“And you have about ten minutes to do very bad, bad things to me. So start strippin’,” I order.
He waggles his brows and kicks off his shoes. “Yes, ma’am.”
I giggle at our eagerness, and as soon as we’re both naked, Liam wraps his hand around my neck and draws me into him, crashing our lips together frantically.
“God, Mads. Do you have any idea how much I love you? How crazy you make me?”
I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him. “If it’s half as much as I love you, then I’m guessing a lot,” I say against his lips.
“Half? Do you not understand my feelings for you? Most of the time I hold back so I don’t scare the shit out of you.”
Tilting my head, I blink and look him in the eyes. “Don’t. I want every single part of you. You were my first and only, so I want to experience everything with you.”
“Maddie, baby. The feelings I have for you…they’re so goddamn intense. I want you every second of every single day. And I don’t mean just sexually. It’s enough to just be near you. Close enough to touch you. Hold you in my arms, where you belong.”
“Considering how our relationship started and everything we’ve been through, I wouldn’t want us any other way. Desperate, intense, frantic. I like knowing you want me as much as I want you,” I tell him honestly.
Liam startles me when he grabs my arms and bends me over the pool table, positioning himself between my thighs. I plant my palms down and arch my back, widening my legs for him. “I don’t just want you, baby. I need you.” He threads his fingers in my hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling until my head touches the felt of the table. “Physically, mentally, emotionally. Every fucking aspect of the word. I’d have no purpose without you in my life.” Liam aligns our lips until our mouths are on each other’s. I love every side of him—soft and gentle, sweet and caring—but I’m especially fond of his rough and passionate side.
He abruptly enters me, stroking himself against my pussy before he pulls out, then rams himself in again. I gasp at the intensity but want him to continue his sweet assault. Liam palms my throat, keeping my head close to him as he nips my bottom lip. Thrust after thrust, he brings me closer to the ledge, so damn close I’m about to cry out in misery if I don’t come soon.
“Even though it’s been months, I’m still torn up that I hurt you the way I did,” Liam grits between his teeth as his free hand slides to my hip. “Every choice I made in Vegas led to me marrying that witch, betraying you, and you getting hurt in that car explosion. I fucking hate that I did that to you.” He slides out slowly before thrusting back in. “The guilt eats me alive every day.”
He mentions feeling guilty, and I know he’s not just talking about me, or us, but Tyler too.
When Victoria set Tyler up after the fight in Vegas, Serena agreed to be his lawyer. Once the bail was set and the judge read his charges, Liam nearly lost his shit. With the number of drugs and guns they found, there was enough to put Tyler away for fifteen to twenty years. Even though it was his first offense, he crossed state lines, and the judge wasn’t empathetic. Serena managed to get his bail lowered on account of him being former military and not having a criminal record. Liam made sure Tyler’s bond was quickly paid, and he was released. While he awaited his next court date, Tyler wasn’t allowed to leave California, so he stayed with us.
One morning I woke up and Liam was gone, leaving me with a note that he went to Vegas to handle Victoria. I was so goddamn pissed, but by the time he returned and told me what he did, I lunged into his arms in relief. He told Victoria his plans to tell the DeFrancos of their affair if she didn’t fix this, and when she called his bluff, he drove to Mickey’s and put a gun to his forehead. I’d never known Liam to be in such a full-on rage before, but he’s loyal as hell to the people he loves. Once he told Mickey what evidence he had and what he’d do with it, he threatened Victoria into helping Tyler or would leave her and the babies. Mickey cared more about his family finding out the truth than being with Victoria, but at least now Liam knows he has a secret weapon if Victoria ever tries anything again.
Unfortunately, it was too late to get Tyler out of his charges due to the physical evidence they found. She managed to pay off someone to reduce his sentence to eight years. Serena claims he’ll probably get out in five years with good behavior, but anything could change between now and then. Though we’re all devastated, it’s better than the twenty he could’ve had.
Tyler started his sentence four months ago in April, and it’s been an emotional whirlwind since.
I’d never seen Liam so distraught even after all the shit we’d been through. Watching his friend go to prison from events that Liam started has really hit him hard these past several months. I know he feels at fault, but Tyler chose to get involved. He knew the risks, and although neither of us could’ve predicted this would’ve happened, I wish he’d stop beating himself up over it. Proving Victoria’s motive for setting him up would’ve been nearly impossible too. Tyler’s not ready to confess all his sins and rat out the mafia, given the consequences he’d face for being a snitch. As disgusting as it is to think, he’s actually safer in prison than in Vegas right now. So for that, I’m somewhat thankful. Hopefully, once he’s out, all of this can be forgotten, and Victoria will leave us alone forever.
“I know, Liam,” I say softly. “Use me, baby. Take out your frustrations on me. It’s what I’m for.”
Liam lets out a breath and slows his rhythm. “Not happening. I’ll save that for kicking Mason’s ass in the ring.”
A giggle escapes from my throat, and Liam picks up his pace. “All I want to do to you is love you, so let me.”
I suck in my lower lip and nod. His hand slips from my hip as he smacks my ass with a loud crack, pushing me forward. With a yelp, I catch myself and lower my body as Liam drives us closer to release. A few months ago, I told Liam I wanted us to sometimes be rougher during sex. Being that he’s the only man I’ve slept with, I still want to try different positions and experiment. Though most of the time when he gets rough, he ends up slowing down and showing his sweet side. Even in Tahoe City, we experimented with the blindfold, but it turned romantic. He still thinks I’ll break, but I’m ready to prove him wrong. I love it when we make love, but I also like changing things up too.
“Harder,” I beg, lying on my cheek. “Don’t be gentle.”
“Maddie…” His tone is a warning, but I don’t care.
“Harder,” I press.
Liam grips both of my ass cheeks in his palms, parting them and pounding into me like I asked.
“Yes, like that,” I say around a moan.
“Put your hands behind you, Mads,” he orders. I quickly do as he says, and he reaches up, then wraps his fingers around my wrists, holding them there. “Fuck, baby. You look so damn sexy right now.”
I smirk, looking over my shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
“Goddamn,” he grunts. “So beautiful.”
He keeps going, climbing us closer to the edge, and just when I’m about to unravel, he slides his palm up my back and yanks my hair so hard my pussy tightens, and I explode.