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And fuck, tonight, I don’t want the reminder that this thing between us has a hard stop ahead. But that’s how it works. It’s the only way I get to have her at all.
So, I do it. I look into her eyes, andChrist, they’re so pretty. So soft and tender, and the way they search mine feels fucking real.
Her knee slides up my side, her heel tracing the back of my thigh. I’m right there, my cock notched at her opening, waiting. She says it every time. I’m ready.
Her lips part, and I brace.
But instead…
“Liam, please,” she whispers, her hands framing my face. “I need you.”
* * *
Stormy
A little voicein the back of my mind wants to know what the heck I’m doing because there’s more I’m supposed to say. There’s a wall I’m supposed to be reinforcing. There are words with the power to erase this vulnerability I swore I wouldn’t expose again.
All I have to do is say them.
But as Liam holds himself above me, his eyes searching mine with a concentrated intensity that ensures the significance of this suspended beat isn’t lost on him… I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that I’m still on the same page we started from.
I don’t want to tell him that this thing between us is meaningless to me when it’s become the most meaningful thing in my life. I don’t want to lie to him, and I can’t lie to myself anymore, either.
And so, I don’t. I let my silence sink in and those words he’s waiting for fall away… and I hope.
His brows slam together as recognition strikes. With a feral groan, he thrusts, filling me completely as his mouth lands on mine in a crushing, brutal kiss that tastes like the purest relief. Like emotion beyond anything I’ve known.
He moves inside me like a man possessed, one hard full-length stroke after another, each demanding more of me than the next. My pleasure, my heart, my trust.
And I give them to him.
With every sigh, moan, and panting plea, I beg him to take more. Take all of me. To give me all the parts of him he’s been holding back.
And he does.
Liam is relentless. His body hammers into mine like he’s been leashed for a hundred years, and finally, he’s slipped free.
Oh God.
Yes.
This.
It’s everything, and suddenly, I’m there, over the edge.
My body clamps hard with each pounding thrust as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. And then Liam is there too. Another deep thrust and he’s following me with a shout. His fist bunches in my hair as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, shudders once more, and utters my name.
* * *
Liam
Slayers are at home tonight,and we’ve already met with the coaches, watched tape, and had a team lunch. I’m parked at a foldout table beside O’Brien, a mug of Sharpies and an abandoned stack of Slayers merch between us and a handful of guys circled around.
O’Brien’s got his phone out, playing a clip from the recreational league game his wife, George, tended goal in last weekend.
“This is it coming up.”
I watch as one of the opposing players comes in hard. The guy’s at least twice her size, but she’s a badass who played in college and doesn’t even blink. Only then he pulls this bullshit move taking him straight into the net.
