“Liam.” Her voice was strangled as she struggled against the urge to arch into his touch or press back against the hardness of his desire for her.
“Feel, Denise, all I want you to do is feel.”
Their eyes met again in the mirror. He gave her the hottest look he’d ever given her, and she knew she was done for. His blue eyes almost glowed with passion, his full lips were red with desire, and the couple-day-old growth of stubble gave him the bad boy look she loved.
“Okay.” She nodded because there was nothing else she could do. She had never been able to say no to him, and why would she want to when he held her pleasure in his hands? “I’m yours.”
He knew that, but hearing her say it was a turn-on he was never prepared for. He flashed her a smile before tilting her head so that he could bury his lips in her neck. She hissed when he latched onto the flesh there, sucking a portion of it into his mouth before using his teeth to nip the skin.
Leaning forward, she gripped the edge of the countertop to keep her knees from knocking and her legs from giving out on her. His palm at her breast pushed the material down and under the weight of her flesh; his other palm moved down her body sneaking into the front of her lace panties.
“Oh God.” She breathed out when his finger made contact with her clit. Her head dropped forward as she closed her eyes against the sensations he aroused. This man had learned to play her body like an expert. He knew what she loved, what made her wet, and what she hated. He was using every one of his tricks against her today.
His thumb at her breast flicked against the hardened flesh, just like his fingers in her panties did the same. Couple that with the feel of his mouth sucking at her neck and the length of his cock at her back, and all her pleasure points were being teased at once. Lifting her head, she took a good look at herself in the mirror.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think they were watching one of the pornos they sometimes did just to spice things up. She didn’t even recognize herself. Her eyes were hazy, lips were plump from being pulled between her teeth, a flush rode high on her cheekbones, and there was a wild look about her, a look only this man could bring to the surface. She wouldn’t have it any other way. When Liam abandoned her nipple, he moved this thumb up to her lower lip, caressing it before she took the digit into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. The answering groan at her neck had her closing her eyes against the wave of desire that flowed through her.
Extricating his thumb, he moved it back down to her nipple, teasing it with the moisture she’d put on his skin. It caused her skin to pull even tighter, and she let out another whine, gripping the countertop even tighter. So tight her knuckles were white. Spreading her legs, she adjusted her stance, letting her body drop a little further down, pushing her ass out at him. “Please.” The word slipped from her lips on a sob as he used two fingers to press inside her body, his thumb pressing on her clit.
“Not yet,” he taunted, removing his fingers from her body.
“No, no,” she whimpered when he left her breast too.
With her body achy, needy, and on fire in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, she met his eyes in the mirror. “Don’t be an ass, Liam. Give me what I want.”
His eyes flashed, and immediately, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Disengaging his body from hers, she whimpered again at the loss of the heat of his body against her.
“I’m an ass?” he challenged.
She didn’t know how to answer that question. It was a tenuous hold either one of them had on their emotions at this point. She could tell by the way his jaw ticked, and she felt how close to orgasm she was herself. It would only take a few strokes. She nodded, and unlocking one of her hands from the countertop, she pushed it down her stomach, but before she could make contact with the neediest part of her body, he grasped her wrist.
“I’m an ass, remember. Hands back on the fuckin’ countertop.”
Glancing up, she saw the stubborn glint of his eyes. She was in so much trouble.
Chapter Eight
Liam’s cock ached as it bobbed in front of his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. Something about being alone with his woman, being able to give into his base urges without anyone being around. It was turning him on in ways he couldn’t describe. They were free of distraction, free of responsibility, and completely free of having to be quiet. He wanted her screaming so loud the people in the next room could hear her, and he also knew that when he got a little bossy, she loved it.
Grasping his fingers in the sides of the lacy scrap of material she called panties, he pulled them down her hips, exposing her ass cheeks to his gaze. “That ass.” The words were a grunt against the heat his body was feeling, against the emotions clogging his throat. The fact that this woman continued to trust him was one of the best gifts he’d ever been given in his life. He’d never expected it, but he’d also never give it back.
“Don’t just stare at it.”
He heard the barely whispered words. “You’re awful fuckin’ lippy today.”
Her eyes flashed to his, and he could see irritation because he’d left her on edge. “You’re all talk and no fuckin’ play today.”
“No play? You think I’m no fuckin’ play?” He grasped her by the nape of the neck and pushed her forward so that the bare ass he’d just been admiring thrust out, bringing it even with his pre-cum leaking cock. “I’ll show you no play.” He pushed the words past clenched teeth.
His hands moved up her stomach and grasped the edges of the bra, pulling roughly so that both breasts were exposed and were no longer held up by the underwire. He knew when that happened because her intake of breath was sharp. The feel of her hot nipples hitting the cool vanity was probably a shock to her, but one she hadn’t known she’d wanted. Using his palms to caress the globes of her ass, he manipulated the flesh, listening as her breathing increased in both speed and volume. He played there, letting her calm down, and when it seemed as if she’d leveled out, he brought his hand back slightly and slapped his palm against the flesh there.
