by Dani René
“I figured a midnight swim would be fun.” I shrug nonchalantly. Reaching back, I unclasp my bra and toss it back onto the sand. When I face Liam, his gaze is locked on my now-pebbled nipples. My body is aching for him—for his lips and mouth to devour every inch of me.
A growl echoes through the night, and I know he’s barely holding on to his restraint. “Em, babe, you need to not do this.” His words cut, but I am not going to take no for an answer this time. I can see he wants me. So, why is he pushing me away?
Waves splash against me and I shiver. When I reach for him, the warmth of his skin ignites a fire deep in my core. I peek up at the flames dancing in his hazel eyes. His desire is clear as day, and as soon as I reach for him, it’s like I manage to break through a glass case because everything around us shatters, and his mouth devours mine. His heated kiss sears my lips as I moan into his mouth. I feel rough, calloused hands travel down my back and grip my ass in a vise grip.
He lifts me against him and his thick, heavy cock presses against me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, feeling the crown nudging my core. All that separates us is the thin material of his briefs and my panties. His tongue fights mine for control, and I let him claim it. Claim me.
When we finally break apart, I stare into his now dark brown eyes that remind me of rich, black coffee. “I want you. Stop fighting it.” My words tumble in the darkness, like the waves that are crashing around us.
“Fuck it.” The air that swirls around us is laden with hunger and desire, igniting a fire within me. Our bodies mold together, his hardness and my softness, perfectly in sync. His one hand snakes between us and when his fingers reach my core, he growls into my mouth. He shifts the material of my underwear to the side, and two thick fingers dip into my body, sending me reeling.
The slow pumping of his hand causes my body to lock, and I am a whimpering mess when he finally pulls both digits from my wet pussy.
His voice is a growl as he walks us out of the water. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart by my hand. I need to be inside you. Hold on to me, Peach.” My arms wrap tightly around him as he leans down to retrieve my discarded bra. He continues into the house and sets me on the sofa. I’m still dripping wet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. With a click he turns on the fireplace and it roars to life.
“Sit here, baby.” He reaches a hand out to me and tugs me onto the soft white shag carpet in front of the fire. The heat warms the chill, and I watch Liam stalk over to the door, grab his phone, and shut the door.
“Liam…” I trail off when he walks over to a door in the hallway and pulls out two soft towels. When he joins me again, he wraps the towel around me and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.
Cupping my face in his large hands, he tilts my head back so I am looking directly into dark eyes. “I do want you, but I need time to tell my brother. He doesn’t trust me with you. I don’t trust me with you, and that’s what matters. There’s something you don’t know about me and before you make a choice, I need to tell you.”
I kneel and tug the towel tighter around me. The fire warms the large open area, but being this close to Liam while he’s sitting in his briefs is very distracting. “Can you put clothes on?” I question with a giggle. But the naughty smirk that curls those sexy, full lips has me squirming.
“Why? Does my body distract you, Peach?” When I swat his shoulder, my towel drops and his gaze immediately falls to my bare breasts.
“Yes, the same way my body distracts you, Hayes.” Thick arms wrap around me, pulling me against him. My laugh breaks any tension there was between us as his fingers find my hips and he tickles me relentlessly. My breathing is ragged, but I can’t stop laughing. He rolls us over until I’m straddling his waist.
“You make everything fucking distracting, gorgeous.”
I don’t know what expression comes across my face at his words, but any remnants of the light laughter we were sharing just a moment ago come to a halt. “What about all those girls you have on tour with you?” As soon as the question falls from my mouth, I feel him tense below me.
“No. Just you.” The way his eyes shimmer with the truth makes me smile. Does he really mean that? I want to believe that there’s even the slightest chance that I can tame the bad boy drummer.
“Just me?” I lean in and place a soft kiss on his chest. The ink that adorns his skin is beautiful, and I can’t help smiling at the intricate patterns. He’s like a walking canvas.
“I know you don’t believe me, and I’m going to do everything I can to prove it to you. Since I saw you in London, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” That statement has me straightening. My body still bare to his gaze.
