by M. Skye
“She,” he ran his hand through her hair, “is Will. I’ve been skipping out on him lately and he wants to know what’s up. I’ve been pushing everything to the side except you and my clients.”
“You shouldn’t do that, but I know you’re not being honest. I heard you talking to your mother at the dinner.”
“You said it didn’t matter, baby. I was just honoring your wishes.”
“I said I wanted a blank slate, but whatever it is that you’re holding on to is preventing that from happening. I wanted a fresh start, but all I’ve been getting is your baggage. I’m tired of it.”
Liam knew she was just aggravated with the way things had been going, but he had to admit, she had been on edge a lot more than she normally was. He was used to his sweet and caring Draya, not this snappy version of her. Although their sex life was crazy good, he wished she wasn’t so stressed.
Sighing, he slid his hands up her thighs and held her steady on her exercise ball. “My problem is Alea. She is using my father’s will to try and control Will and me. I’m having some financial trouble that I didn’t want you to know about. I have money, but it’s tied up in other things right now.”
Watching her face contort, he knew what was coming next. “That money you put up for the restaurant, it was your personal money from...”
“From my trust. I’ve been living off it because we had to give everything to Alea to keep her quiet. She lets me run this gym, but it’s hers. The only money I have at my disposal is what I make here. It’s no big deal. I’m making due but it’s not anywhere near what me or Will are used to. He’s freaking out about it and stressing me in the process.”
“You should have said something. The restaurants are doing good. I’ll have Rico cut you a check today. I know our agreement is quarterly, but I will make you an advance. I thought you had your mother’s support.”
“My mother doesn’t know any of this and I want her staying out of it. She knows about my problems with Alea and wanted me to tell you because she wants you to keep an eye open to report back to her, but I don’t want you doing that. She is nosey enough without having the full story. If she figures out what Alea did, she will step in and I don’t want to take her money or yours.”
“It’s your money too, Liam. You are a partner now. We will just set up your payment early.”
Shaking his head, he rubbed her thigh. “I don’t want you doing that. Leave it how it is. I don’t want to make my problems yours too. We have that agreement in place because it benefits all of us. I don’t want it messing with your game plan.”
“We’re doing fine, more than fine,” she admitted. “Ever since I got branded a home wrecking hoe, people come to eat there just to look at me. My face sells plates,” she laughed, but he could tell it was bothering her.
“It will stop. Soon, people will find a new story to talk about and you will be a thing of the past.”
“Maybe when Damien goes to trial… Oh no, wait, then it will get worse. Then I’ll be the heartless bitch who drove him to murder and never spoke to him again.” He knew Damien had been calling her from prison asking for a visit, which he had forbidden. He didn’t try to control anything she did, but when it came to Damien, he made his wishes known and she had respected them thus far.
“You don’t have to see him. He did what he did on his own. You have moved on and soon these people will too.”
Sliding up to kiss her, he pulled back, smacking her thighs. “Now back to this ball. I’m going to have to show you how you’re supposed to use it. Grab the handles.” She followed his directions and he slipped up, sliding between her legs. “You see, you’re supposed to put your weight on it. It has several different uses.” Tugging at her shorts, he slipped them down her legs.
“Tonight, I’m going to show you my favorite way to use it.” Slipping his fingers inside her, he leaned in to kiss her neck. “The thing is; you have to keep your hands there no matter what I’m doing. Deal?”
“Mmmhhh,” she nodded her head as his fingers moved inside her. Sliding back only for a second to pull her shirt and sports bra over her head, he went right back, slipping his head between her legs as well. Sliding his tongue over her as his fingers worked in and out, he got to taste her and felt her tiny quakes as he brought her closer to her first climax. Her body was shivering, and he loved it; he loved bringing her to her inevitable release.
