by Anna Brooks
My hormones are upset, but my ego’s pissed off. “Months, Lee! Months away and I get a kiss on the top of the head like a child?”
“Meara, I—”
“A peck. A goddamn peck! When this is supposed to be the first day of the rest of our lives!”
He chuckles and steps back into my space, resting his hands on my hips. “Babe, I need to take a fucking shower desperately, and if I kiss your lips right now, I won’t be able to stop. So please, please, just give me five minutes.”
My body swings toward his and my crotch rubs against his, clearly not in tune to his brain’s idea of a shower.
“Ugh … three minutes.” Then he pecks my head again and runs to the bathroom, tossing his clothes along the way.
As soon as the water comes on, I power walk to the bedroom and whip my shirt off. It takes about eight seconds for the rest of my clothes to come off, too. Instead of trying for a seductive pose, I sit on the bed with my legs crossed, my heart accelerating with every breath. Nervous anticipation pulses through my veins with each second that ticks by.
The clock reads that four minutes have passed when he comes into the room with nothing but a towel around his waist and a cocky smile on his handsome face.
“You’re a minute late.”
He drops the towel and dives for me. I fall to my back and wrap my legs around him, crossing them tight. Water drips from his hair onto my face as he lowers his head. Our kiss is punishing; it’s been months in the making and I wouldn’t want it any other way. This is how it should be. This is what’s right for us.
His teeth nip at my bottom lip and I slide my tongue across his. It’s not a fight for control but rather a desperation that’s finally satisfied. My entire body is already burning, but when he runs his hand down my side and across my stomach, he sets me on fire. He teases me and stops right above where I desperately need him to be.
“You need to touch me before I explode, Lee.”
“Oh, you’ll explode, princess. It’s just a matter of how many times.”
His thumb circles my clit and I turn my head to take in a breath. I raise my hips because I want more; I fucking need more from him. He drags his thumb down and circles my opening before bringing it back up and pressing down on my clit again. I’m so close already and as soon as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, I shudder and clench and thrash as an orgasm rips through me.
I’m still coming down when he thrusts two fingers into me and I almost push his hand away because it’s too much. But, like always, he knows my body and just holds his hand still. While I’m catching my breath, he licks up from my breast to my collarbone and presses his lips against mine. “Spread your legs for me.”
I uncross my ankles and let my knees fall to the bed while he sits up and watches his fingers going in and out of my body. “God, I missed this. You have such a pretty pussy, Meara. I could do this all fucking night … just watch you cover my hand with your cum. Can you feel how wet you are?”
“Yes.” I pant, and the wave begins to build again, faster than I thought possible. I love it when he talks like that to me; it pushes me over the edge every single time.
“Yeah, I can see it. I can taste it, too.” His head disappears between my legs and his tongue replaces his fingers. Both of his strong hands grip the outside of my thighs and he lifts me up so he can get a better angle to fuck me with his mouth.
I’ve become immobile and can do nothing but feel his rough tongue sliding in and out, licking every millimeter, sucking and biting. “God, Lee … it feels so good.”
He pulls his mouth away, my juice shining on his chin. “Tastes good, too.” He crawls up my torso and licks my lips. “See?”
I run my tongue along my wetness and nod.
“Yeah, it’s delectable, isn’t it? In fact, it’s so good that I want more. Watch me eat you, princess.” I sit up on my elbows, and in a matter of seconds, he’s back between my thighs, but this time, he uses his fingers to fuck me and his mouth to devour my clit. I spasm around him and cry out when he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling it against his tongue. He slowly licks light circles around it and lets me ride his fingers until I collapse on the bed. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”
“You’re amazing. So beautiful when you come. Stay spread for me just like that but bend your knees a little.”
I happily comply, and he wastes no time in sticking his rigid dick into my soaking wet hole. “Holy fuck!”
“Ungh.” I grunt in agreement.
“Babe, I wish I could make this last all night.” He pulls out and slams back in so hard that I have to put my hands over my head and push against the wall so I don’t move. “But there’s no way that’s gonna happen. I’m just gonna fuck you real quick ‘til you come again, all right?” He grabs my ass and my legs rest on his forearms. I try to nod since I can’t form a word right now, but he’s pounding into me so fast that my head is already making the movement. I figure it’s a good enough acknowledgment. Especially since I’m pretty sure he’s going to take me there again really, really soon.
“You gonna come for me so I can make you mine again?”
“Yes,” I manage to mutter. God, I want to so bad.
“I’m gonna fill you up, and then later tonight, I want you to ride me with my cum still inside you, makin’ my dick nice and wet so you can take me nice and slow. We’ll watch my cock disappear into your tight little pussy.”
“Shit …”
“You ready, babe? I can’t wait anymore.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my entire body shakes and he slams into me one more time. He holds me flush against his pelvis so hard that I feel like if he pushes any harder, we’ll meld together as one. It doesn’t hurt, though. It feels goddamn perfect because his sexy ‘V’ is right against my clit and the vibrations coming from his body are better than a vibrator.
