Chapter 28

Becky

8:34 PM WEDNESDAY

All around the stadium, the crowd is cheering for Celine as she bursts into “My Heart Will Go On”. We had good tickets before, but this is even better.

Liam is seriously amazing for getting us here. I know he’s just trying to cheer me up and make amends for Dan the Man’s asshole behavior, but I’m still pretty fucking impressed.

There’s something magical about Liam. He seems to be able to make anything happen when he puts his mind to it.

He’s not concerned about the consequences, either. He just likes to live his life, and he doesn’t take a single day for granted.

Dan the Man takes a lot for granted—me, for example. He always holds on to the most ridiculous, meaningless things, like the dress I wore on our first anniversary that he endlessly scolded me for being too short.

Or that time I sent an email to his work email by mistake, and he got so furious he skipped dinner night. I mean, yeah, they were nudes, but so what? It’s not a big deal.

He doesn’t realize how much he overlooks what he has. He just assumes that once he has it, he always will. Maybe this will be a wake-up call for that dick, then.

He deserved to lose me.

He knows what he did.

I look out at the stage from behind the curtain. Fuck, man. I still can’t believe I’m backstage. How in the hell did Liam get us backstage access? He must know someone who pulled some strings on his behalf.

Not gonna lie, if he wasn’t Dan the Man’s step-brother, I’d be kind of into him. He’s really just a remarkable soul with a million and sixty-two connections and all the charm in the world. I mean, shit, I’m kind of giddy myself when he gives me that cute smile.

Not to mention when he talks with that sexy British accent of his—woof.

Wait, a hesitant little voice in the back of my head hisses. Becky…you need to stop.

I’m getting married on Saturday. To Dan. Not Liam.

Or at least, I was supposed to be. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do now.

Either way, throwing myself at Dan’s sexy British step-brother is probably not the smartest thing to do right now.

As Celine is belting out the final chorus, I’m so enraptured and excited, I decide to run out onto the stage.

I cross all of the security lines, bolt past Liam’s arm, and soar past my better judgment all to make it to center stage and high five Celine before shouting, “WOOOOO!” and jumping into the crowd, arms wide open.

I’m carried across a sea of people before being eased down into the crowd. As I stand on my feet, I see that Liam is on his way to me, surfing the crowd behind me.

Damn. I really appreciate the I jump, you jump attitude. This guy is so Titanic right now, I’m totally falling in love.

“Give a round of applause for these crazy, awesome fans! You guys are so fun!” I hear over the microphone, and see Celine pointing in our direction. How fucking wild is that? As I stand, flattered at the shout out by Celine fucking Dion, Liam makes his way to me.

“Look at you, love. You’re a lot more adventurous than I made you out to be,” Liam yells over the cheering crowd, a hint of pride behind his words.

“I don’t know what happened there; I just had to do it!” I reply.

“I’m impressed. Well done, you little minx.”

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I find myself leaning my body into Liam. He’s right behind me, and I don’t know if it’s the press of the crowd or his own free will, but he leans right back. He wraps his arms around my waist and, to my delight, kisses my temple.

Mmm. Sexy kisses. Gorgeous lips.

But it’s cool. Dan and I are over, probably, unless I have a change of heart in the morning.

And it’s just a forehead kiss. That’s innocent, right?

Celine’s next song starts, and the crowd’s cheering echoes through the stadium walls. Man, these people are seriously hyped, and I don’t even blame them.

As we listen to the melodic tune and angelic voice coming through the speakers, my hips start to sway to the music. I dance slowly and sensually against Liam’s groin, being both teasing and playful.

I’m not starting anything. I’m just being silly. He knows I’m his step-brother’s fiancée.

Or ex-fiancée. Whatever I am.

It’s not like he’d fucking start anything either. Not with a totally respectable lady like me, anyway.

We’re here to have fun, and feeling sexy and frisky seems pretty damn fun to me. And it’s not a crime, so Dan can hold the fuck up if he has a problem.

Ugh. Fucking Dan. I could never take him here.

He’d be so concerned about...well, literally everything.

The music. The noise. The stickiness of spilled beer on the floor—even though, like, it’s a concert! What else is the floor supposed to feel like?

As I sway against Liam’s crotch, his cock hardens and protrudes against his pants. A devious spark envelops all of my other thoughts.

I don’t stop there.

I raise my arm and wrap my hand around Liam’s neck. My pussy is wet at Liam’s touch. His arms run up and down the sides of my body, just grazing the very bottom of my breasts before moving away.

I lean my head against Liam’s, breathing directly into his ear. His cock twitches in his pants and I grind my ass all around against it. Liam grabs my hips and pulls them around against his cock and I just let him take control.

