CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

HAZEL

Six months flew by in the blink of an eye. 

Liam went through rigorous physical therapy and surpassed all expectations, as I knew he would. He walked unassisted with only a slight limp by three months. By six, he was good as new. 

He was able to go home after only two more weeks in the hospital and continued his physical therapy at home. And he was obsessed with it. 

Every day I came home to find him doing pushups with his legs propped up on a chair or doing lunges along the walls for support.

I had to practically climb him like a spider monkey on a tree to make him take a break, on top of reminding him that he needed rest just as much as exercise. It would only set his progress back if he injured himself from over-exertion, which was my main fear. The guy was as stubborn as a mule but he would eventually listen to me.

I all but officially moved in with him the moment he was discharged from the hospital. At first, I would still go to Ash & Dahlia's after work since most of my stuff was there. But as Dahlia's belly kept growing they started dropping more hints about turning my room into a nursery.

Not to mention every time I left Liam's place, he turned on the puppy dog eyes and held me tightly until I threatened to pee on him. 

"I would not even be opposed to that," he said with a naughty grin before gently releasing his hold. "But really, it would be nice if you just stayed here." 

I emptied my room and moved my things in the very next day.

As Liam recovered, I worked part time with consulting clients while helping him with his exercise, wound cleaning, meals, and keeping his house in order. By the time six months passed, we became closer than most couples that had been married for years. We leaned on each other and provided for each other selflessly and were happy to do so. 

This was the kind of supportive, passionate, and deeply loving relationship I never knew existed. After a man run straight into gunfire and gets shot for you, how can you ever doubt his love and loyalty? 

It made me incredibly happy to be his nurse, housekeeper, cheerleader and sexual release after all he did for me. 

When he was cleared physically to return back to work, I went back to consulting full-time and life pretty much returned to normal. 

He was already home when I pulled up one evening with a stupidly big grin on my face and my phone ready in one hand. I had something I needed to show him. 

"Liam!" I shrieked when I burst through the front door. "Look, you have to see!" 

The smell of home-cooked, grass-fed burgers wafted in from the kitchen and made my mouth water but dinner could wait.

"See what, babe?" He approached me looking as handsome as ever with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder and a glass of wine held out to me.

"Ash and Dahlia just had their baby!" 

I accepted the wine from him and thrust my phone into his face, where the photo of my tiny little niece, Rosie Ava Forsyth, filled up the screen. 

His eyes lit up and he smiled a genuine, affectionate smile at the sight of the tiny newborn.

"Damn, she is really cute." He glanced at me and winked. "Those good Forsyth genes."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed as I took a sip of wine. "She looks exactly like her mom. I wonder if she'll have our dark hair or Dahlia's gorgeous platinum blonde hair."

"Well, I hope our kids take after their drop-dead gorgeous mom." 

Liam returned my phone to me and encircled his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a deep kiss. He never failed to greet me with wine and kisses when I came home from work and it always made my heart flutter. But right then it fluttered something extra. 

"Our kids?" I asked, breaking the kiss abruptly. 

"Well yeah," he replied as if it were obvious. "When the time is right, of course. I want you all to myself first." 

"You really want kids with me?" I asked, tears of happiness springing to my eyes. "A family?"

His hand caressed my cheek and neck as he placed another soft kiss on my trembling lips.

"More than anything, my love." 

He pulled away and lowered his hand to mine, where he pulled me into the kitchen. 

"But first, wine and dinner." 

***

Dinner was absolutely delicious. My cooking, although decent enough, didn't hold a candle to Liam's. I was secretly thrilled when he was well enough to cook so I could be spoiled by his food again. 

After a couple glasses of wine and flirty banter over dinner to heat things up, my body was roaring for his hands to be on me and inside of me. 

"Mmm, I want a blindfold tonight," I murmured as we made our way to the bedroom, delivering teasing kisses and bites and gropes in preview of what was coming. 

"Really?" he asked with surprise. "You're sure, babe?" 

After my kidnapping, I couldn't wear a blindfold in bed without feeling panicked and out of breath. I still loved being tied up and spanked but we'd forgone the blindfold for several months. 

"Yes," I breathed. "I think I'm ready to try it again."

Liam abruptly yanked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my ass and lacy pink thong to the air that hummed with our chemistry. 

Crack! 

I hissed at the first sweet sting of his firm hand on my ass. He yanked my hair back as his other hand snaked under my blouse to squeeze my tits, my nipples already hard enough to cut glass and as sensitive as my clit. 

"Then ask for it like a good girl," he snarled. "Don't demand it like a little brat." 

Crack! 

"Please, sir," I whimpered as my ass heated with the delicious fire from the impact. "Please, may I have my blindfold tonight?"

He shoved me to my knees, facing toward the bed while he remained standing behind me. 

"Take the rest of your clothes off and shut your eyes," he ordered. 

"Yes, sir," I purred as I obediently pulled off my blouse and unzipped my skirt. 