“Really? So you mean to tell me that since then—pretty much six months ago—you haven’t slept with anyone else?” I stare at him incredulously. There’s a naughty smirk playing on his lips, and I have a feeling I’m in for it now. Rough hands grip my hips, and he moves me back and forth slowly. My core rubbing against the steel in his briefs.
“Do you mean to tell me that since that night in London, you’ve been able to think about anyone else?” He raises my challenge with another, and I grin. Placing both hands on his ripped chest, I feel his heart thudding against my hand.
“I asked you first, drummer boy. Now, be honest.” Biting my cheek to keep from giggling at his expression for my nickname for him, I watch the wheels turning in his head.
“Honestly?" he questions and I nod, I asked for it. “I slipped up once, a one-off blow job. Other than that there hasn’t been anyone in my bed for six months. Since you, I’ve been a very good boy.” The last few words come out as a low growl, which shudders through me. His voice is rough with desire, lighting the spark inside me. His confession doesn’t hurt, it’s refreshing and I can see it in his eyes, there’s no denying what’s between us.
“You? A good boy? I doubt that.” I roll my eyes and he chuckles. The flirty playfulness doesn’t stop when he suddenly rolls us over and I find myself beneath him, his body pinning me to the soft carpet.
When he leans in, my eyes flutter closed, and I wait for a kiss that doesn’t come. Instead, I feel his hot breath on my ear. “Yes, I was a good boy. But now I want to be bad.”
“I thought you wanted to talk to me first?” Her question catches me off guard. Yes, there is a lot I need to tell her, to explain to her, but right now, all I can think of is driving my cock into her tight body and making her scream my fucking name.
“Talking can wait. I want your legs wrapped around my waist, your tight pussy squeezing my cock, and your nails digging into me as you arch your back while you’re screaming my name.”
“You’ve clearly thought about this, haven’t you?” Her giggle is musical. Ignoring her question, I feather kisses along the nape of her neck, causing a trail of goosebumps to rise in response. I suck the soft skin into my mouth, my teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and she shudders under me. Lowering my mouth, I lave her hardened nipple, biting down just enough to have her mewling like a kitten. Her body is writhing below me—just where I want her. The sweet scent of her is intoxicating, and every fear I had flies out the window as my mouth latches on to her other nipple.
I suckle it as her fingers fist in my hair, holding me where she needs me. I peer up at her under hooded lids and see her lips part in soft moans and whimpers. “Liam.” Her moaning my name is enough to have me coming in my briefs.
As I move down her body, dipping my tongue in her belly button has another sexy, soft whimper tumbling from her lips. My fingers tug on her panties, pulling them down smooth, creamy thighs. Her bare cunt is glistening with desire, and all I can think about is tasting her. “Open your legs, baby.” She does, and I press a kiss on her inner thigh. Her hips rise up and I chuckle. “So naughty, aren’t you? Does my Peach want me here?” When she moans again as I release a soft breath on her core, I have my answer.
“God, Liam, stop teasing me.” Her big, brown eyes are wide as she watches me. Flattenin
g my tongue, I lap at her pussy. The first taste is overwhelming, and I realize she’s my addiction. No amount of time will be enough with her. The thought scares me because I haven’t ever wanted more than one night. It’s always been easy to walk away, but as I slide my tongue inside her, all that flies out the window. Her body pulses around my tongue and her fingers once again grip my hair, pulling, tugging, and the biting pain has me growling against her delectable pussy.
“Ride my face, baby. Take your pleasure.” My words are muffled, but the way her hips move tells me she had no trouble hearing them. And ride she does. Her hips move back and forth as she fucks my mouth. Riding my tongue until suddenly she stiffens and screams out my name. My fucking name.
“Fuck, Liam…” Her words taper off, and I watch her body tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’s so fucking beautiful. When her eyes meet mine, she grins and pushes up onto her elbows. “What?”
