“Are you ready to fall?”
I freeze, not sure if he means the same thing.
He brushes my hair to the side, hitting me with a stunning smile. “I’m ready to drag you to hell before returning you back to heaven where you belong.”
Right. Not the same falling. He kisses the base of my spine, tracing some of the bones with his tongue.
Liam runs the tip of his dick across the seam of my center. “God. Look how sexy you are, waiting for me. Tied up like a present for me to unwrap.” He pulls me closer to him, causing the tie to tug against the headboard. My neck turns, giving me a better look at him, his blue eyes finding mine. We remain entranced as he sinks into me. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip to suppress a moan, the feel of him one I have yet to get used to.
Liam groans once he completely sits inside of me, his hands gripping my hips in a stronghold. My heart melts when he leans over and places a kiss on my shoulder. I want to relive this moment on repeat, the look of him tipping his head back as he thrusts in and out of me. His groans mix with my moans of pleasure.
This thing between us isn’t only a benefit. It’s not some cheap label placed on a growing relationship out of fear of the consequences. Not for me, at least. So, I show him with my body instead of words, giving him every part of me.
One of Liam’s hands leaves my hip to wrap around my hair, the blonde strands running through his tight grip. I keep my eyes on him.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Sophie.”
Why do things that feel amazing hurt us the most? I don’t have time to answer my own question. Liam increases his pace, bringing him and me to the brink of pleasure, my climax exploding along with any last defense I have against him.
25
Liam
My parents are disgustingly in love. They experience a life of daily sex, breakfast in bed, cute nicknames, and lustful looks. It was all very gag-worthy while growing up. Their type of love challenges any movie or book, a nauseating display resulting in me finding them in multiple compromising positions over the years.
I spent a week worrying about bringing Sophie over to their house because my parents can sniff out love like a shark smells blood. They’ve been curious to meet the girl I’ve spoken about for months, wondering who captured my attention while helping me stay out of trouble.
They put together a small outdoor birthday party for me in the house I grew up in. In a few days, I turn twenty-nine, which means I’m one year closer to the dirty thirties with Noah. My parents set up a makeshift dance floor because they love to dance together. Thanks to their endless dancing at parties, I was the victim of one too many lessons.
I mingle for a while with some old friends. Jax comes soon after and catches up with my parents, knocking back a beer with my dad while my mom fusses over him and his recent PR disasters. Despite Jax’s terrible decisions, my parents treat him like a son. They ignore his public blunders because he’ll close himself off like a vault.
Maya and Sophie get to the party last. I’d know, seeing as I scanned the patio every five minutes, waiting for them to arrive.
“Fashionably late. A timeless excuse no one ever questions.” Sophie stands on the tips of her toes and gives me an innocent kiss on the cheek. It shouldn’t make my heart beat faster in my chest, but it does.
Her curled blonde hair frames her face, ditching her usual braids or messy buns for my special occasion. She dresses up in a light pink cocktail dress with fluffy layers.
I bend over to check out her glitter Vans. “Beautifully late. No excuse needed.” I grab her hand and twirl her in a circle, spinning her around as she laughs and the material swirls.
“You flatter me. Give Maya a spin so she doesn’t get jealous.” Sophie lets go of my hand and pulls away.
I offer an extended hand to Maya, but she smiles while shaking her head side to side. Maya walks off to say hi to a McCoy employee she knows.
“So if this isn’t the girl we’ve heard so much about?” My mom comes up to us with my dad following behind her like the lovesick puppy he is.
Sophie pushes her hair behind her ear. “Hopefully all good things. Although, I wouldn’t put it past Liam to say embarrassing stories about me. We get arrested one time…”
My mom’s eyebrows shoot up as her head snaps in my direction.
“She’s joking. Good God, you actually thought I got arrested? I don’t know if I should be insulted. Sophie, these are my parents, Jakob and Lily.” I look at my parents.
My dad fights a smile as he tugs Sophie into a hug, shocking us both. “I knew I’d like you from the moment Liam said a girl wouldn’t give him the time of day.”