In the months of being with her, he had gotten so in tune with how to produce an orgasm and always took full advantage of the fact that she loved being ate out until she came. He loved giving head, he loved giving it more than getting it back. She had returned the favor a few times, but he didn’t do it for that. He did it for the pure enjoyment of the act. The thought of getting her wet with his mouth and then pounding her walls with his hard shaft was enough to make him cum before he was even inside her.
Pushing her legs up further with his shoulders, he licked the side of her sweet clit and blew a little air over it. Tickling her convulsing cavern with his greedy tongue, he held her tighter as she gyrated against his mouth. “Bend.” He reached up, grabbing her hair, making her body fall backward on the ball. One of the other things he loved was her flexibility. He had pretty much taken her everywhere he could think of in any way he could come up with.
Flicking his tongue and working his fingers, he pulled her hair, and she began to shake. “Hands on the ball,” he whispered and her moisture flowed against his tongue. Ravishing her body, making it quake, he felt her legs come up and as they shook, he brought them over his shoulders.
Listening to the humming of the air conditioner was the only inkling he had that it was still running. It felt like he was in the sauna, listening to her say his name as he brought her closer and closer. Captivating, caressing, devouring her, he brought her orgasm forward and she screamed out louder than he had ever heard.
Pulling himself up, running his hand over his chin that was covered in her, he pulled at his drawstring and she sat up watching him. Running her eyes over him, he saw that she wanted to move. She wanted to touch him. “Stay right there; don’t move an inch.”
Dropping down in front of her, he leaned in, kissing her neck, working his way down her chest until he had her nipple in his mouth. Kissing, licking, sucking and then, following it up with a light nibble. He pushed her shaky knees apart and ran his hand up her neck. He could feel her dripping core throbbing against his stomach as he kissed her, but he stayed trained on her breast until she shook again.
Grabbing her hair, snatching her head back, he lined himself up and thrust forward, sliding past her sleek folds. While her walls massaged his rod, he pushed in and out, swearing nothing ever felt better. Watching as one of her hands slipped from the ball, he kept going, issuing his final warning.
“Hands where I put them. Sit there and take it.”
Running his hands and mouth back up her chest, he kissed his way to her belly button and swirled his tongue around it. Seeing the goosebumps appear on her skin, he reached up, grabbing her neck, bringing them closer together. Pulling her legs to rest around his waist, he brought himself on top of her and the ball, holding her hands in place.
“This is the part where I would normally let you get on top, but I think you need a little more ball time.” Thrusting forward, he felt her shudder and pushed himself deeper.
“Liam! Mmmhhh… yes… more please.”
“Begging gets you extra ball time,” he hissed against her neck. Kissing her while he thrust, he could feel everything getting to him. In trying to teach her a lesson, he was making himself crazy. Her wetness was intoxicating and he was so close to cumming, he had to make sure she was there. Sliding his hand between them, still kissing her sweet lips, he worked on her nub and felt her squirting on his fingers. Her juices were so warm and thick that he knew he was headed for one hell of a climax.
“You love me, babe?”
“Uhh, yes,” she moaned. “I love you. God, I love you.”
“I love
you too. I really love the way you feel when I’m inside you.” Closing her eyes, she bit down on her lip and he kissed the outside of her mouth, reaching back to dig his nails into her thigh. “Cum for me baby.”
Rolling his hips into her a few more times, he almost slipped when her body began to shake and he got lost in the gathering storm. “Liam, yes. Yes, baby. You make me so wet.”
“Let go.” He snatched her body. “Hands off the ball.” Lifting her off the ball, he pulled her against the wall and smacked her sweaty palms against his back. Smashing her back into the wall, he worked her against it. “Cum, baby.” Ramming her body, he was met with the dizzying sensation of his climax bubbling between them and went harder.
Pushing himself all the way to the hilt, he pushed her legs higher with each thrust until he heard the thunderous scream she let out. Letting her body go through the twinges of her powerful release, he threw one last thrust and tipped himself over the invisible edge. Standing with her legs wrapped around him, he kissed her with his last free breath.
