It does come to an end, leaving me depleted and electrified in its wake. Slumping against Liam, it’s all I can do while he thrusts roughly up into me. Now that I’ve come (multiple times, I think), his own pleasure is the only thing on his mind.
To echo his earlier sentiment,Iam the luckiest woman on this planet. At least for the time being.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” Liam mutters and roughly pulls me off his dick.
I moan at the sudden emptiness as he comes all over my ass and pussy. It’s the closest we’ve gotten to him finishing inside of me, and I’m momentarily wondering why we don’t break down that barrier between us, too. It’s my decision, even though I have an IUD.
Then I start to think about the possibility of being tied to someone against my will—just like Stefan tried to do—and the arousal quickly deteriorates into panic.
Before I can get too caught up in my own mind, Liam is flipping me onto my back and dropping most of his weight on me. Wrapping my legs around him, I arch into his chest as the damn toy shifts inside of me again.
He kisses me roughly, passionately. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.” I’ve never orgasmed so hard, yet I’m wound up and ready for round two. Immediately.
Liam’s still hard dick drags through my pussy lips, then he nudges the tip against my clit.
“Yes, more,” I gasp. “You’re ready again?”
“After what you’ve put me through all night? Fuck yeah, I am.” He kneels and pulls my hips up with him. He notches himself at my center and pushes into me slowly this time. In fact, the entire thing is more intentional, more tender, than anything we’ve ever experienced together.
Than I’ve experienced with anyone, ever.
As he pumps into me at a controlled, torturous pace, I find myself on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by what we shared. By the last few months altogether. Stubbornly, none of them slip down my cheeks, but there’s a matching hurricane of emotions in Liam’s blue gaze while our bodies find pleasure in each other again.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Calypso
Asher plops down on one of my kitchen stools. He’s helping me take some of the props for the Halloween fundraiser Grady and Vivi are hosting. It’s their third event for the public charter school, but after the Christmas fair brought them back together last year, it’s sort of their “thing” now.
Along with the booths that the student clubs and organizations put together, some of the small businesses donate their time and services. Of course Brighter Daze is a part of that, so we’ll have a cookie booth as well as raffles for some of Chuck’s sourdough loaves. There’s been a lot of buzz for those.
Liam has to work late, since the dance studio project is running behind. There’s still no word on the auditorium chairs, other than they can expect it at the end of the month. But so far, Liam swears it’s nothing a few late nights can’t solve. If he’s going to make the crew work overtime, then he only feels it’s right for him to be there too.
I’m the same with my team.
So I called my brothers for help this afternoon. Things like this aremucheasier than emotional matters. Hudson was busy, but thankfully Asher’s the one with a pickup truck.
It’s now packed with a variety of table cloths, food containers, and wooden booth signs that Liam and Jake helped paint over the last week. The kid is talented, and he looks at Liam the same way Stella does me—like we’re the coolest people in their worlds.
It does nothing to my ovaries, but a hell of a lot to my ego.
Kids are honest and brutal, so I’d rather be admired than judged like Lexi. Her little feud with Stella is hilarious but I’m not patient, or puckish, enough to deal with a child in that way.
As promised, I’m grabbing the ingredients for the strawberry shortcakes I prepped earlier. It’s one of Asher’s favorites, specifically the kind with the sponge cake rather than biscuits.
It’s the wrong opinion, but they are easy to make for him.
“What else does Vivi still need to do for the wedding?” Asher asks, tapping his fingers along the counter. We’re only about three weeks out from that, and I have no idea how the couple is handling two events at once.
“There’s not too much. It’s mostly waiting for deliveries, I think,” I say and grab two plates. “Grab some silverware, please.”
I hear the drawer slide open and him shuffling through something, but when I turn around, he’s opening the junk drawer.
The one I haven’t opened since Liam slipped the invitation in there.
It’s right there on top.
