss loaded with so much feeling behind it, it sends me dizzy. To me, she will always be my Duchess, now it’s time that I make love to her and treat her the way royalty should be treated.
With nothing but worship, love and adoration.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Melissa
He loves me.
He actually loves me.
He laid his heart and feelings on the line for me, and what did I do?
I cried and said absolutely nothing, zilch, not one bloody word.
I’m a stupid cow at times, and this is one of them times. Fan-fucking-tastic.
The look of pure devastation on his face when he thought I wasn’t going to return his love, damn, nearly broke me, he looked so lost and tormented. I finally pull myself together, just enough, to return his words back to him.
“I love you too.” I about managed to get out in between my sobs.
Now that I’ve actually told him I love him, the guilt is starting to set in. I still have things to tell him, and once I do, I know it will be the end of us. I think that's why I'm holding back, stalling from telling him - I don't what this to end. It's only just started. I know he'll hate me when he finds out I’ve been keeping him from his daughter, there will be no coming back from that kind of betrayal.
Doing something I’ve never done before, I decide for the first time to be selfish. Even if it’s only for a small amount of time, I can’t let him go yet. I've only just got him. The moment he takes a hold of my neck and kisses me, all the guilt I'm holding on to vanishes, and I lose myself in his kiss, in him.
Gently pushing me back onto the bed, he lies on top of me, still leaving me fully clothed. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush to get me naked and I’m not going to push him to do it. I’m just going to go with the flow and enjoy every minute of whatever he decides. I’ve never had gentle Liam, so this side of him is new and refreshing to me. I’m
not going to deny that I don’t enjoy the rough sex, it’s just this time it’s different, there’s more involved. This time around, it’s us telling the other that we love each other, but instead of saying it, we're letting our bodies do the talking.
Holding himself up on one elbow, he looks at me with so much intensity in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me burning deep in their depths.
“You and me Duchess, with you by my side, I don’t need anything else. You're it for me.”
God yes.
A smile spreads across my face as I lift my head from the pillow and place my lips against his, showing him I wholeheartedly agree with him.
This right here, with him, is what I want, what I need.
Nothing else matters right now.
The guilt of being selfish for the first time in my life soon vanishes, the taste of his lips against mine is intoxicating, it’s making my head spin. Pulling away from me, he sits on his knees between my legs as he holds my hands and pulls my body towards him. When I’m in a sitting position he gives me his sexy smirk.
“Lift.” Taking the hem of my top, he urges me to lift my arms.
Doing as he’s asked, he proceeds to drag my top from my body, throwing it somewhere in the room.
Right now, I couldn’t give a toss where it is.
Running a hand from my neck, down to my satin covered breasts he stops and sucks in a breath.
“You're so fucking beautiful, inside and out,” he whispers, keeping his hand placed where my heart is beating wildly against my breast bone.
Liam’s words have me pulsing between my legs, my need for him desperate, knowing that I’ll combust if he doesn’t put out the fire that’s burning inside of me. As if he can read my mind, my bra is soon removed along with my jeans and satin boy boxers. I’m totally naked, yet I’ve feel clothed, when the entire length of his body covers mine. Kissing along my jawline, he slowly slides into me making me gasp. Opening my legs further, I lift my hips up off the bed, inviting him to go deeper. Taking my silent invitation to heart, he rears back and glides back into me with a more force, hitting that magic spot.
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