Watching Liam with Jade, my heart felt like it had dropped to my knees. It makes no sense that I would be jealous of him for giving my sister one dance, but something about the way she looks at him just doesn’t sit right with me.

Now, I kiss Liam in a way I’ve never kissed a single person. I can’t lie. I feel a little like I’m marking my territory. And I’m completely fine with that. Plus, I love the way Liam’s neck tastes. His rugged stubble brushes on my own cheeks. I’ve never considered myself small or delicate. I’m almost five feet six inches tall, and I’m lanky and a little awkward if anything. But with Liam wrapping his arms around me on the dance floor, I feel tiny.

I suck hard on the skin of his neck and Liam even growls a little bit and curls his fingers into my back. Maybe I’m so put off by the way Jade looks at him because she has a history of wanting what I have. It’s like when I got my first job as a cocktail waitress in New York at age nineteen, and she had to one-up me by coming in and being a bartender.

And fucking the guy I had a crush on.

I know. It’s mean to say that about your sister. She swore she didn’t ‘mean to do it.’ But I had a crush on him, she knew it, and she went ahead and did it anyways.

My hand wraps around Liam’s body and slides down to his lower back. My God, the man is made up of pure muscle. He’s a marvelous specimen of a human. If I were a sculpter, I would have commissioned him to be my model.

“City Girl.” He growls into my ear, and I release his neck from my vampire-like grasp, look up at him and smile. It’s the first time I haven’t been offended by him calling me that. On the contrary, I feel the blood rush to my belly as I flash back to Blackwell where he insulted me with the name.

Right before he took what he wanted.

Me.

But wasn’t I just a vulnerable girl, looking to escape for a moment, for a night, from the stresses of my everyday life?

“Come on.” Liam growls, taking my hand and leading me off the dance floor.

“You want to leave during All of Me?” I protest. “But John Legend is my favorite.”

He pulls my arm, forcing my body into his. He cocks his head and his expression is almost menacing. He finishes his drink and sets it down. I suck down the rest of my whisky ginger as well.

“I need you right now, Haley. Do you understand? That was the agreement.” He says, his voice a low tambor under the music.

“I understand.” I mutter, because I do. I don’t know what he’s planning, but if he thinks he needs me, I need him more.

He leads me through the double doors of the balcony, then to the bar, where he orders another drink for each of us. Taking my hand again, he guides me to a frail looking ladder that leads up to the rooftop of the building.

“Please.” He says, then winks. “After you, City Girl.”

“You want me to climb...that thing?”

He nods, and gestures for me to give him my drink.

“What’s even up there?” I ask. “And if I go first..you’re going to see all up my dress.”

His laugh booms out over the lake to the south. “Really?” He asks. “After what happened on the altar today, you’re worried about a little peep show on the roof where no one can possibly find us? You truly are something else, Dagny.”

I roll my eyes, then head up the ladder, taking it one step at time.

“Nice ass, by the way.”

I glance down, and he’s staring straight up at me. I sigh. “Will you ever not comment on my ass when we’re alone?”

“Hmm let me think about that.” He says. “Yeah, that’s doubtful. Better get used to it, Honey.”

I reach the top of the ladder and hoist myself up to the top. Liam follows me, somehow effortlessly climbing in spite of the fact that he carries two drinks, doesn’t grip the ladder, and weighs a solid hundred pounds more than me.

He puts the drinks on the rooftop, and lifts himself up to join me.

I briefly peer over the side of the roof, then step back when a feeling of vertigo overcomes me.

“Wanna jump into the lake?” Liam smirks.

“Shush.” I tell him. “Don’t make me look over this ledge more than I have to. Why did you want to come up here anyway?”

“I wanted to come up here so we could do this.”

He swoops me up into his arms, and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, levitating off the ground.

Downstairs, people are dancing and drinking. But this--Liam and I--this is the life of the party. This is where I want to be. Oh God, this where I want to be.

More times than I care to admit, I’ve been the girl who forgets to live in the moment. The girl who covers for her friend who goes out back to the alley behind the bar to make out with the cute busser during her shift.

But I’ve never been the dirty girl doing the thing. Having the fun.

Tonight, as Liam props me up so I can wrap my legs around him, holding me by the ass, I realize for once I finally am that girl.

I’m that girl.

A surge of gratitude knocks into me, and I grab Liam's face with my hands and kiss him like crazy. My lips linger on his lips, shift to his stubble, his sharp chin, and down to his neck.

I wiggle free and stand, facing him with my hands on my hips.

“You trying to get away from me, Haley?”

“There is no Haley,” I respond as I unknot his tie and pull it free. “Only Dagny.”

He licks his lips and runs a hand through my hair. “I like Haley. But I think Dagny is my favorite.” He smirks.

My need pulsing through me, I unbutton his shirt one button at time. “Well, Dagny is needed right now.” I say. “She’s the expert at getting your clothes off.”

I’m fully crazy. I am at least halfway to the halfway house. I’m talking about myself in the third person. There is nothing sane about me anymore. It’s as if Liam’s put a spell on me, one that puts the logical thinking part of my brain on permanent hiatus.