“You’re incredibly beautiful when you come. Make me so fucking hard.” I crawl over her, my arms on either side of her, and our lips crash together in a heated kiss.
“Fuck me, Liam,” she whispers, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter. My hips buck and I tease her smooth lips with my cock. “Please.”
Without another word, I slide into her. She’s so wet from her earlier orgasm that my full nine inches slide into her with ease. Her tight heat pulses around my shaft, and it takes all my restraint not to come. I move slowly, sliding in and out, teasing her inch by inch as I slip back in. The torture isn’t only for her, because my body is humming, aching to drive into her, fuck her, possess her. As the thought enters my mind, my body comes alive with the desire to make her forget any other man. To make her want me and only me. To have her body need mine.
Driving into her, I move faster. Her nails dig into my back, just like I wanted, needed, ached for. “Look at me, Peach. Your eyes on me. I’m fucking you.” Her big, chocolate eyes peer up under hooded lids, and her lips are parted in soft sighs as I thrust into her.
“You feel so good. Fucking me. Destroying me. Claiming me.” Her words shatter my calm façade, causing my chest to tighten. There’s emotion in her gaze—emotion I longed for—and now when I see it, I break. Completely shatter in this beautiful girl’s arms.
The bad boy manwhore is falling, and nobody will be able to catch me but her. Our bodies move in a rhythm of our hearts thudding as one. “Come for me, Peach. All over my cock. I need to feel you.” Her body convulses and she cries out again and again. My name echoes through the empty living room as she moans while her pussy pulses and tightens around me. The pure ecstasy on her face is my undoing. My balls tighten, and hot spurts of cum shoot deep inside her. Our bodies collide and tremble and we hold on to each other.
My addiction. My salvation. My sweet, exquisite Peach.
It’s quiet with only the fire crackling in the background. Her soft breaths calm my heartbeat into a steady rhythm. I need to talk to her, but the fear that she’ll walk away, that she won’t be able to accept me for who I am, eats at me.
I know I have to come clean at some point. My past isn’t the brightest, and someone as sweet and innocent as Emma Quinn may not understand it.
As much as I was pushing her away, I was pulling her toward me. Having her in my arms helps quell the desire for something that will only ruin my life. Again. “Why so serious?” I glance down at her in the dim light and smile. Her sweet voice is beautiful. A salve to my open wounds. The gaping holes that leave me bleeding on a daily basis. She needs to know about my past, about the things I’ve done.
“Just thinking.” I trail a finger down her cheek until I reach her chin then continue the trail lower, between her breasts and then dipping into her navel. Her breath catches, sending desire flooding through me. When I reach her smooth pussy, her legs part slightly and a soft moan catches in the back of her throat. With one thick finger, I dip into her cunt. It’s so warm, slick, and tight. With a slow stroke, I finger-fuck her, drawing out her nectar mixed with my release, circling her clit, making her hips buck and her fingers dig into my shoulder.
“About?”
“About you.” I dip my finger in again and add another digit. Her body opens for me. Accepting me. Sliding in and out, I draw the pleasure from her core. From the sweet, innocent soul who I will surely tarnish with my blemishes. With the darkness that has plagued me for so long.
“Liam.”
“Shh, Peach.” My fingers move faster and faster, dipping deeper with every stroke until I crook my fingers and rub the spot that sends her crashing into delirium as she cries out my name again. The sound of her coming—screaming only my name—is a boost to my caged heart. I want to be worthy of her. To be someone she can one day call her husband.
Jesus, Hayes, you’re going soft. Marriage? “You’re so fucking perfect.” My words still her, and when she glances at me, the smile that splits her face is radiant. It lights up the room, but more than that, it lights the darkness in my heart.
“Liam, why do you look so sad when your fingers are inside me?” Her question drags me from the abyss, and I chuckle as I slowly move my hand. Her body trembles beneath me. Without thinking, I lick each finger while my gaze is locked on hers. She watches intently as I clean my fingers of her sweet arousal.
