“Very poetic, but I think you’re confused,” I tell him.
“I think I’m smart,” he rebuts.
“So, you think you’re going to make me fall in love with you by having sex with me?” Just trying to clarify what he’s trying to say.
“There’s more between sex and love,” he whispers through a low rasp.
“Like what?” I ask, nervously—breathlessly.
He slowly leans in, sliding his nose against the side of mine as he exhales a small cool breath over my lips. He pauses, making me wish I were an inch taller again so I could close the space between us. “I want to be with you. I want to know you. I want all of you,” he whispers into my mouth before pressing his lips into mine. He squeezes his arms around me as one hand slides up the back of my head. The kiss is passionate, soft, rough, aggressive, and beautiful. His tongue touches mine, teasing me with his breath and soft moans tickle my teeth. His hands hold me so tightly, there isn’t a question in my mind about how much he likes me. Without hesitance or concern for my heart, I lock my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair, relishing the softness of the salt-water texture.
He pulls away, leaving me without a single breath. “Lots of that is between sex and love.”
“I can live with an idea like that,” I tell him.
He smiles, and it’s genuine, not an ounce of cockiness like he typically wears as if it were as permanent as the freckles on his face. He has a striking smile, and it melts me every damn time.
“One thing, though,” I add.
“I’m not agreeing to anything,” he says with soft laughter as he sweeps my hair off my cheek.
“No more pranks,” I state.
“That’s a deal breaker for me,” he says, sighing.
Dammit. I think for a minute and glance back up at him. “Fine, you’re on. Watch your back, manservant.
FOUR WEEKS LATER
There is peace at Sam and Daniel’s house now that Liam and I aren’t fighting our sexual desires off. Giving into them is far easier.
Dad finally arrived a few weeks ago, and he’s been living in Sam and Daniel’s guest house, which has been great. He has a place to stay while he figures out his next move, and I get to see him. He’s almost never hovering or asking a million questions about my relationship with Liam. Or at least, it’s down to a half dozen times a day now.
However, as ironic as it is, with my bedroom window overlooking the guest house, I’ve done my best to ignore his light illuminating the back yard at midnight every night, as well as the giggling noises from a woman I have yet to meet. Or maybe it’s women. Whatever the case may be, he’s perfectly content here with so many new options. He even has a million dollar smile to greet everyone with in the mornings, and I’ve wanted to ask him to stop smiling because I know what the smile is about, but my smile probably looks the same—the Viagra commercial is the only way to describe it. Okay, ew.
“Just stand up, I’m telling you. You’ll be fine,” Liam shouts. Talk about learning to walk before you crawl. I can swim now . . . like a four-year-old child splashing around in a pee pool, and yet, here I am lying on a bright orange surfboard, ready to wipe out.
I press my hands into the sides of the board and hop up like he’s shown me a hundred times in the past couple of weeks. The wind is pressing against me, but the waves are carrying me seamlessly across the water. With unsteady arms and wobbly knees, I get my balance, stand in position and ride the small wave until I’m knocked off.
The following wave sweeps over me, dragging me from my board, but Liam’s arm is around me before I lose a second of breath. “That was fucking awesome, Jules. I wasn’t even up that long my first time riding.”
I feel breathless as I press the wet hair out of my face. “Really? I mean, it felt amazing. I loved it until I fell off and everything.”
“You may just be a natural,” he says, kissing me firmly as another wave crushes us together.
“We had a deal, girlchacho . . . brochacho. You both promised me no guppy mating while I’m here.”
Liam throws a splash in Sterling’s direction and turns back to me, stealing another kiss. “Want to go at it again?”
“Yeah, let’s try it in the backdoor this time,” I tell him, keeping a straight face.
Liam closes his eyes and squeezes his hand around his temples. “You’re not ready for that yet,” he says.
“You’d be surprised,” I’d tell him. I’d be surprised too. What the hell am I talking about, surfing or taking it up the butt?
