Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alyssa
I was beginning to wonder why I even stopped at my mother’s house. All she could do was rant and rave about Liam, about how sweet he’d been while I was sick.
I’d avoided her for a couple days, having heard all the gushing that evening when I finally had enough energy to try and leave.
“I thought you hated Liam,” I snapped.
“I never hated Liam; I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” she replied.
“And now?” I gasped.
“I don’t think he’s out to hurt you,” she defended.
“That doesn’t mean he still won’t,” I argued.
“True. But, what is life without risk?”’ she chuckled.
Who was this woman? What had he done to my mother?
“I don’t like risks,” I smirked.
She laughed.
“Yes, well, without risk, you get no reward,” she interjected.
What a cliché.
“Anyways, I think it would be nice if you made peace with him, at least gave him a chance,” she suggested.
“How do you suggest I do that?” I snipped.
She walked away, towards the kitchen, so I followed.
“Bring him lunch,” she smiled, pushing a tray of tamales towards me.
“Seriously?” I sighed.
This was her plan all along. I came here to have lunch with her, not be bullied into spending my half day with Liam.
“Just take it,” she insisted.
I took the tray and stood there contemplating how to win the argument. It was useless. Every scenario I ran through my mind, I lost.
“Okay, fine,” I agreed.
I had been thinking about Liam, not that I’d admit that to her. I’d already told her too much.
She practically pushed me out of her house and to my car. I’d never seen her so aggressive about hooking me up with a man—breaking me up from one, sure, but not hooking me up.
I got in my car, thankful at least to be away from her, and drove towards Liam’s. I hadn’t talked to him, only through Holly. I didn’t know if he was busy or if he’d started his job early. Maybe he didn’t want to see me.
There it was: Liam’s house. His truck was in the driveway, so I pulled in behind it. My heart raced as I remembered our encounter, so hot, so steamy.
Stop it, Alyssa; just deliver the food and leave.
I walked up the walk and stepped up onto the porch. Loud music blared from inside, so loud I didn’t think he’d hear the bell. I knocked hard and then rang the bell anyway. He didn’t answer.
The front door was cracked open, but I couldn’t see him inside.
I pushed the door; it was unlocked. The music blared loudly, shaking the house with the bass from the rock song, and Liam was nowhere to be found.
A slight touch to my side made me jump, squeal, and nearly throw the dish of tamales into the air. I turned to see Liam, shirtless, sweaty, so fuckin’ hot.
“You scared me,” I said loudly, only to be met by deaf ears.
He quickly reached for the stereo, turning the music off. The room fell silent, almost eerily from the earlier chaos.
“What?” he asked.
“I said you scared me,” I repeated.
“Sorry. What’s this?” he questioned, eyeing the dish in my hands.
“Mom sent you a tray of tamales,” I explained, pushing it towards him.
He took it, but his eyes stared into mine. It was obvious he wanted to say something, but was struggling not to.
“That was sweet,” he said softly.
“Yeah. She’s sweet on you all of a sudden, I guess,” I shrugged, still not sure how to handle my mom being sweet on Liam.
He laughed. Oh God, that laugh.
His chest had sweat dripping down towards his navel. I tried not to watch the drop roll through the indented ab muscles, but I couldn’t help it. My mouth watered, suddenly very thirsty.
“I got to go,” I said quickly, turning to rush out the door.
My arm tugged back, Liam’s strong hand gripped around it.
“Where are you running off to so fast?” he asked.
“I-uh,” I stuttered.
I had no answer. I had nowhere to go.
“Stay and eat with me,” he suggested.
I was hungry, but the fear it wasn’t for tamales made me want to pull away. So why didn’t I?
“Okay,” I whispered.
He walked into the kitchen, releasing my arm. I watched as he stretched his back muscles, reaching up to the top shelf for two plates. They were old, orange and white striped, the ones his mother used when I’d have dinner at his house as a school girl, as Liam’s girl.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked.
“Beer,” I quickly answered.
Liam slid the plates onto the table next to the tamales and reached into the fridge, pulling out two beers.
“Have a seat,” he nodded towards the table.
I slid into the chair, still unsure if I should even be here.
“So, you had a short day at work?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Sorry, I’m a mess. I’ve been out back cutting down a few trees,” he informed.
His skin glistened with sweat, his muscles so tight they looked as if they’d rip through his skin. I didn’t mind.
“This place hasn’t changed much,” I noted, looking around the room.
“No. I still need your help,” he hinted with a wink.
My designer brain started kicking in. There was plenty I could do to turn this into a nicer place for Liam to live. But did I want to get that close again?
Liam lifted one of the tamales from the pan and put it on my plate, and then returned to the dish for one to fill his plate as well. He slid the chair out, grinding against the wood floor and causing me to jump.
“You look like you’re feeling better,” he noted and then took a swig of his beer.
“Yeah. I am. Thanks for the other day,” I muttered.
I felt foolish that he had to take care of me and see me that way. I was in bad shape.
“My pleasure,” he smiled.
I laughed.
“Pleasure is a strong word,” I pointed out.
“Well, I enjoyed taking care of you. The shoe part, not as much,” he chuckled.
Oh God, I’d thrown up on his shoes. I’d forgotten all about that until now.
“I’m so sorry,” I groaned.
He just smiled, scooped up a large bite of tamale, and shoved it in his mouth. I watched as his eyes closed, his tongue rolled around his lips, and he moaned with happiness. I knew that moan.
“These are amazing,” he gushed.
I picked around, taking a couple bites from my own as he scarfed up his and then went in for seconds.
“You’re still not really hungry?” he questioned.