“Jesus, holy shit. Fuck.” He releases my legs and his eyes widen. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
I follow what he’s looking at and wave a hand in the air at his fingerprints on my thighs. “Do I look hurt?”
He falls next to me, nuzzles his face into my shoulder, and throws an arm over my belly. “You look beautiful.”
“Sure, I do.”
“You do. You always do.”
“Whatever.” I run my fingers through his wet hair and my stomach grumbles.
“Did you eat anything?”
“Umm, I had a banana this morning.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
He pushes up on his elbow and tilts his head to rest on his hand. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am now, but my stomach hurt earlier,” I admit. I’ve been a huge bundle of nerves the past couple of days. Not in a bad way, but more nervous anticipation.
He contemplates me for a second, his eyes roaming over my face, pausing on my lips. “What sounds good?”
“Anything that doesn’t require me to leave the house. Pizza, Chinese, something like that.”
A wide grin spreads on his lips. “Excellent.”
“Sweet!” I use his chest for leverage and hop off the bed to grab my clothes. “Order something and I’ll take a quick shower.”
One of the perks of having short hair is it dries quickly, so I wash it again, do a fast but thorough job of cleaning my sweaty body, and am out in less than five minutes. “Bet that was faster than you,” I yell through the crack in the door.
“It’s been seven minutes, and I was done in four. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Whatever. That’s still fast for a girl.”
“One of the million reasons I love you. Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“I ordered Chinese. Figure we can go grab a pizza for lunch tomorrow.”
I emerge from the bathroom dressed again and sit on the couch next to him. “Sounds good. I took the weekend off, so I don’t go back ‘til Tuesday.”
I snuggle into his side and we scroll through the channels and spend the night watc
hing old movies and eating sesame chicken and popcorn. Every once in a while, one of us catches the other staring, and we’ll laugh and kiss and act the way we used to. It’s just as I’d hoped. What I thought was too good to be true.
His phone rings and he answers it and mouths that he has to take it. He disappears into the kitchen and though muffled, he sounds happy, excited almost. A minute later, he comes back and I can tell he’s trying to fight back a smile.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, what’s the dopey grin for?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Ohh, tell me more.” I rub my hands together.
“No way, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. We’ll go in the morning.”
“Where?”
“I’m not telling.”
“Oh, come on. That’s mean.” I change my tactic and give him a pouty face. “Please?”
“You’re adorable, but that’s not gonna work.” He pinches my nose and laughs. “Sorry.”
“You suck.” I feign a pout and plop back on the couch.
“Aww, is the princess upset?” He kneels on the floor and spreads my legs apart.
“Yes. She’s very upset.”
“Hmm.” He uses the very tips of his fingers to trace up my legs and back down again. Then they continue their journey up my arms, across my collarbone, up back and forth across my lips, down between my breasts, and finally stop at the button of my jeans. “Do you think there’s any way I can get forgiveness until tomorrow? I promise to make it worthwhile.”
“I suppose you could try.”
Chapter 21
Liam
I DON’T CONSIDER MYSELF a creeper watching my girl sleep. I mean, I’ve missed so much of this that I forgot how fucking cute she is. The way her nose scrunches every now and then, and how she sighs deeply and snuggles her head deeper into the pillow. Lucky isn’t the word I’d use to describe myself right now; it’s more like undeservingly blessed. I wasn’t sure what exactly to expect when I walked into her apartment, but what’s happened the past twelve hours has been better than I could have ever imagined.
The recent months have been a roller coaster filled with corkscrews. While everything with my personal life is going perfect, my relationship with the band has suffered. They support me, I know they do, but I still had to sit around and listen to them talk about the future of the band without me. What they were going to do. Whether they were going to take a break until they found a replacement. They decided it would be best to continue with a new drummer, so as of right now, Jordan Wright is the new drummer of Reason to Ruin.
I tried to take it like a man but failed miserably when I was on my own. Out of respect for me, the guys took all the alcohol off the bus, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t tempted. That I didn’t have the thought. But all I needed to do was think about what was waiting for me back home, and the desire for alcohol was replaced with a desire for something else.
She rolls over and smiles at me. “I can feel you watching me.”
“So?”
“You’re a bit of a creeper, aren’t you?”
I tickle her sides and she pushes my hands away. “Stop! I have to pee!”
“Fine.” I kiss her soft lips and walk out in the hallway with her. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Just a banana and maybe a granola bar or something.”
We eat and get ready within in an hour, and I drive us in her car to the destination. My heart hammers in my chest and sweat begins to form under my hat. This may be too fast, but it might not. I just don’t know. We get to a subdivision, and I drive through it and past Charlotte and Travis’ house and take a right at the very end of the street.
“Why are we here?”
“Just a minute and you’ll see.”
I go down a little hill, turn down a secluded street, and stop in front of it.
“Lee?” She questions.
“What do you think?”
“Liam, what is this?”
I shut the car off and walk around to open her door. She’s a little shocked, so I lean down and grab her hand to pull her out.
“You see—I fucked up your dream house. If it weren't for me, you would have been in that farm house already.”
