by Mia Kendall
“And I don’t want you to make it! We’ve only met for three days. You can’t just drop everything for me.”
“I’ve known you for four months,” I correct her. “And even if it is two days, so fucking what? I want you, I want to be with you, and I’ll do what it takes to be by your side to protect you, like I promised your father. It’s that simple.”
Meg shakes her head obstinately. “No. I do not accept this.”
“Then what’s your alternative?” I counter, disliking the way she’s shutting down on me. “That we fuck and go our separate ways?”
Meg is silent.
I stare at her, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. “That’s what you intended?” I ask in disbelief. “You were planning to just walk away from us after tonight?”
“There is no us.” Meg looks away. “We’re just a fling, that’s all.”
My eyebrows lower in anger, but Meg stubbornly refuses to meet my gaze.
“Fuck this.” I grab her hand and stride off with her, taking us back to the Jeep on the main path.
“Liam, slow down!”
I don’t answer or slow down until we get back to the road. “Get in the car,” I say sharply.
Meg hurriedly gets in and buckles up. “Where are we going?”
“Home.” I pull my door shut with more force than necessary. “And then I’m going to show you exactly what I think of the shit you just said.”
We get home in record time, and the moment I park in the driveway, I exit the car and stride over to Meg’s side. I fling open the door and scoop Meg over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
Then I slam the car door shut and head to my front door.
“Liam!” Meg says hotly, kicking furiously under where my arm is clamped around her thighs. “You’re freaking nuts—”
“Yeah, I am going nuts, thanks to you.”
“You’re out of control!”
“Again, thanks to you.” I enter the house and kick the front door shut behind me. Then I clomp up the stairs two at a time. Meg’s head bounces against my lower back with every step.
“Let me down!”
I don’t let her down until I get back to my bedroom suite—our bedroom for the past two days—and lock the door behind me.
Then I drop her to her feet and press her up against the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the short walkway. Meg braces her back against the mirror and tries to regain her balance.
“You want to throw us away like we’re nothing,” I growl. “Like what we shared the past three days is just a fucking memory.”
“It wasn’t nothing,” she protests softly. “I won’t forget you—”
“Fuck that shit, Meg,” I snap. “What the hell do you think I am, a holiday? That you can pay a fucking visit back home and turn my life upside down and then just leave? You’ll be carrying on in your city life with your fond memories of us, but what about me? Your scent is in my bed. Your footprints are all over town. Fuck, your parents live just streets away from me. You’ll have memories, but I’ll be haunted by you. What will happen when you come back to town one day with another man? Am I supposed to act like we’re friends? Am I supposed to pretend it doesn’t kill me?”
“Liam—”
“Fuck all that, Meg.” I glare down at the beautiful girl who is breaking my heart. “You’re mine. From the moment you sent that email, sounding more charming than you have a right to be, you were mine. From the moment you asked for my number with the lame excuse that your email app broke down, you were mine. From the moment you gave your virginity to me and screamed my name while you came. You. Were. Mine.”
Meg looks stunned at my outburst, and I can’t blame her. I’ve never been possessive. I’ve had a few girlfriends the past couple years, but none of them last more than five months. There were always fights about how my attention was on the pub, and I always had to make a choice. My choice was always the same.
Until Meg.
“You’re mine,” I rasp again. I take her face in my hands and push her back against the mirror, bringing my mouth down to her sweet, pink lips.
Meg moans for me, opening up immediately to let me in. We make out urgently as we tear at each other’s clothes, and in my haste, I rip my t-shirt and her bra clean off her body to bare her naked tits, and her naked pussy.
“Liam,” Meg moans, but I’m not gonna wait for her to relish the moment. I take her shoulders and spin her around to face the mirror.
Our reflections stare back at us, her body looking sexy as hell, framed by my muscular one. Her tits are full and heavy, the nipples pink with arousal. They quiver and bob with her unsteady breathing, and fuck, it turns me on like nothing else. My cock begins to swell, and I thrust it against her lower back, spreading my precum all over her smooth skin, letting it drip down to her ass crack.