But there’s nothing I can focus on right now, other than the man in front of me. The way he breathes. His fresh, manly musk. The way his eyelashes frame his light brown eyes when the moonlight hits them.

I’ve never let myself go like this with a man. Yet, with Liam I feel so free to do whatever I want without judgment. I don’t feel like myself anymore. It’s like I’m growing into a new self.

And that new self has a name.

Dagny. Dirty ass girl from New York.

With each button I take down, I kiss his chest with rapid desire, soaking him with my whisky stained breath. I work my way down his six pack and to his belly button. When I reach his belt, I’m squatting, and I kneel down to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his fly.

“Jesus, Dagny,” he says, his breath heavy. “What do you do to me?”

On my knees now, I glance up at him as I feel his hard girth through his boxer-briefs. “I do the same thing to you that you did to me earlier today.” I grin, butterflies fluttering in my stomach cavity.

He focuses his eyes on me and runs a hand on my hair. I feel the strength of his hand and think, this is a man who could destroy me if he wanted to. From his legs to his arms and his core, he could easily break me down. Instead, in spite of how much of an outward angry asshole he is, he would do--and has already done--everything and anything he can for my pleasure. The last few days have been some of the weirdest and best of my life.

And as I kneel before him, I realize I would do anything for him, too.

I’m totally at his mercy.

But. That doesn’t mean I’m about to let him take control of what we’re doing right now. I want to watch him squirm while I give him a blowjob he’ll remember forever.

I pull his pants down to his ankles, and he helps me get his shoes off. Next, I yank his boxer-briefs down and his sizeable package flops out.

I gasp a little bit, and then giggle as the thing hits me in the face with an audible thud. Gazing up at him through cloudy eyes, I run my tongue along his tip, down to his shaft, and back. He groans into the night time air. I circle kisses around his thighs and abs, loving how hard his stomach is, how I can feel his fingers tensing, wishing me onto his cock.

“We need to get this off.” He mutters, tugging at the shoulder strap of my dress. “I want to see your tits while you suck me.”

“I need your help with that.” I say and stand up, letting him take hold of the zipper and undo it.

When I spin back around, a light breeze hits me, hot air mixed in with cool. Maybe I should be cold, but a feeling of warmth spreads through me from inside.

“Stop.” Liam says bluntly.

“What?” I swallow.

“You’re fucking beautiful, that’s what.” He smirks. “God damn, Haley. Just god damn. Now I want to feel those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock”.

I kneel back down and get to work, this time not hesitating while I dive in, bobbing back and forth on his length. He’s thick, and I have to open wide. As I move back and forth, he reaches a hand down and caresses my breast, then takes off my bra.

I grip his base and slide my hand back and forth on his slick cock in tandem with my mouth, and he moves his hips a little to match.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. Just like that, Dagny.” He groans.

I close my eyes and take him deeper. He growls, and I must be hitting a special spot of his because he forces himself deeper, past my tongue, and into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls my head off of him.

I shift my eyes up to him. His body glows magnificently in the moonlight.

“Touch yourself.” He grunts. “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your face.”

“Yes, Sir.” I say, and barely get another breath before he thrusts his cock into my mouth again. I run my finger in circles along my clit, and the pleasure with a mouthful of alpha cock is quite a hot combination. I try to moan but with him in my mouth all I can do is make a sort of humming noise, which spurs him on even more.

He grunts, almost angry sounding, and pulls me off his cock again. I gasp, desperate for breath.

“Now it’s time for the fun part.” He grins.

“That was fun!” I snap back.

“Oh?”

“I love how well your big cock fills me. Any part of me.”

“Is that so?”

A chill runs through me. “Yes.” I admit, a little sheepishly.

“On your hands and knees, Dagny.”

I get down immediately.

“Wow. Such obedience. You’ve really come a long way since our first time.” He finishes taking off his shirt and throws it aside. Kneeling down, he whispers in my ear while he strokes his hard length. “You must really be addicted to my thick fucking cock.”

A shiver runs over me. “I am.” I choke. “Just fuck me Liam. Please.”

He pushes inside me, and I’m so wet this time, he slides right in. Slamming into me time and again, he smashes against my cervix. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls out.

“Hey!!” I grunt, frustratedly. “What are you doing?”

“This. Stand up.”

I stand, and he walks me to the side of the roof overlooking the water. It’s a gorgeous view.

He inserts his hard dick back into me, and it’s glorious.

I scream into the nethers of the lake, my cries echoing as I come. My pussy pulses, tightening around his cock, and he comes right along with me, pulling my hair as he drives into me with powerful stroke after stroke.

I feel his warm release deep inside me, almost in my stomach.

We collapse on the roof, naked, and look up at the stars, and a weird thought passes through my mind.

He released so far inside me. And Liam is as virile a man as they come. If it weren’t for the pill, I’d be as pregnant as they come right now.

“Hey baby--Haley. Shit, I’ll call you baby,” he says. “Might as well, if we are carrying this fake fiancé situation through to the end, don’t you think?”

My heart drops at the mention of ‘fake’.

This doesn’t feel fake at all.

On the contrary, this feels like the realest feeling I’ve ever had.