“You taste like sunshine on a rainy day.” Her giggle is light, and it seems her three orgasms have her spent. Those incredible lashes flutter closed and her breathing soon evens. She’s so relaxed. Her face is serene, and it makes my heart ache.
Xxx
My eyes crack open and I feel a warm body molded to mine. Her scent is sweet and alluring and as much I’d like to take her again, I know she needs to rest. So much has happened over the past twenty-four hours and there’s still the topic of my past I need to tell her about.
I slip out from under her arm and pad over to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill it with chilled water from the fridge. I glance behind me to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to have in my bed sprawled on my white carpet. Her smooth skin glows with the soft light from the fire. She’s perfect, and I can’t help my cock throbbing to be inside her again.
Staring out of the window, I’m lost in thought when her soft voice calls out to me. “Is something wrong?” I turn to find her peering at me.
“I’m wondering how to make this work, Emma. I’m not good with relationships. Hell, I’m not good with morning afters.” Raking my hand through my hair, I find myself at a loss for words.
“What? You’re just going to fuck me and discard me like your other bimbos?” She’s up on her feet in seconds, storming toward me. Thank fuck she’s got the towel wrapped around her because her nakedness won’t help my concentration.
“Baby, I am not discarding you. I’m navigating unknown territory for me here.” When I reach out for her, she flinches, which angers me. I don’t want her anger. For the first time in my life, I realize I want a woman’s love instead. But not just any woman—the one standing in front of me, looking at me like I just ripped her heart out.
Right here, at this moment, I have to decide. I need to choose between being the man I was or being the man I know I can be. The one who can make her smile.
“Liam, I am not a little girl anymore. If you don’t want me, be honest and tell me. Right here, right now.” His gaze does a slow ascent up my body, leaving heat in its trail. A shiver runs over me, and suddenly, I’m in his arms. His mouth is poised an inch away from mine. Then he whispers over my lips.
“I want you more than you can even imagine, Peach. First, we should talk and I’ll explain why my brother is so against us being together.” My heart stutters at his honesty. The words that linger in my mind tell me he wants me. They bathe me in warmth and belief that maybe I can tame this beast.
“So then explain, because I am not going anywhere. You can’t scare me off.” My voice is louder than I intended and those hazel eyes bore into me.
“Let’s get dressed. I can’t concentrate with
you in a fucking towel.” Rolling my eyes, I spin on my heel and before I can get away from him, he slaps my ass. The tiny yelp that escapes my lips has him groaning, and I love the power it gives me to know that I have such a hold on him. That I can turn him on with a simple sound.
In the bedroom, I pull on my sweats and a floppy tee. This shouldn’t be too distracting for him. As I pad back to the living room, he’s sitting on the sofa. The fire is still blazing, and I take in the reflection of the flames that dance across his tanned torso. His unruly hair is sticking up in all directions, and I have the urge to run my fingers through it again.
He glances up, but instead of the playfulness that’s always in his gaze, there’s pain running through his caramel eyes, which lurches my heart. This must be bad.
“Sit with me.” I take his outstretched hand and slide onto the sofa next to him. The heat of his body envelops me, and the rich scent of his spicy cologne calms me somewhat. That is until he looks at me. And the agony I see in his gaze makes me feel like climbing into his lap and holding him close.
“Liam, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do. If you’re going to be with me, then you need to know about my past.” He inhales a deep breath before he starts. “When I was a kid, I looked up to my father. He was my hero.” He chuckles sadly but continues. “One day, after I had turned sixteen, I got home from school—which I hated, by the way—and found him on the sofa in his briefs and nothing else. He looked so broken. When I went up to him, I noticed he was drunk. He didn’t even hear me walk into the house.”
He stops and turns to the fire, and the flames dance across his face. The mood is somber, and my heart is racing in my chest. “I wasn’t there to stop him. My father was an alcoholic. He’d lost his job and he went into a depression that he stayed in until…” Liam’s body shudders with the memory that is so clearly killing him to remember. Without thinking, I climb into his lap and straddle him. Cupping his face in my hands, I feel his stubble, rough against my palms.