“Mmm…” Meg drops her head back against my shoulder and raises her arms above my head to lace them around my neck.
But her enjoyment isn’t the first agenda this time. This time, I’m planning to prove a point to her.
I grip her chin in one hand, forcing her to look in the mirror.
“Watch,” I growl, taking in her stunned expression in the reflection. “I’m gonna teach you what happens when you makes plans to fuck and bail on me.”
Chapter Nine
MEGAN
I pant softly as I watch where Liam is forcing me to look. I’ve never been aroused and alarmed at the same time in my life. The unpredictability of Liam’s anger only excites me.
“Look at you.” He squeezes my breasts hard, lifting their weight in his hands. His fingers flick at the pink buds of my nipples. “So wet and ready for me.” He dips his finger in the clear trail of juice running down my thigh, leisurely taking in how I aroused I was for him.
Then without warning, he cracks his palm on my ass hard, a reward and a punishment. I jerk at the pain. A loud moan slips past my lips.
“You like that, baby?”
“Mmhmm.” I bite my lips.
“You want more?
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Liam—“
I beg shamelessly, unable to tear my eyes from our reflection. Liam’s body is so big and muscular that I can see his biceps and pecs, even with me in front of him. He’s just so big and powerful, so different from the guys in the city. I love that he’s showing off his strength to me.
He smacks my ass again, and I cling onto his neck tighter. I arch my back in ecstasy, thrusting my quivering breasts and nipples into the air.
Liam presses a hot, punishing kiss to my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard your eyes cross and your pussy drips with my cum.” His hand reaches down between my thighs, where I’m already wet and ready for his fucking.
My eyes roll back when two of his thick fingers work their way past my lips into my slick flesh.
“You’re so tight.” Liam’s heavy-lidded eyes watch me. “Like it’s your first time.”
I moan at his praise and clench my inner muscles around the fingers he’s giving me. He curls them inside me, pumping my flesh.
Soon, even that isn’t enough. I begin working my hips, using Liam’s fingers to fuck myself even faster.
“That’s it, baby,” Liam’s seductive voice says in my ear. “Use them like the dirty girl you are. Gonna make you work that pussy on my cock later.”
I pant loudly, hanging off his neck and rocking my hips urgently. With the combined movements of my body and Liam’s hand, his fingers are pounding into me at twice the speed. It’s almost a vibration, and his hand slams into my clitoris every time. I begin to see stars from the erotic ecstasy.
Liam takes his cock with his other hand and rubs the heads against my ass cheek. The hardness of his shaft presses into my soft flesh, then it slips and thrusts into my ass crack.
“Yes.” My eyes roll back. My whole body is being pleasured so hard I can barely stand.
“Look at you, baby” Liam says, his sexy voice taunting me, shaming me. “So fucking dirty. Not such
a good girl now, are you?”
No, I’m not. I’m obscene and lewd and filthy. I’m being finger fucked and shamed in front of a mirror, and I love it.
Liam grips my jaw painfully and forces me to watch the mirror. “Who owns you?” he taunts.
“You.”
His hand keeps pumping my pussy, and the other squeezes my left breast so hard the flesh spills around his fingers. “Who owns your firm, bouncy tits?”
“You.”
His hand at my pussy slams harder into me, and his thumb works my throbbing clitoris like a vibrator. It’s so fucking good and my eyes start to roll back.
“Who owns your tight little pussy?” his sinful voice murmurs in my ear.
“Y-you!”
His fingers leaves my pussy and press against my lips. Liam wants me to taste my own juices, and I do. I suckle on the middle finger Liam gives me until it’s clean, and then I suck some more, pretending that it’s his thick length.
“Who owns this mouth, made for sucking on my cock?”
I let go of his finger long enough to moan, “You.”
