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He went berserk after that, making me come twice before he came, gripping my hips as he ejaculated, fingers digging into my skin as he grunted my name out, as he pumped thick ropes of his seed into me while I throbbed from the feeling of his cock expanding inside my walls, milking him thoroughly.
“Olivia… I don’t think I’ll ever get over you after tonight,” he murmured against the soft, tender skin of my neck.
Apart from that tiny breakdown moment I’d had, the sex was amazing. I never thought I could go through with it, with any man for that matter after Greyson. However, I had just been proven wrong. No wonder men could easily commit sex to anyone after a break-up; it had certainly suspended me from my own pains, even just for a little while.
ChapterForty-Five
“Doyou want to go back inside?” Liam murmured before placing my head against his shoulder, preciously cradling me.
“I don’t mind. You want to?” I tilted my chin upwards to meet his gaze. His dick was still lodged inside me. It went from half-mast to almost full-sized in lightning speed. Damn, talk about insatiable…
“We can if you like…” his breathing became harsh, “but I’d rather take you one more time before doing that…”
I had nothing against it, truly… “I’m going to be sore, Liam. I can already feel a slight sting.”
He groaned in protest. “You’re sure you can’t take one more? You’re pretty wet; I doubt it’ll hurt anymore than you’re hurting right now. We can later, if you’re still up to it.”
He felt wonderful, but I needed a breather to come to terms with what I had just done. Because no matter how I tried to convince myself that moving on was the right thing to do, I couldn’t do much with my hurting heart, aching guiltily at what I had done.
I nodded, agreeing with him. “Later would work.” Maybe after a long bath to sooth my sore areas. Besides, I desperately needed to buy time, hoping my mental state would be guilt-ridden.
We stayed for another hour and a half, mingling with the people from school. I even managed to consume a few glasses of wine before leaving to stay the night at Liam’s place. I appreciated the fact he never left my side. Each movement and flicker of my eyes, he noticed and scrutinized. He knew what was going on with me. It was overwhelming, and at the same time, comforting to have him dote on me so much. It shouldn’t come as a surprise because this was one of the main things that had made me fall for him before—before Grey had forced himself into the picture and ruined it all.
That was how things progressed with Liam—with him always noting everything I did. He never asked about me thinking about him during our sexual encounters. Though he always made sure of the fact to look me in the eyes each time we were doing the deed.
From time to time, Grey would slip himself back into my wandering mind, but I also learned how to mask it by moaning so he wouldn’t notice. It was a tough job, yet it was a skill I somehow managed to acquire within those few days with him.
It was Thursday night when he said something that made me really focus on him.
“Any plans for Christmas?” he murmured, resting his head against the headboard, relaxing after our crazy romping.
Christmas was about two and a half weeks away. My decision had been made. I was staying here to spend it with dad. “I’ll be with dad, though you’re more than welcome to join us if you’re not doing anything special with your family.”
He directed his gaze at me, his eyes dancing with an idea. “Well, I actually brought it up since your mother called me earlier, asking if I would be so kind as to escort you back home to join the rest of the family for the holidays.”
“Huh.” My mother. Fuck. Liam and Greyson dining at the same table. Fuck. Add evil Edith into the equation and it was sure to be clusterfuck. I took another deep breath, not knowing what to say next. “Huh,” I repeated like an idiot.
He threw me a considerate look, aiming straight at my conscience. “She sounded lonely. She really wants to see you, Liv.”
My main reason was Grey, and I hated the fact it was separating me from spending the holidays with my mom. My mother, who was the innocent party, was stuck in the middle, making me feel selfish for not wanting to go back home.
“I do want to see her…”
“Then let’s go,” he immediately prompted, making me feel suddenly uncomfortable.
Let’s…he was not considering the offer, he’d already decided on it.
“It’s not that easy. It’s complicated—” I tried to explain, but what came out of his lips next, left me speechless.
“Because he’ll be there,” he simply stated without question.
Looking away, I picked at the edges of his duvet cover, wondering what to say next. I mean, what the hell did I say to that? After all, I had left him for Grey. So, knowing that he possibly lived in the same household as I did might make him look at me differently. Then again, this was Liam; what was the point in keeping this from him anyway? He would eventually find a way to bring it out of me sooner or later.
Slowly lifting my gaze towards him, I confirmed his statement. “Yeah, he’ll be there.” I paused, my focus never leaving his face. “How did you know?”
“It’s not hard to guess. You confirmed my suspicions when Laura told me you weren’t going back home for the holidays, though.” If you put it like that, I supposed it was quite obvious.
“Now you see why it’s so hard to go back. It’s going to be beyond awkward.”