“Not really,” I admitted.
I hadn’t had much of an appetite lately.
“Damn, that was good,” he roared, pushing his chair from the table.
My eyes were stuck on his chest, his beautiful, muscular chest.
“I better go,” I said quickly, scooting my chair back with that same loud grinding noise against the floor that made me jump.
Liam followed me as I made my way to the door. I reached out for the handle and then felt his hand clasping around my arm once again. I closed my eyes. Be strong.
“Do you have to rush off?” he asked, his voice seductive and smooth.
“I need to get home and get a shower,” I quickly made an excuse.
“I was just getting ready to shower myself. You want to join me?” he flirted.
Oh my God, yes. I wanted to join him. I wanted to wash his rippled abs, to taste his neck, feel his cock. I wanted all of it.
“No,” I giggled, and started to pull away.
His grip tightened.
“You sure you don’t want to explore why I’m so good at sex? I know how unanswered questions bug you,” he teased and then released my arm.
I didn’t flee like I thought I would. I couldn’t move. I was embarrassed that I’d sent those texts to him, but more than that, I wanted to take him up on his offer.
My knees started to weaken, sending me towards Liam, limp and vulnerable in his arms. Oh my God, his chest was so warm, so sticky and sweaty. Dirt covered his shoulders, his thick shoulders.
“Now I’ve gotten you all dirty,” he whispered in my ear, leaning down to kiss my lips.
My eyes closed, my lips parted, and I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth, stroking my tongue with precision and skill.
He walked backward, me in his arms, our mouths connected, and me following him without a fight.
At the bathroom door, he pulled back and stared deep into my eyes, but didn’t speak. His arms gripped around me tightly, lifting me from the ground and carrying me into the small tiled room.
“Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes,” he said seductively, slowly lowering me to my feet.
I let him undress me, slowly, sensually. First, he removed my shirt, then my bra, the ugly one that was comfortable, but not for a man to see. He moved to my pants, slowly pulling them down from my hips. I stepped out of them one leg at a time and smiled when his eyes lifted to mine in surprise that I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Fuck, you drive me wild,” he growled, standing before me, his mouth hungry and searching mine once again.
My bare body pressed against his sweaty chest, my breasts sticking to his skin from the sweat and grime. My hands caressed his sides, finally stopping at his jeans, moving to the front so I could unlatch his button and zipper.
His jeans opened easily, his hard cock pushing through the material and into my hands. He pushed the denim from his body, kicking off his boots, and then the jeans.
He stretched to the side, pulling his warm erection from my hands. My eyes were closed, soaking in the delight of our bodies so nude, so close. A crumple of foil, a condom I assumed, and then the water blasted on, and then a steady stream from the shower danced against the porcelain tub. I felt my body being guided towards the sound. I opened my eyes, stepped over the tub, and into the water. It was warm, soothing, and, with Liam still holding me, erotic.
His blue eyes were filled with emotion, strong, powerful emotion. He pulled me closer to him, so close the water splattered around us, unable to penetrate between our bodies. Our mouths connected, lips meeting gently, and then tongue entangling with a wild passion.
My leg lifted as his hand squeezed my ass cheek and then gripped at my thigh, pulling it upward, towards him. His cock rested between my legs, stiff, hungry, delicious.
Soon, my other leg lifted, his hand beneath my thigh, pulling me upward again, towards him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, let him lift me around him, my legs wrapping around him tightly as my pussy spread across his washboard abs.
A gasp escaped my lips, causing me to release from our kiss. My body rose and then lowered, my weight pushing him into me, slowly at first, and then with a quick rush, all at once. I cried out.
Liam spun me around, pushing my back against the cold tile wall. He pushed into me hard, and then harder. Moans rolled from my throat, echoing in the small room as his thrusts grew faster, more powerful.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, giving himself room to push in another inch, and then two. Soon his was deep inside me, filling me like I’d never been filled before.
My body trembled and quivered as he effortlessly lifted me up and then down onto his cock.
The water tickled, teasing my skin, flicking at my hardened nipples, rolling between us, grazing my clit. I cried out again, this time louder, calling out his name and God’s.
His mouth explored my skin. First my neck, sucking, licking, and softly kissing until my body started to tingle all over. Then, his tongue rolled across my shoulders; his teeth bit down into my flesh gently before continuing to my breast.
My hips rocked in rhythm with his, building an orgasm so powerful I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Soon, Liam’s growls turned to short grunts, his teeth sunk into my breast, tugging at my nipple as his cock started to throb inside of me. A loud, long groan told me he was close, and as my throbbing began, it was enough to push him over the edge.
My body tensed, released its orgasm, accepted his, and then fell limp against the wall and in his arms.
His mouth pushed hard into mine, kissing me furiously, passionately, and then lifted me from his member, placing me back to my feet.
My legs were wobbly, trembling, and unsteady. He chuckled, holding me up as I regained control.
I started to say something but was met with his finger across my lips. He shook his head, shared a warm smile, and then reached for the soap. He lathered me up, washing every inch of my body with diligence. It was sensual, intimate, something I’d never experienced before, nor would want to with anyone else.
He gave me a t-shirt of his to wear, one long enough to barely cover my ass cheeks. I fell onto his bed; he pounced on me, smiling like a wild alley cat with a mouse.
“We still haven’t made it to the bed,” he grinned.
My legs lifted, wrapping around his waist. He was already dressed, but I knew I could change that quickly.
“We’re here now,” I smirked.
He groaned as if he were in pain, and then leaned down, gently biting the flesh of my neck.
“I can’t. I have to get Holly,” he reminded me.