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“I know.” Mikayla shrugs. “It’s just not always that easy. And Liam’s dad…” She shakes her head with a sigh.
“Yeah.”
We leave the rest unsaid, then stare at the table until I hear footsteps in the entranceway.
Ethan walks toward Mikayla. His smile is glum as he wraps his arm around her shoulders. “Wanna go to bed?”
“Yeah.” She stands and he takes her hand, tugging her up the stairs.
I slowly rise from the table, glancing at the microwave clock in the kitchen: 1:36 a.m.
Thankfully, everyone can sleep in tomorrow. Hopefully. If Liam can sleep. If he’s anything like me, his brain will be a whirlwind of worry.
He’s hovering in the living room doorway, staring at me with this lost expression.
My heart aches in a way it never has before. He’s hurting. And I feel his pain.
Is this love?
When I know I would do anything on the planet to take that sad look off his face. I’ll do anything to make him feel better, to take this burden from him.
I pad toward him, lightly resting my hand on his chest. “What do you need, Liam?”
His hand slowly curls around my arm, and he tugs me to his chest. “I need you.” His words are muffled by my hair, but I feel them throughout my body. My heart expands and pulses—a beat that’s for him alone.
“Come on.” Taking his hand, I lead him up to his room.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, I unzip his jacket and get him ready for bed. He quietly stands there, watching me as I slip the clothes off his body. He’s now standing in his boxer briefs, exposed and bare. His raw power is entrancing, and I skim my lips across his shoulder.
“What do you want, Liam?” I whisper against his skin.
“I want…” He nuzzles his lips into the crook of my neck. “I want you. All of you. I want to feel you all the way to my core.”
Swirling the tip of my tongue along his collarbone, I kiss a line up his throat, over his chin. His stubble scratches my lips, and his soft tongue is a sweet contrast when I reach his mouth. He moans deep, his arms wrapping around me before he lifts me off the floor and moves us back to the bed.
His knees hit the edge and he flops down. I catch myself before I smack into his chest, standing back up so I can strip off my clothes.
He’s watching me, so I slow down, enjoying the heat in his gaze, how distracted he is. Slipping my clothes off one piece at a time, I let him look. His eyes travel up and down my body as I work through my layers. Eventually I’m swaying in front of him in absolutely nothing.
He reaches for me, and I step between his legs. His hands curve around my naked ass, giving my cheeks a squeeze as he kisses my belly button. I breathe in his masculine scent, let those trills of pleasure race down the back of my legs.
But I want this moment to be about him and his pleasure. I want to make him come in new ways. I’ll do anything to take the sting out of his sadness, to wipe away the angst he’s been carrying for the last few days. Even if it’s just for a moment.
He’s not asking or demanding this of me, but I want to give it.
Because I love him.
Inching down to my knees, I let his tongue brush over my left nipple before I hit the floor. Skimming my knuckles down his rock-hard torso, I reach the band of his boxer briefs and slip my fingers beneath them. He leans back with a satisfied sigh, lifting his hips so I can let his impressive manhood spring free.
I slide his underwear off, then trail my tongue up his thigh while wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He groans, flopping back on the bed and covering his eyes with a murmured “Fuck, that feels good.”
I grin, pumping him a few times before licking him. I start at his balls and work my way up. When I reach the tip, he moves, perching on his elbows so he can watch me. We maintain eye contact as I suck his cock into my mouth. There’s something so erotic about this, like our eyes are fucking too.
Squeezing the base of his dick with my fingers, I lick and play with his tip, then take him into my mouth as far as I can handle.
He likes it. I can tell by his groans, by the way his fingers dig into my hair and curl at the base. His hips start to pump, and I match his rhythm.
