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"Things I need to work out in my head." I raised enough to look at him. "Then I'll tell you, okay?"
Liam stared at me for a minute and then gave a nod. For the first time since he'd dragged me to his room, I could hear the noise of the activities coming from outside, revealing just how caught up we'd been with each other.
"So what was that shit Monk was spewing downstairs?" Liam asked me out of the blue.
I laughed. "Actually, that's what I have to work out."
A frown appeared between his eyes. "You pregnant?"
"No!" I quickly replied. "That's one of the reasons David and I are divorcing."
"He wants kids?"
"Just the opposite. David isn't interested in having a family."
"Selfish prick." His comment gave me hope. "Enough about your soon-to-be-ex. I don’t want to discuss him in our bed."
"We have a bed?" I joked, before glancing around the room. "Come to think of it, I'm not sure I want this to be our bed when I'm sure there's been a lot of, um,activityin it." I turned up my nose for emphasis and got a slap on the butt. "Ouch!" My hand flew back to smooth the sting, but Liam's hand was already there massaging it gently.
"I wasn't a monk, but those women never meant more to me than a means of scratching an itch. That's what they're here for."
Lulu had already filled me in on what the club women were used for, but thinking about Liam with any of them filled my head with all kinds of thoughts that I didn't want. Then something awful occurred to me.
"Have you and, ah, Lulu...?"
His grimace was all the answer I needed.
"Nevermind, I don't want to know." I closed my eyes, wishing that I'd never asked.
"Babe."
I opened my eyes reluctantly.
“It was just the once, and it happened when she first came to the club, well over ten years ago. Then we discovered that we liked being friends more.”
I could live with that. Relief filled me, because Lulu was a great friend. The thought of her being available to the carnal urges of the men in the club was kind of sad, but after hearing her story, I could understand why she’d made the choices that she had. She'd been on the run from a serial killer for years and had created an unorthodox life for herself in order to survive.
"You want to go back to the cookout?"
"Not really. People will know what we've been doing."
His chest moved with his bark of laughter. "Fuck, babe. You better get used to that if you're going to be with me."
I raised my head. "Am I going to be with you?"
"As soon as those fucking divorce papers are signed I'm claiming you, Harlow. In my bed and to my club."
He sounded so sure of himself that I just had to tease him. "Shouldn't we talk about that? What if I don't want to be claimed? Sounds archaic."
Liam rolled, and suddenly I was beneath him. His hands smoothed up and down my back, going further each time until he grasped my skirt and pulled it up over my bottom. I caught my breath when his hands slipped beneath my panties and began smoothing over my skin.
"That's the way we do things here, Harlow. You're mine, babe, make no mistakes about it. I've already had my fingers inside you. You've had your sweet mouth around my dick. My cum is in your belly."
I gasped, his explicit words turning me insanely hot.
"It's just a matter of time before my cum is inside your sweet cunt."
I grew increasingly wet between my thighs at just the thought of Liam coming inside of me without wearing a condom. As if to get his point across, he thrust his growing erection right against my pelvic bone.
