“Hey, Beautiful. Did my girl get enough rest?” His Girl? Um, Swoon. He leans in to give me a kiss and the minute our lips touch, it sends this tingly sensation down my body. Oh boy..
“Yes, I did. And thank you again for breakfast. It was amazing.”
“Anything to make you happy, Peyton, that’s all I want.” He holds me tighter and I hold him back. My arms barely make it around his neck. Dang, he’s tall.
We end up back in bed for the rest of the afternoon just talking and cuddling. Who knew this man likes to cuddle? Most guys would balk at the word. It makes me realize just how special Liam is. I have no doubts when I’m with him, and that’s big for me. I was full of nothing but doubt before I met him. I felt like a failure because of Demetrius. I held myself responsible for him treating me like I was his property, because I allowed it. And in doing so, I allowed him to take control of my life instead of living it with me. But with Liam, he doesn’t expect anything from me but me.
It’s starting to get close to early evening and I still need to drop by the plantation so I invite Liam to go with me. He hasn’t seen where his sister will get married yet, so this will give him a chance to see it for the first time. I get dressed and try to look somewhat presentable before letting him know I’ll drive since I knew where it is. We jump into my car and I careen down the street, blasting some Brad Paisley. What? I’m from the South. We love us some country music. Liam just shakes his head and laughs as I sing along about partying on the riverbank.
We pull up to the gates that house the plantation, driving down the long road that leads to the main house. I take a good look around the property and everything I’ve planned for Ophelia has already taken shape. I can see the tent has already gone up. Awesome! Now I just need to talk to the manager. I park my car on the roadside closest to the front door of the main house. Liam follows me in, walking behind me with his hand on my lower back, almost guiding me. Once we get inside, I go to the office located on the first floor in the back of the house.
I see Mr. Roberts sitting at his desk on the phone. I knock to let him know I’m here and he waves hi and tells me to give him a second.
Mr. Roberts comes out to greet Liam and me as I introduce them, letting Mr. Roberts know Liam is Ophelia’s brother. After making their acquaintances, I tell Mr. Roberts I’m here to check on the reception area to make sure the tent is set up properly and to confirm the details of the caterers, the live band, the decorators and linen company. We go over the list of things that need to be complete by Thursday.
“Oh, Tilly and Joe will be here Saturday at 9 a.m. sharp to set up all the flowers, so please make sure your staff knows to set aside enough room for them,” I say. Mr. Roberts smiles politely as he motions for us to follow him to the back of the plantation where the reception will be held. Thank God I got him to agree to let them use this space for their reception. I had to waive my services for his daughter’s sweet sixteen birthday party, but my clients come first, so I did what I had to do.
After seeing the bare tent and telling him again what the staff needed to know, we exit and head back to the main house. Mr. Roberts excuses himself and leaves us alone.
“Liam, did you want a tour? I forgot to ask you earlier. It’s gorgeous here. I love that old southern charm feeling.”
“Actually, unless you have some other things to take care of, I’d rather go back to your place and spend some more alone time together,” he says with a wink.
“Why Mr. Powers, are you not enjoying your time here while I work?” I giggle.
“Peyton, I like my time with you very much. I just like it better with us in bed while I enjoy your body... in detail.” Well OK then. What the hell am I waiting for?
I laugh at him and grab his hand as we head out to my car. I get giddy just thinking of the things he’s going to do with my body... yeah, I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
We get back to my place and before we reach the front door, Liam gets a call. I’m not sure who he’s talking to and I don’t want him to think I’m eavesdropping so I whisper-tell him that I’m going upstairs. He just nods and resumes his conversation, staying downstairs. Moments later, Liam comes upstairs and tells me he wants to discuss something with me.
“Peyton, I just got off the phone with a guy Aiden referred me too. His name’s Brian and he’s the owner of Wolfe Securities. I asked him to personally see that you’re protected until we find out what Demetrius wants.”
Well, I didn’t expect him to say that. I understand his concern, I really do, but I’m just not convinced I need to have someone watching over me. I sit down and stay quiet as he proceeds to tell me about the rest of the call.
“Anyways, I think it’d be a great idea for him to shadow you for a while. I’d love nothing more than to be with you every day, but I can’t. So to ensure you’re safety, and also give my mind some peace, I’ve asked Brian to do it. I hope you don’t object to this and see where I’m coming from,” he says, looking worried.
“Liam, I understand you’re doing this out of concern and it’s really very thoughtful of you, but I just don’t feel like it’s necessary. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time now and I appreciate it, I really do, but until I feel like my life is in danger… I just don’t want someone following me around.” I smile to let him know I’ll be fine. This is crazy and will hopefully blow over soon. Demetrius has done this before and after a while, it always goes quiet. Maybe he’ll lose interest again. That’s what I hope for, anyway.
I get a call from an unknown number as we’re walking in to Peyton’s house. I hope it’s not who I think it is.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Powers? This is Brian with Wolfe Securities. I’m a friend of Aiden’s. He gave me a short run down on your situation and asked me to give you a call?”
