Tate approaches us. He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to Liam. “I was going to treat Zoey tonight, but there’ll be other nights. I think you two need this more than we do. Go and talk. Be just the two of you for a while. I’ll deal with all the fans.”
“Thanks, Tate,” Liam replies and takes my hand.
As we walk away, I hear Zoey saying to Tate, “Did you just create more work for us and give away our room for the night?”
“Sorry,” Tate apologizes.
“Don’t be. It’s the reason I love you, Tate. You’ve got a massive heart.”
Liam and I emerge out of a side door. It’s quiet and away from the fans. I’ve managed to stay hidden from them so far, having only been introduced to everyone as Zoey’s assistant. “Where are we going?” I ask Liam.
He looks down at the object Tate handed him, and I realize it’s a key card to a hotel room.
“Nice.” Liam smirks. “It’s the key for the presidential suite at the Four Seasons. It’s one of the best hotels in Seattle.
I panic a little. “I don’t have any stuff with me.”
“It’s okay, someone will bring it over later. We need to talk, Yivi. I’m not going to pressure you into anything you don’t want. I’m not that sort of man. But…” —He stops and looks at me. My back is now turned to the door of the sleek looking sports car waiting to take us to our destination— “I can’t get you out of my head. I want to explore every inch of your body like I’ve been discovering your mind. You entice me. You’ve captured me, and I think I’m falling in love with you.” He opens the car door, and I look inside. My eyes feel as though they have gone as wide as saucers. “Do you want to give our marriage a try? Do you have feelings for me, or am I being silly? Tate is giving us a chance to talk and discover what being together as man and wife could mean for us. I’m terrified about getting in the car, and I can see by your face you are as well, but I want to try. Say no, and I’ll forget it. Tell me you don’t want the same as I do, and we’ll go straight back to the bus.”
“I do,” I reply almost immediately.
I need to see where getting in this car takes me. I can’t be the scared little girl anymore. I’m a woman now, and I want to learn what that means in all contexts of the word.
Liam helps me into the car and the driver speeds away from the venue of the concert and toward my destiny. I reach out and take Liam’s hand. He wraps his fingers around mine and squeezes. We don’t say anything the entire journey, simply sit in a comfortable silence with our hands joined together.
When we arrive, Liam helps me out of the car, and we stride through a private entrance to the hotel and straight up to the top floor and the presidential suite. The décor takes my breath away when I see it. It’s vastly different from the hotel in Las Vegas. The walls are cream with hints of red and wooden panels in a grey color that make the room look luxurious. I could get used to staying in places like this.
“I’m going to take a quick shower because I’m really sweaty after the concert. Why don’t you get a drink, and I’ll be back in a minute?” Liam makes his way toward a door leading to another area of the room I assume is the bathroom. There seems to be several different areas as far as I can tell, including a large lounge area, a dining area, and a closed door leading to the room that I suspect will get my pulse racing, the bedroom.
“Okay,” I reply as he disappears into the bathroom.
I look around for a mini-bar like the one they had in the other hotel. I don’t see anything like that, but I do find a bucket full of ice containing a bottle of wine, and next to it there’s a tray of strawberries covered in chocolate and two glasses. I feel instantly guilty. This was all laid out for Zoey and Tate, and we’ve taken over. I make a vow to let her have a day off soon and take on all the work so she and Tate can enjoy themselves.
I remove the wine from the bucket and pour two glasses, one each for me and Liam. I take a sip of mine and enjoy the chilled, floral flavors as they slip down my throat. As well as loving chocolate, I decide I like wine. It feels sophisticated.
I hear the shower turn on and an image of a naked Liam with rivulets of water cascading down his toned body flashes through my mind.
I can’t be the scared little girl anymore.
He’s my husband legally.
I need to take what I want for myself.
Slowly, I walk toward the bathroom with my wineglass in hand. I take a couple of sips for courage and push the door open. Liam doesn’t see me at first through the steam clouding the shower door. Eventually, he must catch a glimpse of me standing here, and I watch as he uses his hand to wipe down the glass door. He stares directly at me, but it’s the hardening of his cock that draws my attention.
He turns the water off and steps out of the shower. I don’t move, simply watch him as he pulls a towel from where it’s been warming on a heated rack and dries himself. I can feel my heart beating quicker as he slides the soft material over his body, removing the moisture. His cock is still hard, and he dries it carefully. My skin prickles with sexual heat.
“I’m guessing the time for talking isn’t now,” Liam says, dropping the towel on the floor and leading me into the bedroom.
He’s still naked, and I feel myself growing wet between my thighs as I watch his pert backside move. He turns around just as I lick my lips.
“You like what you see, Yivi?” He chuckles, and I must flush bright red, for my cheeks feel as though they’re on fire.
“It’s a really beautiful sight.” I eventually manage to get some words out.
“Can I ask you something?” Liam reaches out and strokes my hair.
“Of course,” I reply, staring up at him.
“The cult taught you that marriage was for making babies and to give the man pleasure, but did they teach you about your own pleasure? Did they explain that having intercourse isn’t the goal all the time?”
I shake my head. “No, I was told I had to lie on my back and take what my husband chose to give me.”
“I’ve got so much to teach you.” Liam reaches to the hem of the band t-shirt I’m wearing and pulls it off, over my head, so I’m left in my bra. He reaches around to the back of my bra and unclips it. At first, I move my hands to keep my breasts covered, but the hooded look on Liam’s face tells me he desires to see all of me, and I want him to as well. I lower my arms to my side, and my bra falls to the floor.
He sucks in a deep breath. “Perfect.”
Next he reaches around to the waistband of my skirt and undoes it and lets it fall. I step out of the leather material and kick off the stilettos I’m wearing at the same time. All I have on now is a pair of white panties Zoey and I purchased on a shopping spree in Las Vegas.
“If at any point you want me to stop, just say so. I’m going to be gentle with you.” Liam reaches out and takes my hand, leading me over to the bed. He helps me to lie down on the crisp, white cotton sheets before lying beside me.
“You’re so beautiful,” Liam says as he looks over my body.
“I think it’s you who’s more like a work of art,” I tell him as I tentatively reach out and stroke my hand over his sculptured chest. “Show me everything.”