Two weeks later
Seeing the news report about Ryan dying in prison, I close my eyes. I don’t know how Liam did it, but I know he killed him, or had him killed.
“Baby, you should be trying on your dress.” I hear him call as he walks into the bedroom.
Looking up and meeting his gaze, I know I will never be able to make it through this life without him by my side. “Promise me,” I whisper to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, my heart beating so fast it feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. “Promise me that you will never leave me, leave us.” I place my hand over my stomach and tears trail their way down my face.
Getting on his knees in front of me, his thumb brushes away a tear that is rolling over my skin. “Why the tears?” He leans in to kiss my cheek where his thumb just left. “I’ll promise you the world if I never have to see you shed one more tear.” A sob rips through me. “Baby.” He pulls me down onto his lap and cradles me in his arms.
“I…” I sob. “…can’t…” I sharply inhale. “…do this without you.” My chest deflates then I suck in another breath. “I won’t.”
“Where am I going?” He takes my head from his chest, holding my face in his hands. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“B-but,” I stutter, “but Ryan. Did you do it? Will they come and take you from me? From us?”
“That is the last time you shed tears over that waste of space.” He holds me tighter. “The last fucking time. He gets nothing else.” He kisses my lips, leaving me breathless.
This time my heart starts beating hard for another reason. My body turns to straddle him and I press my mouth against his. He stands, lifting me with him, before getting onto the bed and resting back against the headboard, our mouths never leaving each other. Both of us hungry for each other. He slides the silk robe I’m wearing off my shoulders, the cold air making my nipples hard. His hands leave my face, going down my neck, his fingertips creating a trail of goose bumps till he gets to my breasts. His palms cup them, and they feel heavy already, his fingers rolling the sensitive nipples.
“Ahhh.” I throw back my head. My hips thrust forward, grinding on his hard cock.
“Fuck.” I hear him groan before he bends down, taking a nipple into his mouth, the wetness from his tongue shooting straight to my core.
“Need more,” I hiss out as my back arches.
My hands fly to his basketball shorts, grabbing the elastic. “That’s good. There isn’t a belt.” I smile and wrap my hand around his hard cock. With my knees spread on either side of him, I rub the head of his cock up and down over my opening. More than ready, I slide down his length, slowly taking his cock inch-by-inch. Our moans fill the room at the same time.
“Fuck,” Liam growls as he grabs my hips.
I lean over him and wrap my hands around the headboard. Taking control, I fuck him, sitting up on my knees and then slamming back down as I repeat the action over and over. I’m ruthless; I’ve never wanted him more than I want him right now. I’ve never wanted to have this connection more than I do at this exact moment. My pussy grips him; the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room, my tits bouncing while I go up and down.
His mouth finds one nipple while his hand plays with the other. My head falls back as I get lost in the feeling of him. My clit needing to be touched, I slide one hand from the headboard, bringing it down to my core. Two fingers rub it side to side, all while I ride him.
“Your pussy is getting tighter, baby.”
My eyes close as I take in his hands roaming over my skin, the feel of him under me, in me, consuming me. I can feel him everywhere. My tits, my hips, in my hair, he’s all over me. I can’t stop, even if he wants me to. So I don’t; I ride it out.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him just those four words, since I can’t say anything else because his mouth takes mine as his tongue pushes between my lips and tangles with mine as he swallows my moan. My pussy pulses around him, and when I’m finally coming down from it, his hips shoot up and he buries himself deep inside me as he comes. This time, it’s my mouth that swallows his deep moans.
Our kiss becomes gentle now, my hands going up his chest to wrap around his neck.
Until a knock on the door makes us break away.