When my gaze flickers to Liam, he gives me a grateful smile before tilting his head toward his father who has reclaimed his spot on the recliner."I need to talk with Dad for a bit."She nods before leading the way. Actually, it's a relief to escape from the living room and the oppressive energy.Even though it's a Friday night, the small kitchen table is littered with schoolbooks. My gaze roams over the mess before bouncing to her. Most girls Claire's age would already be out the door with her friends."Wow," I say. "You must be really dedicated to stay in on a Friday night and work on homework."The light shining in her eyes dims as she drops onto a chair, and I settle next to her. I don't remember if Liam told me what grade his sister is in. If I had to guess by the textbooks scattered across the table, I'd say middle school. One of the books splayed open is pre-algebra and most students take that course in eighth grade.She sucks in a breath before releasing a long sigh. It
"Are you sure about this?" There's a crushed gravel quality to his voice. It's all low and rough. Almost gritty.The thickness of it arrows straight down to my core before exploding upon impact."I'm sure," I murmur.Even though I told myself I wouldn't do this, here I am-standing in the middle of my living room with my arms entwined around his neck and his hands cupping my ass.When he gives my cheeks a hard squeeze, everything inside me riots painfully. Lust and longing clamor until every qualm that had been circling through my head when he first walked through my door earlier this evening is nothing more than a distant hum.With deliberate strokes, he brushes his mouth across mine. "I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for." The flintiness of his eyes slice through mine in the darkness.I almost snort. If there's anyone rushing things around here, it's me. "You're not."His hands drift from my backside before slipping beneath the hem of my sweater and gli
"Did you really think that I was going to give it to you so quickly?" He slants a dark brow at me before leaning down and pressing a kiss against my soaked flesh. "Sorry, sweetheart, I'm going to make you work for it."I'm so close to splintering apart. My body trembles with the need to find its release. All I want is to feel the warm pressure of his mouth on me.I grit my teeth as a mixture of pleasure infused pain crashes inside me. "Liam," my tongue darts out to moisten my lips, "please?"His chuckle is strained around the edges. "Please what, baby? What do you want?"Arching my body toward him, I moan, "I want you to fuck me."As soon as those words fall from my lips, he groans. "Do you want it with my soft tongue or hard cock?"It's not a question I have to think about. "I need your cock."I want his thick erection buried deep inside me, pummeling me senseless. I want him to take me the way he did before. No man has ever fucked me like that. There was something almost.
An unexpected contentment fills me as I press her soft curves against my body.Last night...It was...well...it was pretty fucking amazing.Hands down, the best sex I've ever had.In my entire life.And yes, I know I said that after the first time we were together, but this was like a hundred times better. It was crazy, almost unbelievably good. What I really want to do is wake her up and take her all over again. But I won't, because I kept her up pretty late.I don't know what it is about this woman that has pushed me over the edge. I really don't. After about ten minutes, Gia stirs in my arms before stretching her naked length against mine. The friction alone is enough to have me stiffening up."It's nice to actually wake up with you in my arms this time," I murmur. "No sneaking out at the crack of dawn."With a chuckle, she relaxes against me. The sound is deep and throaty. It does funny things to my insides. "It had seemed like a good idea at the time."I pull her close.
"Dude, where've you been? You're never around anymore." Dylan's gaze flicks to mine before arrowing to the television screen. "What? You think because it's the offseason, you can fuck around on me and I won't notice?"I snort.When I remain silent, he continues, unwilling to drop the conversation. "Seriously, where have you been hiding out?"I run a hand over the top of my fauxhawk. The gesture is a reminder of how much Gia enjoys sliding her fingers through it. As soon as she breaks into my thoughts, need spikes through me.It doesn't matter if I spent the night at her place, I'm already impatient to see her again. No matter how much time we spend together, it's never enough. I want more. Whatever this is coursing through me feels like an addiction. Even if all we do is sit on the couch together while she grades papers and I watch a little TV. Especially when there are sexy glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. I can't resist laying hands on her when she looks like t
After dropping my sister off at home, we head back to Gia's place. For once, I don't have my mind on hustling her sweet ass into bed, which is a damn shame since her fingers are already stroking over me, working their way under my jacket and shirt until they're able to graze bare flesh.I love the feel of her touch.Before she can distract me, I blurt, "I was wondering if you wanted to head over to O'Brien's tonight and meet up with a few of my friends."I give her a bit of side eye to gage her reaction. The way her fingers still against my abs has me tensing, wondering if maybe I made a mistake. My jaw locks as her blue gaze searches my face."Is that what you want to do?" she asks.Tension settles over us."I thought it might be nice to meet up with some people." I shoot a quick glance in her direction before adding, "We never really do that, you know?"We've been hanging out for a while now. Whatever this is between us seems to be moving in the right direction. At least in my
"What are you all sad bastard about, Garrison? Someone run over your puppy?" Roan claps me on the back before sliding onto the seat next to me.Instead of responding, I hoist the bottle of beer I've been working on for the last twenty minutes to my lips before taking a long swallow. Not that I thought it would, but it doesn't make the situation better. It doesn't dull the pain like I'd hoped. Even though it's been a few hours, the conversation-because I can't even say it was a fight-continues to churn in my head.I've picked up my phone a dozen times and thought about apologizing for getting bent around the axel. It's not like she wasn't right-I told her that I'd give her time, and we could take things slow.But still...I need more than what she's willing to give. Even though I didn't realize it before, these feelings have been brewing in me for a while.When I remain silent, he lifts a brow.I give him a tight shrug. "Nothing much. Just tired."He nods in understanding. "Ye
All right, I'll admit it...I'm having a good time with Liam's friends.I'm sure the two bottles of beer I've sucked down are helping with that. They've done an excellent job of loosening me up. The entire time we've been at the table, Liam's fingers have been threaded through mine. He's constantly playing or toying with them.I can't say that I don't like it. I love that he has this deep need to constantly touch me. I feel the same way. My attention fastens on him as he talks to one of his teammates across the table. I think the guy's name is Sam.One positive to having Liam distracted by his friends is that I'm able to study him when he's unaware of my intense perusal. Have I mentioned how much I love when he wears his hair styled into a fauxhawk?I was under the impression that it's his trademark look, but he doesn't always wear it like that. When he does, I have a hard time controlling myself. I love running my fingers over it.It's sexy as hell.Then again, so are the arr