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Never, in all the times that we’ve been here, has Liam taken the stage. And I knew before I started coming out with them, that he hadn’t done it before me either. Nate said once, after spending an hour trying to convince him to sing Baby Got Back with him, that he never goes up there because he is as tone deaf as it gets. I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Liam just nodded and turned his gaze back to the stage. But I also know from being around this group long enough that despite his over confident demeanor, Liam Beckett has a mean phobia when it comes to being in front of a crowd. Something that Dani has had way too much fun with in the past.
That knowledge is what holds me to my seat. When he stood from the couch, I instantly felt his loss and my body moved to the edge of my seat, almost as if it was trying to stay connected when I lost his weight against my side.
When the opening to Van Morrison’s, Brown Eyed Girl fills the air, I gasp. Liam, with all the confidence in the world, takes the mic and opens his mouth. His voice ringing out around us, booming through the speakers, hits every note as if the song was written just for him.
Perfect pitch.
His body moves with the beat and even with a song like Brown Eyed Girl, Liam’s movements look nothing short of sexual to me.
My heart speeds up and I know, without a doubt, that he’s planned this moment just for me.
You’re my brown-eyed girl.
As I watch him work the crowd like a pro I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin. The need to have those hands, the ones that are holding the mic to his lips, on my body is burning me alive.
He keeps singing as he jumps off the small stage and makes his way over to our area. I can see our group eating this up. Clapping and singing along with him as he takes the final steps until he’s standing right in front of me.
“Hell yeah,” Nate yells and grabs the mic when Liam hands it off before the song finishes and I hear him belt out the end of the song as the crowded bar gets even louder.
“Darlin’,” he pants and reaches out a hand for me to take. I don’t move. I can’t imagine what my face looks like right now, but whatever he sees brings a smile to his lips the likes of which I’ve never seen before. “Take it, baby. Take my hand. ”
With a trembling arm, I reach up and finally take his hand.
I MIGHT PUKE.
If the churning in my gut is any clue, it might be soon.
Fuck, this better work.
When I hear my name called out, I shove that feeling aside and make my way to the stage, tagging the mic from Todd, the announcer, and waiting for the music to start.
Never once taking my eyes from where Megan is sitting.
Fuck, this better work.
She’s moved since I stood, her ass just about to fall off the edge of the couch. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes holding me captive.
Yeah, baby, I’m sure you didn’t see that coming.
When the song starts, I instantly forget my hatred for being on display like this and look at Megan as if she is the only woman in this room. She might as well be. As I jump from the stage and make my way to her, making my intentions clear as I keep my eyes locked to hers, I’m rewarded with seeing her eyes light a fire and that desire I’ve been waiting to see, start an inferno. Her chest is moving rapidly when I take the mic from my mouth and shove it blindly toward Nate.
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This is it.
Moment of truth.
I know, from Dani, that Megan has been living a little lighter since I left last week. I also know, from her help conspiring to get Megan here tonight, that it’s a green light, full steam ahead for number two on our list.
The rush that’s flying through my body from my little moment in the spotlight is making my breath come out in pants, but I keep on, eyes on the prize as I reach out and hold my hand out for her.
“Darlin’. ”
Her eyes go from my hand to my face. I wait for the panic to wash her features, but when I see a hunger that could rival my own take over, I feel my body relax and with a grin stretches my lips.
Thank Christ.
“Take it, baby. Take my hand. ”
To anyone watching I’m sure it looks like the simplest of gestures. But I know, I fucking know, if her hand hits mine that she finally sees what I’ve been waiting for. That she is ready. Ready for me to give her everything.
I hold my breath. The magnitude of what this moment means hitting me like a tsunami.
This. This is it.
When her soft skin comes up and even through her trembling movements I know, my girl is ready.
Time for number three.
“Time to go,” I tell her and she nods. It’s small, but she nods. I bend down, grab her purse and turn without saying a single goodbye to our friends and walk out the door. Not with Megan behind me, nervous or scared, but with her matching me step for step as we head through the bar and out into the warm Georgia night.
When we reach my truck, I unlock the door and help her into the cab, handing her her purse after she clicks her belt. She looks in my eyes and gives me a smile, not timid at all. Her smile is strong and sure.
“Ready?” I question.
She closes her eyes, clears her throat and her smile grows, “Yeah, Liam. I’m ready. ”
“That’s my girl. ”
I lean forward, hands pushing into the soft hair around her face and I curl my fingers, giving her the slightest pressure before I press my lips to hers in a kiss that demands her compliance. It’s a kiss that shows her without words what’s to come.
Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to hers and pray I can get through the next step without my rock hard cock taking control.
Soon. But not yet.
I round the hood and jump into the driver’s seat, turning to look at her as her fingers run along her swollen lips. She moves her head and when her eyes hit mine, those lips tip up and a carefree excitement takes hold of her nerves and I breathe easy knowing I’ve finally broken through.
“Where are we going?” she asks as my truck bounces through the dirt path we turned off of just seconds before.
“A little late to ask, darlin’,” I joke.
“Well, I don’t think I was able to form a sentence that would make sense until just now. ”
“Yeah?”
“You, Liam, kiss me stupid. ”
My laugh comes out quick and I turn to look at her for a second before returning my eyes back toward the dirt road before us. I know this road like the back of my hand, but in the dark I know better than to take my attention away for too long.
“Stupid isn’t how I want you. ”
“How—how do you want me?” Her question is just above a whisper and the quiver attached to each word works my cock so well, she might as well have wrapped her lips around my shaft.
I can see the clearing just ahead and I wait until the truck’s parked before I answer. Turning slightly, I reach out and with one finger pop her seatbelt free. Her eyes follow my hand and as the fabric of her seatbelt moves across her chest she pulls her arm free and lets it clang against the side of the truck.
“How do you want me, Liam?” she repeats, her body moving slightly so that she can see me better.
Reaching out with both hands I grab her hips, curl my fingers into the soft skin and pull her toward me. She helps, just as eager as I am to be closer. Her legs move, straddling my lap, and when the weight of her body settles against my lap, we both moan. My hands, still at her hips, pull her toward me in a rocking motion that has the heat of her pussy warming my erection to the point that I’m questioning if I just came a little.
Her small hands come up and wrap around my neck. “How do you want me?” she says with her lips moving against my own.
My tongue comes out and I trace the curve of her bottom lip. When her mouth opens slightly, causing her lip to move closer to my mouth, I nip it with my
teeth, pulling it slightly before letting go. Her eyes hood and her hips rock forward against my hold, causing my fingers to dig in tighter.
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“Tell me, Liam. How do you want me?”
Rocking her against me again, I watch as her head rolls back and I bring my head toward her exposed neck. Running my tongue over the soft skin from her collarbone until I reach her jaw, where I once again give her a soft nip.
“Do you feel it, darlin’?” I ask, ignoring her repeated question.
Her head tips forward and she nods.
“No, baby. Do you feel it?”
She takes a few stuttered breaths and as I wait, I run my hands from her hips, up the tight material of her black tee and when my hand passes right under her pits, my thumbs roll over her erect nipples before I continue my path, until my hands curl around her neck and I pull her head forward until she has no choice but to look at me and only me.