I paused, kneeling on the floor in just my matching pink lace bra and thong, knowing he was watching me and relished in the subtle control I had over him.

Making my movements careful and deliberate, I pulled my hair in front of my shoulder for easier access to my bra clasps. I separated the hooks and slowly let the band peel away from the center of my back. 

Slowly bringing my fingertips up to my shoulders, I peeled off the bra straps one at a time. I held the cups in front of me for a moment before tossing my bra to the side, releasing my breasts from their cage and my nipples to the air. 

Leaning forward, I placed one hand on the floor while I hooked my fingers of the opposite hand into the edge of my thong. Slowly enough to torture him, I peeled the thin fabric over my swollen, tender ass cheeks and away from my already drenched pussy. 

Behind me, I heard Liam inhale a sharp gasp at the sight of my naked body kneeling on the ground and patiently waiting for his lead. 

My heartbeat quickened at the weight of his footsteps behind me. With a soft gasp, my lips parted at the touch of soft fabric on my shoulder and caressing down my back. 

Liam brushed the silk blindfold against my cheek, then let it drape in front of my shoulder. My nipples pointed even harder at the luxuriously soft sensation on my skin. 

He raised it slowly, letting it tickle and caress my skin before flattening it across my eyes and gently tying it behind my head. 

"My good girl looks so beautiful," he murmured as he gently turned me around to face him. "Like a perfect little doll." 

I inhaled sharply as he pinched my nipples between his fingers, spreading his palms over my heavy, swollen breasts with a firm hand. 

"Do you know what good girls get as a reward?"

The answer was always different. It was like a game. If I guessed correctly, he would tease me less and let me come sooner. 

"A cock in my mouth?" I asked. 

"Yes," he said huskily as he guided my hands up his bare, muscular thighs. "Such a smart girl."

My hands wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, my fingers not able to meet each other. With both hands I slid the velvety skin up and down over the stiff rod, cupping his heavy balls and massaging his frenulum. Oh, how I wished I could gaze upon his cock, watching it pulse and harden before my very eyes. 

"In your mouth," Liam growled, taking a fistful of my hair and thrusting forward. His bulbous head parted my waiting lips and I sucked it greedily. 

I could only get my mouth halfway down his shaft and used my hands for the rest of the way. We worked into a rhythm together, him thrusting just to my limit and me slurping and stroking him. 

"Fuck, I need your pussy," Liam groaned and lifted me in the air. 

He carried me the short distance to the bed before tossing me, letting me freefall through the air before landing on my back on the soft mattress. 

The next thing I felt was his firm grip on each of my thighs and then his cock splitting me open. 

"Ahhh, fuck!" I yelled more from surprise than pain. He knew how wet I already was and didn't waste any time in ravaging me, owning my pussy.

His thrusts were deep and angled so that my first orgasm went off like a short fuse. He held me down and fucked me steadily at just the perfect tempo that the orgasms kept coming one after another. Soon they all seemed to blend together and Liam never stopped fucking me so perfectly. 

I clawed at his back, overloaded with the purest pleasure and nothing else. He fit me like a key to a lock that no one else could open.

With his loudest groan, he penetrated me deeper than he ever had before and emptied himself into me. 

Just feeling his come shoot through me shuddered yet another orgasm through my exhausted, ravaged body. 

"Mmm, you are so good to me, sir," I moaned as he peeled his body away from mine and withdrew from inside me. 

"Don't take that off yet," he said breathlessly when I went to remove the blindfold. "Leave it on until I say to take it off."

"Liam, babe, I'm spent. I literally cannot come anymore," I protested. 

"Trust me. Just leave it on for a second."

I obeyed, curious and slightly confused as I tried to listen to what he was doing. Usually we took off all restraints and accessories when we finished and cuddled up for aftercare. This was entirely new. 

"Okay," he said, sounding like he was near the foot of the bed. "You can look now." 

I pulled the blindfold up to my forehead and sat up to see him kneeling on the floor. He held a small, velvet box opened to reveal a brilliant diamond ring. 

"Liam," I choked, feeling dizzy with both physical pleasure and pure, unfiltered love running through me. 

"Hazel," he breathed. "I love you so much. You've taken care of me when I was at the top of my game and also when I was a useless sack of shit. I promise I will never keep anything from you again. Will you marry me?" 

"I have two things to say first," I said, wiping a tear while trying to keep a straight face.

His face fell. "Okay..." 

"One. That's not the same ring you gave to Katie, right?"

"Of course not," he scoffed. "Her ring is buried with her. This is all about us. Our life. Our future."

"I just wanted to ask," I said. "And second... You were never a useless sack of shit." 

That's when I lost it. My tears fell and I exploded into sobs and giggles as I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.

"Of course I'll marry you, you goof," I sniffled. "You're the only one for me." 

His crestfallen face turned into a wide grin as he kissed me back and pulled me close. 

As we embraced, emotional and exuberant about starting the new phase of our lives, our hearts beat in matching rhythms in our naked chests.