“What did you do?” We walk a couple of feet into the yard and look up at it. “Oh, my God, Lee. What did you do?”
“I tried to get it, but it was already sold. So I did the next best thing. I had this built. It’s not an exact replica, but James did the best he could. If you look at pictures, there isn’t much difference. This porch is bigger, but we have less land here and no fruit trees, sorry.” Her mouth is hanging open and she just stares, unblinking, at the house. “The bones are done. The yard is done. But the inside needs to be finished. We decided it’d be best to let you pick out colors and all that girly shit.” I nervously shuffle my feet waiting for her reaction. “Well …”
She shakes her head slowly then turns and jumps up into my arms and kisses me hard and fast. “I love it. Oh, my God. I can’t believe you did this! It’s awesome!”
I grab her a little tighter, just because I can. Because feeling my arms wrapped around her is the only thing that matters. “It’s the least I could do. I’m just sorry you didn’t get the one you wanted.”
“Are you freaking kidding me? A new house is so much better!” Her feet are light when they fall back on the ground. “I wanna see it all, show me!”
Once we arrive in the backyard, she gasps at the view. “This is why we’re so far away from everyone.”
I told James what I wanted and he knew the exact place. We have a remarkable view of the lake and surrounding evergreens. “You’re close to Char and a neighborhood, so we’re not so secluded, but I think it’s perfectly private. Plus, I’ll be getting a security gate.”
She jumps up and down clapping. “It’s perfect. Holy shit, I love it! Let me see the rest.”
We walk to the back door and I pull a key out of my back pocket. Once the door is unlocked, I pick her up bridal style and she laughs. “God, you’re so corny.”
“We’re crossing the threshold. Shut up.” I carry her inside, and she slowly slides out of my arms. She runs her fingers along the kitchen island and stops to do a full three sixty turn. I follow her through the living room, past the dining room, and up the stairs. She turns to look back at me, and I raise my eyebrows in question since she hasn’t said anything.
“How can you have any doubt? It’s amazing, babe.”
The rush of air that leaves my lungs makes her hair blow. “Thank God.”
She stops a couple of steps above me and leans down to kiss me again. Then she turns and jogs up the rest of the steps. We walk in and out of each room; there are five in total. She rolls her eyes at the oversized whirlpool tub in our bathroom. “I don’t even take baths. Have you picked up a new bathing routine I don’t know about?”
“Hell no, but I just thought it’d be nice to have if we ever wanted to. That,” I point at the shower, “is what I’m stoked about.”
“I can see why. I mean, I wonder what one could do with a bench and those handles? Makes it pretty easy to get some. That must have been your request, no?”
“Hmm, well. The bench, I’m planning to get old here, so I figure when we’re all brittle we’ll need to sit, and the handles are merely a safety precaution. I was more excited about the dual showerheads and heated floor. But if all you can think about is shower sex, I mean, I won’t stop you.”
“Well, if you weren’t so sexy, I wouldn’t think about sex all the time.”
“Fine!” I toss my hands in the air. “I’ll stop shaving and running. And while I’m at it, I’ll start eating donuts for breakfast and hell … why use deodorant?”
She pushes past me and walks through the bedroom into the hallway, and I follow her. “I might do the same, too. I do love donuts, and I hate when I put deodorant on, and even though it says clear, it still gets white spots all
over your …” I bump into her from behind when she suddenly stops. “Clothes.”
“Meara?”
“What is this?” She points at the room I had decorated as a nursery.
“Shit, they were supposed to shut the door.” My plan was to surprise her, but that’s all fucked up now. This was supposed to be the cherry on top, the icing on the cake. I wanted this to be the ultimate gift to show her how serious I am about our future. “I talked to the realtor a lot, and we went over everything you guys discussed looking at houses. Everything you liked, disliked, things you loved, and she told me how excited you got when you saw the room that was a nursery.”
I step around her and a lump forms in my throat when I see tears in her eyes. “If this is too much, we can take it down and—”
“No. No, it’s beautiful.”
She takes in the soft tan colored walls and crib. Her hands open and close the dresser drawers and she sits in the rocking chair in the corner. Tears roll out of her eyes and I kneel before her. “Talk to me.”
“It’s just, I’m happy, I really am.” She laughs humorlessly and wipes her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting this, that’s all.”
“So they’re good tears then?”
“Yes. Very good.”
* * *
“I can’t believe how fast James worked. It’s only been two weeks!” Meara does her little happy dance and spins in a circle.
“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome. You sure you’re ready to do this? I don’t want to rush you.”
“It couldn’t happen fast enough if you ask me.”
The past couple of weeks has been great. Meara and I picked up where we left off, and I’ve never felt better. I’ve been taking some classes with Pierce and found that Tae Kwon Do really helps to center me. I can see how the martial arts take up so much of his time. Meara has been busy with the pub, so we’re packing her apartment today and plan on moving into the house tonight. James really pulled through for me. His team has been awesome and got everything done perfectly. The house looks great, and I hope that Meara will be happy in her new home.