by Dani René
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.”
Liam
“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. Flattening 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 carp
et. 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.
Emma
“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.
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me this now.”
“Emma, I found him…” He takes another deep inhale, and my body is now shaking with trepidation. “…He was hanging in our bathroom three months later.” Caramel eyes that usually held such affection for me are now glazed over, and the ache in my chest for this broken man cracks my heart wide open. A loud gasp is all I manage because my mind can’t fathom how a sixteen-year-old boy wouldn’t be severely scarred after seeing something like that.
“Liam, I am so sorry. I mean, there isn’t anything I can say that will make it right or okay…” My voice trails off when he looks at me.
“There’s more.” He offers a rueful smile. “I am, was, well… Fuck. I was an addict for a long time. I was in and out of rehab for years. My brother dragged my ass back and forth. I would be sitting behind bars, or worse, lying dead somewhere if it weren’t for him. I fucked women because they were objects. I treated them like shit because most of the time I didn’t know what I was doing. The next morning, I wouldn’t remember anything.” His voice is a low growl. “I’m still battling a lot of that. Every day is an uphill battle. The ache to pick up a bottle, the need to drink runs in my veins. Jesus, I can’t even stay clean for very long.”
Lifting me, he places me on the sofa and pushes up, stalking to the fireplace. With one hand gripping the brick mantel, I watch the muscles in his back tense. His knuckles are white with the tight grasp he has on the brick, and I am certain it’s going to crumble.
It’s quiet, but I can hear his deep breaths. The tears I have been holding on to spill as I blink. “Liam, please don’t push me away. Everybody has skeletons in their closet. Life isn’t easy. It’s difficult, shit, but you’re stronger than that.” He turns slowly and methodically, his gaze is heated and sad at the same time, making my head spin.
“I wish I could give you what you want and what you need, but I shouldn’t be in a relationship. I’m too vulnerable and I become dependent. If it didn’t work out, I’d break. My willpower is non-existent.”
“So, you’re just walking away?” My question hovers between us, and he shrugs, which makes me angry. “Look, I can’t begin to understand what you went through. But to be honest with you, I think you’re pushing me away out of fear. You’re scared to let someone love you because you don’t love yourself.”
“You don’t understand.” The frustration in his tone is clear, and he’s right, I don’t understand. “I can’t do this. If I fall off the wagon and do anything, like hurt you...”
“You won’t. Liam don’t—”
“It’s what I do, Emma!” His voice booms through the living room. “I will not be able to live with myself if I did.” With that, he storms away, leaving me gaping at his outburst. All I hear is the slamming of his bedroom door as he shuts himself away again.
He is so infuriating. He doesn’t have to treat me like I’m fragile. The truth hurts more with him shutting me out. Padding to my room, I shut the door with a soft click and grab my phone. I know it’s late, but my sister will have to listen to me whine. As soon as I hear her voice, tears well in my eyes.
“Em, are you okay?”
“Liam, he’s… I mean…” A frown furrows my brows.
“I know. Callum’s on the phone with him. God, can either one of you ever behave yourselves?” Her incredulous tone would have me giggling if I wasn’t so heartbroken. I like Liam, a lot. More than I want to admit. But the fact that he’s gone to his brother for advice makes me feel better about our fight. Perhaps he’ll see reason.
“Well, he’s being an ass.”
“And how do you figure that, little sister?”
She saw us together in London. She can’t tell me that she doesn’t remember the way he treated me, like I was precious to him. Even Callum saw it because he told me he’d never seen his brother smile so much. “Tay, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it. We work. Me and him. In our fucked-up-ness, we work.” She’s quiet and I know she’
s contemplating my words.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. You do realize you can’t change him, right? You need to accept him as is and just be there. What if things get rough? Are you going to run like you always do?” Her words sink into my heart. She’s right. Every time I have ever had something difficult to deal with, I’ve fled. When my parents told me they were moving to London, I jumped at the chance to go. Running from the boy who wanted me to move in with him, when I realized he was in love with me and I couldn’t handle the pressure of a long-term relationship. Every time life threw me a curveball, I dodged it and made my escape. Can I handle Liam at his worst? If it came to that, I think I could. Although it’s not enough to think. I need to be sure.
Liam
“I told you to keep your dick in your pants, but you never listen, do you?” Callum’s voice is low. He’s probably worried Tayla will overhear.
“I told her. She knows about everything.” He knows how difficult it is for me to talk about shit. About my past.
“Everything?” His question grates me.
“Yes, everything.”
His heavy sigh comes through the line. “Are you sure you’re not going to fuck this up? Because you know this isn’t a game to her. If you hurt her…”
“I know. Don’t lecture me.” I plead. I want him to trust me.
His response is brutal, but honest. “I don’t have a choice, brother.” Crashing onto my bed, I shut my eyes. All I see are those pretty brown ones. That long, flowing brown hair. Those amazing tits. Groaning, I push up off the bed. “She could be your salvation, but you need to decide if you’re willing to take the chance and follow through. Do you understand?”
“Yeah.” My body’s in pain. The tour took a toll on me and the upcoming local shows will be our last—we all know it. Cal doesn’t want to admit it, but I can’t do this anymore. The knock on my door drags me from my worried thoughts. “Give me a second,” I call out. “I got to go, I’ll see you in a few days.” Once I’ve hung up, I push off the bed.