The loud clap reverberated in their quiet room, and he couldn’t mistake the loud groan that came from her or the way his cock jumped as he’d made contact. “Gonna tell me I don’t play again, baby doll?”
She looked over her shoulder at him, and the desire he saw there was almost enough to unman him. “One smack doesn’t mean you aren’t all talk,” she taunted.
“Fuckin’ smart mouth you got sometimes.” He growled, slapping her skin again, moving his other hand to her mouth and shoving the two fingers he’d used inside her body into her mouth. “Taste yourself and make that mouth work,” he demanded.
She pushed back against him as she sucked greedily on his fingers. When he felt the rasp of her teeth, he held the base of his cock and fed it into her pussy. It wasn’t the slow slide they’d become accustomed to; it was a full thrust, balls deep on the first breach. One that caused her to bite down on his fingers and caused her knees to bend.
Removing his fingers from her mouth, he took that hand and grasped her around the waist, holding her up as he withdrew and shoved himself back in.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so motherfuckin’ wet.” He layered himself against her back, hooking his other arm around one of her thighs, spreading her further apart for him.
His calf muscles burned because he was taller than her and he had to bend slightly in order to hit home every time he plunged back inside her, but it was a small price to pay to be where he’d wanted to be without interruption for so long. He tried not to think about how different it would be when they went home in two days. He didn’t want them to get back in the habit they’d become accustomed to. He wouldn’t allow them to.
“Liam,” Denise breathed, her breath hot against his thumb. “I’m gonna come.” She panted, shoving her body back against him.
That was fine, because he wasn’t ready yet. “I’ll keep fucking you. I’m not ready for this to be over yet
. Come all over me, baby. Lose it all over me. Show me I’m the only one who can make you do this.” He doubled his efforts when he felt her body tighten against his length. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged when she lost her rhythm and carelessly pressed back against him, screaming when he removed his thumb from her mouth and used the free hand to smack her ass once more.
He stilled briefly, letting her catch her breath. She almost took a knee, and would have if it hadn’t been for his strong arms wrapped around her. “Fuck.” She breathed loudly, trying to slow her heartbeat. “You’re gonna kill me by the time this long weekend is over,” she accused.
“What a way to go, right?” he joked as he pulled out of her.
“Liam,” she breathed when she saw how hard he still was.
Reaching down he gave his cock a few strokes, jacking the length so that his forearm tightened and released with the effort. “Still hard as granite and horny as fuck.” He flashed her a look. “We ain’t done yet.”
Grasping her hand, he lead them out of the bathroom and back to the living area, and he had a seat on the edge of the bed. She stood in front of him, her stomach muscles still contracting with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d given to her. “Your decision.” He trailed a knuckle down her still hard nipple as he continued running his hand up and down his length. “You on top, or me?”
She weighed the options in her mind, and normally she liked to play, but he’d decimated her. She wanted desperately for it to be good for him, and she knew it would be if she gave him the reins. Plus, sometimes she liked to feel his heavy weight over top of her. Today she craved it. “You on top.”
He grasped her by the thighs and lifted her so that she was on her back almost as soon as she’d said the words. Pushing those thighs further apart, he dug his fingers into the smooth flesh, holding them open for his body to have room. “Hang on, babe, ’cause this ain’t gonna be romantic.”
She wanted to argue that anything with him was romantic, but she could tell by the feral look on his face that he felt anything but romantic. He wanted her, but he wanted to get off more. Opening her body to him, she welcomed the invasion, lay back, and enjoyed the feeling of his possession.
And what a possession it was. His body held hers captive as he moved over her. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding her hands above her head. She gripped the covers between her fingers, trying to anchor herself as he pushed and pulled savagely in and out of her body. Sweat poured down the column of his throat, soaking his chest, which in turn soaked her. They were slippery as they moved together to a symphony only the two of them heard.
“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” He buried his head in her neck before smearing his lips across her cheek, capturing hers with his. The kiss was as much about possession as the sex was. He owned her mouth as he moved his tongue the way he moved his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tighter against her as she felt him expand inside, growing harder. He hit a spot in her that caused a tingling at her spine, and grinding her hips against his, she arched into his body, not letting go of his lips until he let go of hers.
“You gonna come again?” he asked as she arched her tits up into his chest, letting the hard tips trail against his smooth pecs.
She panted heavily. “I think so.”
No more words were spoken as the two of them strained against one another. Each going after what they wanted. Eventually, he released her wrists, and Denise took the opportunity to thread her fingers through his hair, pulling his lips down to her breast, offering them up to him. She wasn’t disappointed when he captured one between his lips, sucking harshly on the tightened skin.
“I love you,” she panted as he moved his other hand to her ass, cupping it so that he could plunge deeper. “Love you so much.” She arched into him, letting him grasp her nipple between sharp teeth to prevent her from pulling it from his possession. It was what she needed. Feeling her second orgasm wash over her, she loosened her hips, allowing him the room he needed.