“That’s right, baby. So watch me while I make you mine.”
Liam’s hands leave my mouth and breast to grip my shoulder. He kicks my feet apart and bends me forward. I instinctively brace my hands on the mirror. My breasts dangle down, swaying slightly from my movement.
“Oh god.” I watch our reflections feverishly. Liam stands behind my bent body with his hands positioned on my waist. His expression is relaxed in a sexually arrogant way that makes my juices drip down my thighs. He has me where he wants me, and now he’s going to fuck me.
He slams forward, shoving his engorged cock all the way inside my pussy.
“Yes!!!”
Liam holds my hips and pulls me outward, making me slide away from him. Then he yanks my hips back again, slamming me down on his cock.
I cry out again, but I force myself to keep my eyes open. I want to watch this.
Liam’s biceps swell as he speeds up, forcibly moving my body and fucking me like I was a rag doll. He doesn’t care about my pleasure this time. This fucking is all for him to get his load off, and I love it. It excites me that Liam is using my body for his sexual ecstasy, and damn it, I love being used by him.
His eyes soon become glazed as he thrusts into my pussy. His lips part, and raw groans slip from his throat. My breasts bounce back and forth wildly as he fucks me.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight…”
“Liam,” I moan. “Keep fucking me...”
His eyes are still lazy as he pounds my pussy callously. I feel his cock swelling even bigger at the sound of his name on my voice.
“Don’t stop— oh god, Liam!” My voice is high pitched and breathless. “You’re so big… “
Liam’s fucking becomes rougher. “Shit, baby. Keep making that sexy sound and I’ll spill my cum all over your sweet pussy.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and my fingers curl into fists on the mirror.
“Keep going,” I chant mindlessly. “Oh, keep fucking me… I’m coming…”
Liam tightens his fingers around my ass and slams into me again and again, pistoning his hips like a battering ram. “You’re dripping wet for me.” His eyes gleam bright as he pounds into me. “You love it when I use your body.”
“Yesss...” My expression watches me in the mirror. My mouth is parted in a silent moan as I greedily take my orgasm. Liam slams his engorged cock into me, shoving so deep in me that I feel it in my womb. He holds it there for me to squeeze, and my pussy clenches around him in my climax, tightening so hard that I feel throbbing of his cock pulsing against my walls. My god, he’s so fucking big, it feels so damned good—
“Oh shit,” Liam murmurs in a ragged voice. “I’m coming, baby...Take all my cum…Oh, fuck yeah...”
He thrusts into me again, pumping so hard that my body jostles from every impact. I dimly realize I’ll need to get a morning-after pill after this, but I can’t help squeezing his cock again, greedy for the last bits of cum that Liam is giving me as he uses my body.
Finally Liam slides out of me, and my legs buckle without the support on my body. Strong iron arms catch me before I fall to the ground, and I am scooped up against a hard chest slicked with sweat.
“Did it hurt?” Liam asks gruffly as he carries me to his bed.
I bite my lip and nod once. Liam doesn’t meet my eyes as he draws the covers away and lays me down on the mattress. He doesn’t look at me either when he returns from the bathroom with a warm towel, cleaning up his cum overflowing from my pussy. He wipes his semi-hard cock with the cloth, then tosses it aside.
And he doesn’t join me on the bed when he’s done.
“Where are you going?” I whisper as he turns to leave.
“The guestroom,” comes the answer.
“Don’t go.”
Liam turns back to me with pain in his eyes. “Aren’t you angry?” he asks in a low voice. “The way I used your body. The way I tried to humiliate you.” His jaw tightens as he looks away. “I’ve never lost control like that before, but the thought of letting you go almost drove me crazy. I’ll understand if you want to be away from me right now.”
“Hold me.”
Liam watches me for a long moment. Then he exhales and comes back to bed, getting under the covers with me. He draws me close to him, resting his cheek on my head.