“So maybe we could take a little break from surfing so I can explain to you how to master the backdoor on dry land first?” Liam mutters into my ear.
Uhh. “Something about the dry land part sounds a little painful.”
Liam swings me over his back and pushes through the water, out onto the beach. “We’ll catch ya later,” Liam shouts to Sterling, Jared, Cale, and Cleary.
We’re running through the sand, and I’m bouncing around Liam’s back. “You are insane,” I laugh.
We quickly make it back to the house where it’s empty for the time being. Sam and Daniel took Dylan down to the Fourth of July parade and some other festivities downtown for the morning, so we have the house to ourselves, and the day the off.
I kind of figured Liam would have put me down about five minutes ago, but he’s hiking up the staircase without breaking a sweat. “Do I not walk fast enough for you?” I ask him, dipping my face over his shoulder.
“Nope, you’re not fast enough for me.” He closes us into my bedroom and tosses me down on the bed, tearing his wetsuit off and giving me a show I’d like burned into my mind forever.
He drops down onto the bed and pulls the three strings holding my bikini in place, quickly tearing the thin material away.
His lips are working over my neck while his hands feel around, taking inventory of every other sensitive part of my body.
“I got you something,” he mutters against my ear.
“Oh really?” I don’t know what to expect from Liam. Every day seems to bring something unexpected with him.
He rolls over me and reaches under the bed, retrieving a small rectangular box, and it scares the shit out of me. This is not Liam-like.
He hands me the box, and with a little hesitance, I take it. “What is this?”
“Just open it,” he says sweetly.
“Today isn’t supposed to be about me,” I tell him. “You’re not getting cold feet are you?”
“I’ve never had warm feet about this, Jules, you’re the one who has been pressuring me to do this.” He has the same look on his face that he gets every time I bring up the small fact of him not coming clean to Sam yet. She deserves to know what Liam found out. She deserves to know that Dylan has a brother.
“She needs to know,” I tell him again.
“I know, but first open your gift.”
“Just promise me you’re sticking to the plan today first.”
“If you use this gift, I promise.” Use. I think that eliminates the thought of him doing something completely insane, hopefully.
“Okay,” I tell him as I take the wrapping off the box, exposing a suede surface. Jewelry? I exhale slowly through my pursed lips and pull the box apart, hearing a quiet crackling of the hinges as I reveal two black balls. “What are they?” I reach in and run the tip of my finger over the top of one of them, feeling the texture of silicon.
“Well, since I know your feelings on sex toys, and the fact that you’ve had to replace Shermanator with me, I thought a replacement for when I can’t be inside you might be nice. Shermanator just won’t cut it anymore since he’s too small, plus, I can’t get that drawn-on face off.”
“What—” What the hell is this? “Liam, what are these?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of Ben Wa balls since you’re a big fan of Fifty Shades of Grey.” I’ve read the books and seen the movies, so of course I’m a fan, but it’s not like I have requested to act out an
y of the scenes. For some reason, since the day Liam and I officially met, he’s had the strange idea that I have a desire to be Anastasia Steele, which I do not.
“Liam . . .”
“Okay, fine, I thought the idea of it was hot. I may have heard someone talking about the scene in the movie and thought it might be fun.”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. I’m not sure this is my thing. The activities Liam and I have enjoyed over the last month have been nothing short of amazing, and he’s pushed my limits farther than I would have ever requested, or even imagined, but it’s never been too far. “I’m not sure I have it in me—”
“Well, I can fix that,” he says with a wink.
I press my hands into his chest, running them up and down before trying to tug him down. “I thought you wanted to—”
“I do, but first I want you to try these.”
He takes them out of the box and rolls them around in his hand before placing one in his mouth. Watching him do this is definitely a turn on, and it’s making me squirm beneath him. “O-kay,” I agree. Who am I? The balls are large, and this is going to be weird.
