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Being with him is easy and freeing. He accepts me for who I am and doesn’t question a single thing I tell him. He takes each fact at face value, never reading into anything.
Liam is the kind of man I could be with for a long time… maybe for the rest of my life. And yeah, I know it’s pretty soon to have such strong feelings. And I know I don’t have much experience, since I’ve only ever been with one man. But the thing is, Jake and I were together for over twenty years, and we still didn’t last, didn’t have the happily ever after we’d both hoped for all those years ago. I’m in my mid-forties now, getting closer and closer to fifty. It’s time for me to live life to the fullest. I want to speak my truths, fear no one, be myself, open myself to adventure, and allow myself to fall in love again.
I’d like to think I deserve a second chance at life and love and all the good things in life.
“How about we go back to my place and watch a movie?” Liam says as we get into his truck.
I smirk and settle back in his seat. “Watching a movie is what we’re going to be doing?”
His hand comes to rest on my thigh, his thumb rubbing slow circles as he drives through downtown. “Well, there might be something else that we could do instead.”
I’m not fool enough to think Liam’s idea ofsomethingis a serving of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. I’m not surprised to find myself a bit ambivalent about the prospect of sleeping with Liam. Jake is the only person I’ve known in the biblical sense. He knew my body almost as well as I do. He was my first everything, and he was supposed to be my last. But that wasn’t in the cards for us. By the time we’d separated, our sex life was almost non-existent—so much so that I’d purchased a rechargeable boyfriend, much to the delight of my best friend, Dawn. I’d breathed a sigh of relief when the discreetly packaged device had arrived on my doorstep. Since then, my mechanical coochie whisperer, as Dawn had labeled it, has been the only thing pleasuring me for the last several months.
Still, I’m nervous, even while feeling hypersensitive to Liam’s strong, skillful fingers.
I laugh, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of his hand on my body. Only a few minutes later, he’s leading the way up to his house, my hand in his. I laugh as he opens the door, steering us into the living room. As I sit on his leather couch, he puts on a movie I know neither of us will be watching.
The movie starts playing as I nestle into Liam’s side. His hand runs up and down my thigh as my skirt rides up. His touch leaves a trail of fire along my leg, igniting my core. My heart is beating faster as I move to straddle his lap, and his lips find mine. He moans as his tongue glides along my lips, coaxing my mouth open and dipping inside. His hands push my skirt up to my waist as I grind against him.
Liam moans deep in his throat, his fingers slipping beneath my thong and rubbing against me, teasing me until I’m on the edge of release. The way he looks at me makes my heart leap. He makes me feel beautiful and sexy and delicate… and oh so very good. I can’t help but think about the fact that it took my ex-husband and me six months of dating before we slept together the first time (and we’d actually known each other for most of our lives even then). I haven’t even known Liam six weeks, and I want to have sex with him.
“Bed. Condom. Now,” I say between pants as he pulls the top of my dress down and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
Chuckling, he stands up in one fluid motion, lifting me bridal style—as if I’m as slender as a Victoria’s Secret model—and carries me down the hall and up the stairs to his room. He tosses me onto the bed, hastily stripping off his clothes.
He’s beautiful. His broad shoulders. His trim waist. That goddamn V-cut. And his big dick makes my mouth water. Liam’s hands are rough against my skin, the callouses on his palms creating a delicious friction as he runs them up and down my body before pulling my dress off.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom. He slips the condom on with one hand, while the fingers of his other hand work me toward my release.
After the first orgasm, he is quick to nestle between my thighs, his erection prodding at my entrance. I open my thighs wider, and he enters me, our groans filling the room as he begins to move.
I suck on his neck, nipping and kissing as he brings us closer to release. His big hands work my breasts until I’m begging him to make me come. Liam picks up speed, grabbing one of my legs and holding it open wider, changing the angle.
After several more thrusts, I’m clenching around him, my release coming hard and fast. He groans, finding his own release before collapsing beside me. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close.
“We’re going to have to do that again.” I nestle closer to him and close my eyes, a sheen of sweat coating my skin.
Liam laughs and kisses my shoulder. “We can definitely do that again.”
Chapter Ten
Liam
The moment the door slams open, I’m on my feet and grabbing the baseball bat from beneath my bed. As I start toward the living room, my mother flies into the bedroom with Chloe hot on her heels. Tracey gasps, and I can hear her scrambling behind me to cover herself as I move to block her from sight.
Mom had always been one for dramatics and ignoring boundaries, but this is going too far. Possibility of cancer or not, this invasion of privacy is inexcusable.
“What are you doing here?” My voice is hard. If it were an intruder, I’d definitely tighten my grip and deliver some incapacitating blows all over their body. But since my mother and ex-fiancée obviously are no physical threat, I drop the bat on the floor. “Get out of my house.”
After making sure Tracey is safely tucked under the covers, I quickly swipe my pants from off the floor where I’d tossed them last night, and put them on.
Without even the courtesy of leaving my bedroom, or at the very least waiting until I’d zipped up my pants, my mother says, “That’s no way to talk to your mother.” She glances past me, leaning to the side to look at Tracey. “I see you’ve been sleeping with a tramp.”
Chloe crosses her arms, her eyes glued to Tracey. “You’re lucky I’m willing to forgive you for this—this indiscretion. Sleeping with this whore is beneath you.” Her lips curls in disgust.
“Wow,” Tracey says, her voice hard. “Well, that’s a great way to meet your mother and I’m guessing your ex.”
“Shut up,” Chloe says, her eyes narrowing. “You have no business being here.”
