Nine

Liam

 

 

 

After I left Claudia’s room, I went to mine at the end of the hall and shut my door. There, I walked out to my balcony and inhaled the rich, salty air. Damn, I loved it here. It didn’t have anything I needed, like my band or my instruments besides a couple guitars and a piano in a small music room. I couldn’t record an album or plan a tour from this place, but Claudia was right.

It was always hell to leave and head back to the real world.

Whatever. I had bigger issues to deal with and that was currently figuring out what the beautiful, little liar was hiding from me.

Shitty liar she was. It was one word but her voice still trembled when she spoke it. I spent my life around greedy bastards who wanted nothing more than to take, take, take. I recognized a liar from a mile away.

I hated liars and I hated surprises. Both of which typically had the ability to bite me in the ass.

I’d had enough surprises in the last year. I didn’t want to put up with more.

Debating what to do—call her on it and demand the truth or figure it out on my own, I kicked off my shoes and pushed down my shorts. Pulling off my shirt, I tossed it to the floor with the rest of my crap.

I’d pick it up later. I had a housekeeper, but she only came once a week when I was here. I was adult enough to clean up my own shit.

Naked, I turned on the shower that was exposed to the outside with a thick wall of window and stepped in. When I bought the place, I imagined paparazzi sitting in a boat off the shore and snapping photos of me with a long-range lens but it hadn’t happened in five years, so I quit worrying about it. In the early morning, when I was typically in the shower, the sun shone in such a way it was impossible to see through the glass anyway.

Blowing out a breath, I braced my hands on the wall and let the jets do their job, pounding against my shoulders and let the water run down my back. The last twenty-four hours had been stressful, but that wasn’t what had me tied into knots.

It was her.

I couldn’t get her out of my head and I rarely thought of a woman in any more than passing interest. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t fucked her yet.

And just like that, my dick hardened, balls throbbed.

“Shit,” I grunted, and ignored my physical reaction to Claudia and her round, tight ass. Her luscious tits that would fit in my palms perfectly. Her trim waist. Wide brown eyes and that creamy skin. I couldn’t stop wondering if she’d taste as delicious and sweet as she looked.

Grabbing the shampoo, I tossed a large amount into my hands and then scrubbed my black hair. It was shaggy and I needed a cut, and it didn’t matter that I was focusing on my hair, or taking the damn shower and cleaning up, my dick was still hard, still thinking of Claudia.

“Fuck it,” I muttered. It wasn’t the first time I’d jacked off to her and I was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

I wrapped my hand around my length and gripped myself firmly, the soap from my body made the slide and tug easy. Dropping my head, the water sluiced down my back and I wrapped my fingers around my head before sliding back down to my base.

I took it slowly, groaning in pleasure at the thought of how tight she’d be. How long it would take me to get in there.

I continued working myself, long and hard pulls, short and quick movements until my hips were thrusting against my closed fist.

My climax came quickly, mere minutes after I started. It coiled in my spine and radiated down to my balls. They pulled tight and I threw my head back, opening my eyes, and right as I came, I saw her…

Claudia.

On the patio a floor below, white short dress billowing out around her thighs, her hair blowing in the breeze.

But her eyes, those pretty, fucking beautiful brown eyes were on me. Cheeks pinkened, her lips were parted.

I couldn’t help myself. I stared at her, even while my orgasm left me, but my heart was pounding ferociously against my chest. She continued watching me, her gaze on my hand, not my face. My cock turned sensitive, and I shuddered beneath the warm water every time I wrapped my fingers around the tip but hell if I was stopping.

Because she was watching me jack off to thoughts of her and she didn’t realize I could see her.

Until she did. Her eyes jumped to mine and she turned quickly, scampering past the patio and down to the beach where she disappeared on the steps.

I quickly turned off the shower, toweled off, and threw on a pair of board shorts and slid into a pair of leather thong sandals.

Then I hurried after her.

Because she’d just told me what I’d been hoping—

I would have her…and it wouldn’t take as long as I originally thought.