“Let me come to Seattle with you.” His body is large and warm as he holds me tightly. “We don’t have to date if you aren’t ready. I just want to be there if you ever are.”
“But your business, and your home…”
“Home is where you are, M,” Liam says simply. “I love Castle Rock, but more than that, I love you.”
My heart leaps at his words.
“Say that again,” I breathe.
Liam eases back to look down at me. “I love you, Meg Clark,” he says solemnly. “I’ve loved you ever since that feisty email you sent me, putting me in my place.”
And looking up into Liam’s beautiful blue eyes, I realize that the answer was so simple all along.
“I love you too, Liam,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips so naturally that I know they can’t be anything but true. “I’ve loved you since you told me I made you smile.”
Liam’s eyes warmed with fierce tenderness. “Then be with me.” He cups my face in his hands tightly and kisses me. “Don’t keep us apart. It’s fucking torture.”
“Okay,” I say against his lips. “But you can’t stay in Seattle with me.”
Liam draws back and frowns immediately, already preparing to protest. “Meg—”
“Because I’m coming home.”
His eyes widen slightly, and he searches my face like he can’t believe his ears. “You’re coming home,” he repeats.
“Yes.”
“To Castle Rock. For good.”
“Yes,” I laugh, circling my arms around his neck. I feel freer for the first time in years, like all my burdens were slipped off my shoulders. “I’ve been toying with the idea since yesterday,” I confess, “but now I’m sure.”
Liam nuzzles my neck, his grin so wide and gorgeous that it’s a whole reason entirely for me to stay. “What made you sure?” he asks me.
“Hmm, several things,” I say airily. “My mum and dad, that’s one.”
“And?”
“And Jules is here too.”
“And?”
"And the traffic here is so much better. The jams up in the city are crazy, let me tell you—” I yelp when Liam nips my breast in punishment.
“Alright,” I giggle, giving in. “There’s you. You’re the biggest reason.”
“That’s more like it,” Liam growls, grabbing my body flush against his. His cock’s already hardening.
I look up at him from under lashes. “That happy, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” he grins. “I’ve got four months of pleasure to give you. And I plan to catch up on it in one week.”
“Then we best get started.” I bite my lip. “What do you say to Round 2 now?”
Liam’s eyes flash sinfully, and he grinds his now fully erect cock against my thigh. “Your wish is my command.”
Epilogue
LIAM
Six weeks later
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
RE: We’re late…
…and your dad’s gonna be pissed. Get your hot ass down here right now.
L
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
RE: We’re late…
No he won’t, he loves you. More than he loves me, I suspect. And my hot ass is taking the damn time it needs to get dressed.
Sexily yours,
M
I grin as I read my girlfriend’s email.
These past six weeks have been nothing short of amazing. Meg moved her stuff back to town and to her parents’ place, but she’s been increasingly spending nights at my house. It’s her plan to gradually ease her parents into the fact that we’re now dating, and lucky for me, my good reputation around here makes that pill a lot easier to swallow.
Meg slipped into her new—rather, her old life at Castle Rock like a fish coming back to water. She smiles all the time now and laughs loudly, blooming like a flower in the sun. It only makes me love her more.
She’s also started doing some marketing for the pub, and honestly, business has never been better. Her free time when I’m working is spent hanging out with Jules, whose baby has arrived. And in the nights when I come home to her, she chatters away about the baby boy and how he looks like a miniature Garrett.
I smile to myself every time. I can’t wait to give Meg a baby of her own, myself.
And as for a certain fucker by the name of Richard Brooker, I went to Seattle with Meg the Monday after our weekend to sort that shit out. The bastard received a punch to his face, after which he threatened with a lawsuit. It’s a word city people love throwing around, so we slapped him right back with a lawsuit too, of repeated sexual harassment and attempted rape. The fucker’s now facing jail time, because apparently the stunt he pulled with Meg wasn’t his first time harassing women.