Liam took the cue and spread her thighs further apart, pushing against the tightness that enveloped his hardness. His rhythm faltered, and he groaned loudly as he felt all the tension he’d carried release as he emptied himself inside her body. For what felt like a year, he came. This was even more intense than the previous night had been, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to take another session like this. His heart hammered in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in Denise’s neck. He couldn’t seem to gather the energy to make himself move—to at least roll to the side.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, placing light kisses against her neck. “Love you so damn much, but fuck, I think you’re gonna kill me.”
She giggled, and the sound sent his heart soaring. “It’s all you. You’re gonna kill us both. I don’t know where this stamina came from,” she teased.
“Do I have to prove it to you again?” He lifted his head so that they could look into each other’s eyes.
“Maybe in a day or so. I’m kind of sore,” she admitted as she moved, trying to get comfortable underneath him.
He’d been rough and he knew it, but damned if he’d make excuses. It’d been something they’d both needed. “I’ll go easy on you for the next two days.”
They were quiet as they lay in the afterglow, breathing deeply. “Do you really feel better?” she asked, turning over in his arms. “You seem like you’re less tense, and I don’t just mean because of all the sex.”
He sighed. “I am, and you’re right, it’s not just because of the sex. There have been moments over the past few months where I’ve worried over some of the guys, and I’m really worried about Roni,” he admitted. “She’s always around doing what we need, what we ask, but she doesn’t ever take time for herself. She lives for the club and anything we ask her to do. While I appreciate that, I feel like she should have her own life too.”
“But she mothers you.”
“Exactly.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Denise. “She’s taken care of me so much in her life and been such an integral part of the club that she has nothing else in her life. She really hasn’t had anything or anyone since she and Rooster were together when we were teenagers.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I don’t want her to be lonely. I want her to have what we have.”
“I think Roni will be ready when she’s ready,” Denise mused. “She’s a strong woman who knows what she wants.”
“But what if she puts what she wants to the side because of us? Because she feels some sort of loyalty to us?”
“Then it’s your job to be her brother and to make sure if she has a chance to be happy you let her chase that chance, no matter who it’s with.”
He was quiet, letting her words sink in. “I’ll make sure if she ever has a chance to do this, to go someplace she’s never been with the man she loves, she’ll take it.”
“Speaking of.” She grasped him by the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. She gave him a small kiss before asking the question that’d been killing her. “What are we doing here?”
“Oh shit,” he mumbled. He’d forgotten about the message he’d sent to his friend. Looking around, he saw his cell phone, by some miracle, was still on the bed but dangling precariously on the edge. Grabbing it, he checked the message he’d sent earlier. When he saw that dinner at nine was good, he glanced at the clock. They had an hour, which should be plenty of time.
Denise waited, her eyebrow raised. “I have a friend who lives in the area. He’s done a couple of my tattoos. There’s a tattoo expo going on at the convention center, and he’s tattooing there. I asked him if I could get a new one while we’re here, and he agreed. We’re having dinner with him and his wife tonight.”
“I’m meeting people?” she asked, glancing down at herself. “Exactly how much time do I have to prepare myself to meet new people?”
“About an hour.”
“An hour? Liam, hell.” She pushed him off her and scrambled off the bed, grabbing thing
s to take a shower as she went.
“We could save time by showering together,” he yelled at her back.
He could hear her laugh, and it absolutely made his heart sing.
Sticking her head out of the door jam, she leveled him with a look. “Remember what happened last time we showered together?”
He gave her a smug smile if there ever was one. Back then she hadn’t been on birth control like she was now, and their moment of spontaneity had resulted in Tatum. He wouldn’t give her up for the world, but he wasn’t sure they could handle another one either. “Tatum is a blessing,” he argued.
“She is, but she’s also got the worst traits of each of us. Stubborn as hell too. Whoever ends up with her is gonna have to be a patient man.”
Liam pressed the heel of his hand against his sternum. It positively gave him a panic attack thinking about his baby girl growing up. If he could, he’d lock her up and never let her age past toddler stage, but he knew he couldn’t, and he knew at some point in the future he was going to have to come to grips with that.
As Denise closed the door, he hoped like hell that Tatum would have the type of relationship her mom and dad did.
Chapter Nine
“Denise, meet Devin and Nina,” Liam made the introductions later on that night.
Denise smiled at the couple sitting in front of them. She watched as the guy, Devin, got up from his seat and clapped hands with Liam, pulling him in for a brotherly hug.
“Nice to meet you.” He smiled over at Denise, and damn if she didn’t kind of feel her heart flutter a little. This guy was gorgeous, and the colorful ink going up and down his arms rivaled what Liam had. “But everybody calls me Sketch.”
“Nice to meet you too.” She smiled back and then waved at the woman still sitting at the table. She waved back, obviously used to being introduced by her husband.
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