Sliding her hand over his flustered face, she gave him a lazy smile and he brought them back to their workout mats. Laying her down, he towered over her with her legs still wrapped around him. “I think you need to quit,” she uttered through her ragged breathing
“Quit what?”
“Training, because, if all your workouts end this way; I’m going to have a problem with that.”
Rolling off her, laying on his back, trying to catch his breath, he shook his head. “None of my workouts are this intense. Everyone else does what I ask when I ask them to. You’re stubborn and need extra attention.”
“You wanna show me some attention in the shower? I think I may have worked up a sweat.”
“God, woman. What has gotten into you? Are you trying to kill me?”
Over the past few months, she had been taking him down. Liam knew he was a person that always loved sex and thought he would never get enough of it, but Draya had been giving him the business. She would climb on top of him in the middle of the night and ride him so hard that he came harder than he ever had. Whenever he came, he would think it was the end, but she would keep going, sparking another erection that always ended up lasting most of the night.
“No,” she grinned. “I’m just trying to get the most out of my workout today.”
“Go ahead, I’ll get some shower gel out of my locker and meet you there. You don’t mind smelling like me, do you?” he laughed.
Giving him a playful grin, she shook her head. “I always smell like you.”
After watching her walk away, Liam headed off to his locker, tossing his clothes inside. Looking it over, he reached inside and pulled out the shower gel and slammed the locker shut. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned. “Babe, I told you I would meet you there. Get the water ready so I can clean you off and then get you dirty all over again.”
“I can’t say that you’ve gotten me dirty in a while. I guess I finally know why.” Sighing loudly, Liam tried to push past his annoying visitor only to be grabbed by her. “Don’t leave. I stopped by to see what you were doing. I saw your car. I never imagined I would see who you were doing.”
“It’s not your business who I’m with.”
“I beg to differ,” she smirked. “The way you just took her out there is the way you used to take me, Liam. We used to be so great together.”
Moving her hand from his arm, Liam crossed his arms, not caring that he was fully naked. He just wanted to get his point across. “Look, I’m done. Sleeping with you is something that will never happen again. I have a woman and I love her.”
“You’re going to lose everything for her. I control—”
“Yes,” he hissed. “You control my dad’s money. I know this, Alea. You never let me forget it, but no amount of money is worth losing Draya. Our deal is off. Keep it all, I don’t care anymore.”
Liam had tried so hard to end things, but she just didn’t seem to be getting the hint. He had slept with Alea for the better part of her marriage to his father. He had tried to break things off, but she wasn’t taking no for an answer. He hadn’t slept with her since before Draya’s first time training with him, and it was why he suspected that it was her that was harassing Draya. She had known before he did what was developing between him and Draya. He thought the fact that she had picked up on it had driven her to do some ridiculous things.
Watching something flicker in her, Liam stood his ground and crossed his arms. “All the little side things you’ve been doing need to stop. I’m not coming back to you and it was a mistake to even be with you after everything that happened. You’re not going to keep messing with her.”
“I have done nothing. I had no idea you were serious about her. You don’t do serious, remember?”
“Well, I’m serious about her.”
“Does your woman know our history?”
“No, and she never needs to because it’s just that, history. Our dealings are done because if you talk, you lose just as much as I do.”
Liam knew it was a long shot to get her to back off, but it was all he had. He couldn’t allow her to keep harassing him. All the late night calls and secret meetings she had roped him into had to stop. Draya was getting suspicious and the last thing he wanted was to lose her. He hadn’t touched Alea in that way in a long time, but he knew Draya wouldn’t see it that way; she would definitely be pissed about all the secrecy.
Watching Alea scratch her chin, he got a bad feeling and held his hands up. “Just stop the bullshit! I’m so over this hold you had on me. I will never have sex with you again; the last time was it.”