“Yes, Brian. Please, call me Liam. I’ve been expecting your call. Aiden speaks very highly of you. He said you might be able to help me?” I sound hopeful, looking at Peyton. She’s motioning that she’s going to be upstairs as I stay down here in the living room.
“Yes, Aiden and I go back a ways. From what he has told me, the ex-boyfriend of your girlfriend Peyton has been in touch with the both of you? Has he made any threats towards you or Peyton?”
“He’s threatened me twice but I don’t know if he’s threatened her at all. She told me his emails are very vague and they always come from an unknown sender. She also received an intimate picture of us together during our first date delivered to her doorstep. The guy seems to think he owns her and keeps warning me off. He’s hurt her physically in the past and until I know for certain he’s out of the picture, I’d like someone to keep an eye on her to make sure she’s safe. I was hoping you could be that guy or maybe someone from your firm? Aiden trusts you and that’s good enough for me.” I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding. Every time I think of her ex, it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
“Liam, don’t worry. I will personally see to this myself. I understand your concern and I’ll do everything I can to make sure she’s safe. I need to do a background on her ex and go from there. I can have everything done by Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest. Are you available on any of those days to discuss this in person?”
“I’ll be out of town on Tuesday but I’ll be back by Wednesday morning. If there’s anything pertinent to this situation, please do not hesitate to call or get in touch with me. I will have my phone on me at all times.”
“Great. I’ll get in touch with you once my background on him is complete. I’ll talk to you soon Liam.”
I disconnect the call and make my way upstairs to let Peyton know what’s going on. The need to protect her takes priority over everything else in my life—excluding my family, of course. I hope she knows just how important she is to me. I know we haven’t been us for very long, but I don’t see myself going anywhere anytime soon. She’d better get used to me now.
I go to her room and inform her whom I talked to and what is going on. I
was hoping she would be on board and be all for it, but that’s not what happens. She’s not upset, but she’s definitely not for it in any way. I completely understand her point. Yes, I’m aware she’s been taking care of herself for a long time, but now that I’m here and a part of her life, it’s my job to do that. Why is she making this so difficult? Women…
I just want to make sure she’s going to be okay, especially since I have to go out of town for business. She’s got her mind so set on being independent that she doesn’t think about all the things that could happen to her. What if I’m not around? What if I can’t get to her in time? All these thoughts running through my head aren’t good but I can’t tell her that. The last thing I want to do is freak her out so I decide to let it go for now and just enjoy our time together. It’s going to suck being so far away from her.
She’s sitting down on the bed so I walk over and sit down next to her, pulling her onto my lap. I can’t be near her without getting a damn hard on so I smirk at her as she looks down at me with her eyebrows raised. She can feel exactly how happy I am to be here. I’d love to lie down next to her and talk about everything and nothing, to caress her body and hold her close, to whisper all the things I’d like to do to her delectable body—but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to do much naughtier things to her and she’s going to love every single moment of it.
“Peyton, stand up for me, will you?” She looks confused for a second but does as she’s told. I hold her in front of me as she stands in between my legs. She has on a knee-length skirt that hugs her body nicely and a sheer blouse that buttons halfway up, showing just a little cleavage. She’s so damn sexy I can’t help but lick my lips. I want to devour her in every way possible.
I get up and walk over to her sitting area that’s adjacent to her bed, taking her hand, leading her to where I want her. I sit down on one of the wingback chairs and stare at her.
“I want you to strip for me. Right now, Peyton.” I’m consumed with lust for her and I need to see her naked. She looks shyly at me but doesn’t protest. She starts to unbutton her shirt, sensually and slowly teasing me. I take my phone out and look for something to make this more enticing to strip to. Scrolling down to find the right song, I find “Angel” by Massive Attack. It’s dark and gritty and sexy as hell. It’s fucking perfect.
She opens up her blouse, taking it completely off and tossing it onto the table that’s next to her. Then she starts to sway her hips to the beat of the music and pulls on the zipper behind her skirt and my dick stands at attention, aching to get out. I’m so turned on right now, and the look in her eyes shows me how much she wants me. It’s intoxicating.
She lets her skirt fall down until she’s in nothing more than her bra and lace panties.
She picks up one leg and places it onto the table, bending over and removing her stiletto heels one at a time. I’m not sure I can handle anymore. I want to take her now. Throw her on the bed and make sweet love to her. But I’m not. I’m going to let her tease me because I know when I get her in bed, it’ll be more than worth it.
Once her second shoe comes off, she takes her finger and hooks it into the lining of her panties, bringing them down. Unhooking her bra and throwing it over her shoulder with a sexy smirk on her face, I almost bust a load in my pants. Shit.
She walks over to me and straddles me, running her fingers in my hair and massaging my scalp. It feels incredible. I close my eyes and relax back into the chair, taking in the feel of her on top of me. I want to take my time with her tonight. I don’t want to rush this. I slide my hands around her waist and move them down feeling her all the way as I reach around and grab her by her ass. It’s round and firm and fits perfectly in my hand.