He takes the ball out of his mouth, then scoots down toward the end of the bed and presses his hands against the insides of my knees, pushing them apart. Then he grabs a pillow and slides it beneath my back. “Ready?”
“I don’t think so, but go ahead,” I squeak.
I place my arm over my eyes, hiding my face from reality, and clench my teeth with apprehension. While I was expecting the ball, I feel his tongue first, sliding in and out, causing me to moan and beg for more. “Don’t stop,” I whine.
But he stops, and the ball is shockingly pressed into me, farther than I thought it would go. What if it gets lost up there? I’d have to go to the hospital and tell them my boyfriend shoved a ball up my cooch. Why did I just agree to this? What the fuck, Christian Grey?
I remove my arm from covering my eyes and find a proud smile on Liam’s face as he removes the other ball from the box and slides that one into his mouth, as well. “Ready for the real magic?”
A dying groan of agreement rumbles from my throat, and I replace my arm over my eyes, feeling the insertion, followed by a clanging sensation inside of me. “Holy . . .” The balls feel like they’re vibrating inside and it’s tickling me. Laughter rumbles through my gut and pours out of me in hysteria.
I can’t stop laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Liam asks, sounding nervous.
I’m literally in a fit of giggles, and I can hardly catch my breath long enough to answer him. “It tickles.”
“Uh,” he responds with a raised brow. “Here, take my hands.”
I grab his outstretched hands, and he slowly pulls me up to a sitting position, where the tickling sensation increases two-fold. I’m hunched forward, squeezing my arms into my stomach as I lose my shit completely. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in my entire life.
“Jules, take a deep breath, babe.” I try, I really do, but I can’t. I just can’t stop laughing.
Liam pulls me up to my feet, maybe thinking the balls will end up in a better place, but my knees nearly buckle, and I fold over, wheezing through breathless laughs.
“Does it feel good at least?” he asks.
“I think—” more giggling, my voice is cracking, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to lose my voice completely with a minute more of this. “I think so.” I force myself to stop laughing for a brief moment to catch my breath, but my knees are bowed into each other and, I’m clutching the bureau on the side of my room. “Oh, good God, I can’t do this.”
“Then I don’t have to tell Sam,” Liam says with an evil smirk.
“Jesus, are you trying to kill me?”
“That wasn’t the plan here,” he laughs. “Wait, shhh.” I try to quiet down, listening for the reason he’s telling me to stop.
“They’re home,” he says.
“Shit,” I tell him.
Liam grabs a pair of jeans and a shirt he left in my hamper last night and slips them on. I’m sure no one will know or care that he’s wearing the same exact thing he wore yesterday. It’s not like Sam and Daniel don’t know what’s going on between us, but we could be a little more discreet.
“Fine, it’s time. You’re telling Sam now.”
“Keep those balls in,” he tells me.
Balls. I tried to forget for the fifteen seconds I was thinking about something else, but now my mind is back on the balls and the vibration rattling around inside of my penis fly trap.
“Let’s get this over with,” I tell him. Grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from my drawer, I dress quickly while trying my hardest not to fall over.
He opens the bedroom door and waves his arm out so I can go out first. One step and I trip, catching myself on the wall, falling back into another fit of laughter. “Oh shit, Julia, come on.”
He takes me by the arm and pulls me through the breezeway and over to the stairwell. Stairs. Oh no.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I tell him.
“It’s a great idea, actually.” His lip is pinched between his teeth, and his jaw tightens—balls. Balls are filling my insides.
I take the first step, clutching the railing as if I had two broken legs and I was dragging myself downstairs, gliding down.
“You look ridiculous,” he whispers.
“You’re ridiculous!” I argue. “Look what you’re making me do just so you’ll tell Sam what she should already know.”