My pussy is aching for attention. Each graze against my skin has intensified my desire for Liam and I can’t resist.

I steal Liam’s hand away from my hip and lace my fingers through his, and I slowly place it on my breast.

“Mmmm,” he moans under his breath as he gropes me hard and teases my nipple in between his fingers. I turn my head to face his neck and start sucking on it and kissing it right there in the middle of the crowd.

I can’t say that in my mind somewhere, I don’t want this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more attracted to Liam than my own husband-to-be―er, ex-husband-to-be. Or whatever Dan the Man is to me right now.

Fuck.

Everything escalates when Liam presses his hand against my pussy. Oh. Shit.

I feel the room spin a little, and my knees go weak. My heart is beating at a million miles an hour, and I don’t even blink for several seconds.

My body is stiff. I’m tense and just stuck.

Stuck with my ass against a hard cock. Stuck with a hand on my tit. Stuck between letting this happen and not.

I’m supposed to be getting married. This fucking weekend. To the step-brother of the man I’m currently grinding cunt on.

This isn’t just something that’s just happening between two single people. I thought I was rid of Dan the Man, but his presence is looming over this moment like a black fucking flag.

If I was single, I’d be all over Liam right now.

I guess maybe, I technically am single.

Does that still make humping the hand of my ex-fiancé’s step-brother at a Celine Dion concert wrong?

Liam has paused. His hand is just there. He’s waiting for me.

It feels like it takes me an eternity to rationalize it, but fuck.

Tonight I’m living like Liam. Like Ballin’ Becky, the party girl I used to be.

Like I’m only gonna live once, and I might never get the chance for something like this to happen again.

I grind my hips, and Liam’s hand gets a feel of my burning desire for him. Right there in the massive crowd, he shoves his hand down into my panties.

At first, his hand rests over my pussy, teasing me. Taunting me to make another thrust against him. And I do.

Over and over.

His palm rubs against my clit again and again. He leans into my ear, my head on his shoulder, but my face turned away.

“You’re mine tonight, Becky.”

And I cum. Right there. In the middle of a crowd, in the middle of a concert. He has me literally in the palm of his hand.

And I’m aching for more of him.

I just want his touch. I want to be under him.

“Good girl.”

Sweet Jesus. Yes. I am a good girl.

And I need to be rewarded.

“Mmmph,” I moan. I stretch my torso out and grind my ass against his cock some more.

He slides two fingers into my slick pussy. They ease in and his fingertips extend to my G-spot.

He pulls his fingers in and out and fucks my pussy with them.

Liam’s other hand is massaging my breast as his fingers work my cunt. I grind my hips forward on his hand, riding it.

Getting his fingers deeper. Pushing my G-spot harder. Showing him how much I want this.

There’s no denying it. My hard nipples are protruding through my shirt. If anyone at all looked over, they’d see me like this: exposed and manhandled.

I’m high with pleasure, and my pussy throbs around Liam’s fingers. I squeeze into his neck with my hand and squeal out in pleasure, gushing all over his fingers. I soak my panties and thighs with my cum.

Liam pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them into his mouth, marveling at the taste of my sweet cunt.

I don’t even speak to him. I just stand back on my own feet, grab his hand and drag him to the bathroom.

We tear through a crowd of people to the bathroom, and I lock the door behind us.

I shove Liam against the vanity and unzip his pants. His cock is enough to make me want to faint. It’s so fucking huge. And he’s hard as a rock.

I grip it with my hand and start licking it up and down. As I slather my saliva all over his cock, I can’t help but think about how amazing Liam has been, especially in contrast to his step-brother.

Part of me wishes that it was Liam who had found me that night eight months ago, drunk off my ass and crying on the very steps of the hotel that, it turns out, Liam Black actually owns.

Liam could have been the one to take me into the bathroom and rinse the puke out of my Christian Louboutins.

Liam could have been the one to clean me up and cuddle me and fall in love with me and propose.

Fuck. It’s like this whole time, I was caught up with the wrong brother.

I take Liam’s cock and suck it into my mouth, it’s girth-y goodness stuffing my pie hole to the brim and then some. I bob my head up and down and listen him moan and pant.

Liam’s hand comes up to my head, and he holds my head in place as he takes control and starts humping.

As he fucks my face, my thoughts drift to Dan again, as I realize that as hot as this is, he’d never go for something so risqué or spontaneous.

Quickly, Liam’s cock starts to throb and twitch in my mouth and I hear him shout, “I’m coming!”

His words get lost in the roar of the crowd.

And he does come.

He comes a lot.

Loads of cum shoot into my mouth, directly on my tongue, and I gulp down every delicious, creamy drop.

Fuck Dan the Man. His step-brother looks, acts, and tastes way better than he ever will.