Page 17 of Holiday Ever After


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“As the tree crashed to the ground, your sweet little cunt gripped my cock so hard, and you dug your nails so deep into my back, I still have scars. But man, was it worth it. The way you looked…the way you sounded when you screamed my name—”

“Oh, shut up.” My spider monkey arms and legs wrap around him, and I smash my mouth over his. I kiss him hard, deep, forgoing the gentle work-up. He may have been taunting me, but by the feel of the monster pressed against me, he’s in just as much trouble as I am.

“For the record, I screamed Holy Mother of God.” I grind into him, and we both moan at the friction. He pushes me farther up the wall, his hardness rubbing against my sex.

“Oh god,” I moan and pull at his hair. How pathetic. I’m two more dry humps away from orgasming.

“What is this, high school? Get a room.”

The sound of Mr. Higsby’s voice as he walks into the men’s bathroom snaps us out of our haze. We’re still in the bar. In a hallway. In public.

We both speak at once.

“My place.”

“Your place.”

He doesn’t even bother putting me down. He walks us down the hallway to the back exit and kicks it open. Twenty more feet, and we’re at his building. He’s a caveman running with me up the stairs, two at a time. If I weren’t so turned on already, I’d combust at how incredibly sexy he is. Strong. Determined. Still a damn good kisser.

“You’re fucking trembling. You always tremble when you’re at your peak.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. It’s just cold.” I shut him back up, stealing his breath and pressing my tongue between his lips. He growls and kicks open his door, slamming it closed with the back of his shoe. I don’t even have time to prepare before I’m tossed onto his bed.

My hair falls in waves around me as I gaze up at the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. I bite down on my lower lip. He looks feral. A man starved and ready to take exactly what belongs to him.

I suck in a breath as he crawls onto the bed, blanketing me with his hard body. His lips drop to mine, and unlike before, they’re gentle, more sensual. He unbuttons the top of my jeans, grazing his thick fingers just below my navel. He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, and I moan out in pleasure when his hand disappears inside of my jeans.

“Some things never change. Always so fucking wet for me.” He grazes his finger along my slit, teasing me, then spreads me like a flower and slips inside. My fingers latch onto his hair. He pulls out and pumps back into me, each thrust painfully slow. I raise my hips, silently begging for more, but he doesn’t bite.

“Come on, don’t be mean.”

Liam chuckles against my lips. “You have no idea how mean I can be. You’re lucky I’ve been craving this moment just as bad.” He glides out and thrusts back in.

“Shit,” I hiss. “Then maybe you should show me. Get on with it—fuck. . .” I almost bite my tongue. My head arches back as he powers two fingers in, each time harder, deeper. His eyes darken as my body starts quaking under him. I cry out a breathless moan as my orgasm slices through me.

Liam’s fingers disappear, and he raises them to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. “Still sugary sweet.”

All control gone, we claw at each other’s clothes. He rips my jeans off, and I fumble with his. His shirt is over his head. My sweater over mine. Liam pushes down his pants, taking his boxer briefs with him, and releases his monster cock. “Well, he’s not how I remember him,” I comment, bright-eyed and curious about how that’s going to work out for my poor, under-used vagina.

“He’s exactly the way you remember. Hungry for you.” He reaches into his nightstand then slides a condom over his thick cock. My body trembles as he spreads my legs, opening me to him. His jaw tightens as he eases into me, his eyes locked on mine, and it feels like two universes collide. Everything around us burns to ash as our passion sets fire. The ground below us shakes. Or maybe it’s just the sputtering of our hearts. But this connection. The way he feels inside me. As if we’re both home. It’s indescribable.

He moves, his arms cradling my face, his fingers threading into my hair. His muscles tense as he pulls out, trying to go slow, but it’s impossible. The need to become one is too powerful. He powers back in, and my eyesight blurs. I suck in a sharp breath, a rush of adrenaline spiking my desire. Liam is becoming just as lost. He slams into me with the desperation of a man needing to claim me. My hands scrape down his back, my nails leaving their mark. Liam grunts furiously. Dipping his mouth to my breast, he bites at my hardened nipple, and I cry out, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.

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