“If this is the only way, I mean, I guess it’s worth it, right?” His sarcasm is not appreciated at the moment because the vibrations are moving from the stage of tickling my insides to more of a pulsating sensation. I might orgasm right here in the middle of the stairs. What do they say to do if you’re trying not to finish too fast? Think of something gross. Poop is gross. Vomit is gross. I take another step down, feeling an incredible amount of pleasure roll through me like a wave. Oh God. Um. Green boogers in a sick kid is gross. Farting is gross. Rotting eggs are gross. Another step. I close my eyes, feeling a warmth begin to travel through my core. Oh my—smelly burps are gross. Smelly feet. Cow shit. Another step. No, no, no, no. “Oh my God, oh my—”
“Julia,” Liam mutters, grabbing my arm. “You’re saying that out loud.”
“Oh—oh wow.”
“Julia,” Liam says again.
I clench my thighs together. I can’t think of anything else gross. Shit. That word isn’t even meaning what it should be mean right now.
“Julia,” Liam seethes louder.
I’m breathing heavily and I can’t—I can’t control. “I’m going to—Liam—”
“Jelly-Bean!” Dad shouts from the living room couch.
My eyes flash open, and I just thought of something else to make it all stop, but it doesn’t stop.
“Da—aaad—”
“Are you okay, Julia?” he asks with concern, running toward me. Oh no, don’t come over here.
Liam is now the one in hysterics, but I can’t stop what’s coming.
Dad grabs my arm and tries to help me down the rest of the steps, but I fall and slide down the remaining three stairs. Again. Orgasming on the way, laughing, moaning, groaning, and screaming a little.
I’m lying flat on the tiled floor in the entryway of the foyer. My legs are bent backward awkwardly, and my arms are sprawled out beside me. “Are you okay?” Dad is hovering over me, and I can’t stop the giggles from pouring back through me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
Liam appears on the other side of me. “Crap, are you okay? I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not like you pushed her, son,” Dad says.
Yeah, what he did was way worse, I want to tell him.
“Can you get up,” Liam asks as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up to my feet, which is the worst possible place for me to be. The balls are clacking together again.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Dad asks.
“
Uh yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. How was the—” Oh no. Again. No. “Uhhh—” Heavy breaths consume me as I look around the room, finding not only Dad, but a woman I haven’t seen before, and Sam, Daniel, and Dylan. They’re all giving me a glare as if they know I’m doing something inappropriate, but at least Dylan is way too young to understand how inappropriate adults can be. Deep breath. Deeeeep breath.
Ohh, that feels good.
“How was the parade?” I manage to get out.
“Oh, it was fantastic,” Dad says. “I wanted to introduce you to Eloise. We met the other night, and I ran into her at the parade.” Dad places his arm around her shoulders and gives her a quick squeeze. Oh my gosh, he’s actually introducing one of his lady friends to me. She must be different than the others. At least her name isn’t part of the Mambo #5 song. So, that’s good.
“Dad,” I say with excitement, for a couple different reasons.
“Aren’t they adorable?” Sam asks.
Dad blushes but looks at Eloise the way she’s looking at him. There’s a connection there, that’s for sure.
“It’s so nice to—to, oh no, oh, oh—”
“What is going on?” Dad asks.
“Smelly socks. Rotten seafood. Nothing, nothing . . . sorry,” I tell Dad, squeezing my legs together.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “It’s—ah—it’s nice to meet you, Eloise.”
“Likewise,” she says, smiling oddly at me.
“Tell her,” Daniel says to Dad. “Tell her already.”
Tell me what? Liam’s hand squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back, ready to break every one of his fingers. I can’t stand here much longer, and he still hasn’t said a word to Sam.
“Yes, so I have some exciting news for you, Jelly-Bean.” Dad looks over at Daniel and gives him a thumbs up.
“Oh? Ohhhhhhhh.” Oh no, stop.
“Well—” Dad begins, narrowing his eyes at me, silently telling me to cut the shit. “Daniel here offered me a job I can’t refuse.”
I’m having the hardest time focusing, but I know he just said something about a job and working with Daniel. “Job?” I utter.
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