She undoes my shirt one button at a time and opens it up, exposing my bare chest. Her hands are roaming all over my chest and dip down into my pants. She starts to unbuckle my pants and takes my cock out, fisting it in her hand, holding me tight while she starts to stroke me up and down. I can’t it anymore so I pick her up as she’s still straddling me and walk over to the bed. I kiss her softly, stroking my tongue against hers, licking her lips, sucking and savoring every part of her lips.
Laying her down on the bed, I hover over her and kiss her neck, using my tongue as I go to her ears and suck on the lobe until she moans my name. I continue down, kissing lightly as I go and grab the globes of her breast, taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking on them with desperation. My hand goes around her other breast as I roll the tight nub. She’s writhing and moaning beneath me, letting me know I’m exactly what she needs. What she wants. My mouth moves down her stomach and pelvis as I reach the holy land. My God. Her smell is intoxicating. I can’t get enough. She smells like a woman’s supposed to. Like pussy. None of that bullshit perfume, or body spray some women get carried away with. She smells absolutely delicious. I use my fingers to spread her open and lick her pussy up and down as I savor the taste that emanates off of her. I take my finger and slide it into her. As I finger her pussy, I take my mouth and suck on her clit, adding another finger. I suck and lick her cunt until she can’t take it anymore. I use my finger in a come-hither motion and that’s when I hit her G spot. She comes all over my mouth, thrashing her head back and forth and screaming my name loudly as she rides out the orgasm.
I come up and stand in between her legs, knowing how wet she is for me. I take my cock out and stroke it a few times, running it up and down her slick pussy, getting her ready for me. I slide my cock in her sweet pussy and her head falls back as she arches her back to let me in deeper. My hands are all over her body, taking my time memorizing every part. I watch myself as I enter her over and over and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She’s slick with wetness as I push deeper and harder into her. I feel her walls tightening up and I know she’s close. I pick her ass up off the bed and hit her hard and fast. She grabs onto my shoulders and screams her release. I’m not far behind as I thrust in a few more times and feel my balls starting to tighten up and my knees literally giving out with weakness.
One last thrust as our bodies slap against each other with sweat and I pull out quickly, stroking my cock and coming all over her stomach. I collapse on top of her, kissing her forehead, feeling like I just dumped all of myself into her. I can’t feel my legs or pretty much anything below my waist.
“Stay here, Babe, I’ll be right back.” I smile at her and get up.
I roll off of her and go into the bathroom getting a washcloth and wetting it. I go back to the room seeing Peyton still lying there in what looks like bliss. I walk over to her and clean myself off of her with the wash-cloth. She makes no attempt to move as I finish cleaning her up. I love the feeling of taking care of her in any way I can. I can’t even put into words how much this woman—my woman—means to me. Now I can definitely say I’m pussy-whipped and I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. I’m beyond happy. I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
I keep thinking this is too good to be true. That Liam will turn out to be another bad seed, another man who will mislead me and use me. I know it’s not fair that I unintentionally compare him to Demetrius, but I just can’t help it. I’m being a complete bitch when all he’s done is show me how great a guy he is. Being with Liam last night just cemented all the feelings I’ve been internally fighting. He’s attentive and caring. He’s just so… perfect. He doesn’t judge me, control me, or pressure me into anything. I know he’s not happy that I haven’t agreed to the bodyguard but that’s just ridiculous. Nothing’s going to happen.
I know he just wants to be with me and make me happy. What more can I ask for? I need to stop overthinking and analyzing everything. He’s NOT Him.
Liam stayed again last night after another few rounds of the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. That boy can seriously rock my damn world—many, many times over. He left again early this morning to go home and pack for his Kansas City trip. Although he’ll only be gone for one night, I miss him already. It
’s silly, really. I’m a grown ass woman and I’m acting like a love-sick teenager. Good God, Peyton! Is it wrong that I can’t get enough of him? It’s insane!
I don’t have much to do until the rehearsal dinner Friday night and the actual day of the Powers’ wedding Saturday since I’ve taken care of everything, so I text Max and Ken to see if they want to meet up with me and grab lunch. I haven’t seen either of them since our girls’ trip to Hilton Head. Max is the first to respond.
Text Message from Max
Sure! I don’t go into until 5 tonight so I’m totally free Doll. Did you ask Ken?
Text Message to Max
Great! Yes, she hasn’t responded
Text Message from Max
I could go for some Mimosas if we meet earlier than noon...?
Text Message to Max
I’m totally down for mimosas!! :)
Just then, I get a text from Ken.
Text Message from Ken
What up Bitch?! Where and what time??
I giggle because she’s so damn blunt! I thought I was bad.
Text Message to Ken
Let’s do 34th street café at 11. I’ll let Max know. See ya soon.
I get to the café and get a table for three as I wait for the girls to arrive. I love this place. It’s chic and modern but inviting. The round table is covered with ivory colored linen and fresh petunias in a short square vase in the middle of the table. Max is the first to arrive as I get up to hug her.
“Hey Doll! How have you been? Haven’t heard or seen you since the trip,” she teases.
“I’ve been great. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Liam actually. There are some things I need to tell you guys.”
“Things? What things may these be, Peyton? You’ve got me curious,” Max says, smirking at me.
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