“Hmm, well, I don’t know what else to say other than turn around.”
Turning slowly, Liam found Draya behind him, looking like she wanted to murder both him and Alea. Reaching his hand out, he was met with a loud slap followed by Alea’s laughter. “I wouldn’t laugh too much, bitch because you’re about two seconds away from one of your own.” Watching Draya jump, Liam caught her before she could land the punch she threw.
“How ghetto of you,” Alea laughed. “This must be what Liam fell for. He always did have a thing for projects.”
“How about I project my foot to your ass?” Lunging at her, Draya was again cut off by Liam, giving Alea time to scurry out. She was kicking and screaming at him and by the time her feet hit the floor, he was met with a much harder slap. “Get your hands off me. How long has this been going on? Hell, is she the one fucking with me because you’re screwing her?”
“I think so, but I’m not—”
He didn’t get his statement out before she fired off another slap. “You liar!” She screamed. “This is what has been having you so wound up; your double life.”
“It’s not like that. We’ve been over for a while.”
“Did you do it for her?”
“What?” He stepped closer and she backed up.
“Kill him,” she yelled. “Did you kill your father to be with her?”
Feeling his heart break, Liam held his hand out and shook his head. After all they had been through he couldn’t believe she would think that. He had all but confessed everything he had ever done, and here she was questioning him. “You said you knew me. You said you believed me.”
“I thought I did,” she sobbed. Shaking her head at him, she turned away and he could still hear her crying. “I can’t listen to you anymore. We’re done.”
“Draya don’t... you don’t know...”
“Shut up,” she screamed, storming out.
Watching her throw her clothes on, he just stood back, trying to give her a minute to cool off. When she was finished getting dressed, he watched her snatch his keys and stomp out the door. Knowing Draya as well as he did she had to be going one of two places, so he just let her leave. He reached for his cell and called Brittney up. After two rings, she answered, sounding half asleep and he felt bad.
“Call me when she gets there, please.”
“What? Oh hell, wh
at did you do?”
“Just call.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to keep being your middle man. Get your shit together,” she slammed the phone in his face.
After getting dressed, Liam called for a taxi and waited for it to arrive. He felt like he had been sitting forever, but it had actually only been thirty minutes of him waiting on the curb in the hot Georgia weather. It was dark, almost midnight, but it was as hot as it had been earlier in the day, or so it felt like it to him. It could have just been the heat radiating off of him; he was more stressed than he had ever been. Not even Alea’s torture made him feel this way. He had to talk to Draya; he had to straighten this mess out.
Once he was loaded into the taxi and headed home, he kept looking down at his phone, waiting for Brittney’s call. Over the past few months, Draya had gone over to Brittney’s whenever she didn’t want to talk to him for whatever reason and he would always call letting Brittney know she was on the way.
Pulling up to his place, he paid the driver and went upstairs. He still hadn’t gotten the call from Brittney, but he assumed she had probably stopped off somewhere. Honestly, he hoped he would open the door and find Draya sitting on the couch waiting for him to explain things. Reaching for his spare key and unlocking the door, he saw that his place was dark and knew his second theory was a bust. She wasn’t there and his heart felt heavier. If she was home, he would have had a better chance, but now, he knew he was going to have to work a lot harder to fix this.
Deciding to go ahead and have that shower while he waited for the call, he went back to his room and pulled his drawer open for some fresh clothes. Looking around the room, he noticed some things missing and sighed. Flopping down on the bed, he laid back, closing his eyes. Unsure of what to do, he laid on his pillow and his eyes focused in on the silver set of keys on the other pillow next to something white.
Picking up both objects, his mouth went dry. Throwing the keys and clutching the object in his hand, he knocked everything off his nightstand, screaming out into the air. “Fuck!” She was gone. She left his keys and looking straight ahead into the closet, he noticed her clothes were gone too. She left him and took something important with her; his baby. The pregnancy test in his hand confirmed that.