Liam~
I watch everyone talking while we share the pizza Hunter brought over.
I go to sit next to him and whisper, “What happened with Hailey?”
He shrugs and places his plate on the coffee table. “She took off. She didn’t stick around after we left here. To be honest, I feel like shit. I feel we could have done more to try and help her.”
“The problem is that we don’t know if we can trust her. She led the cult right to Mila. It’s not a matter of forgiving and forgetting. It’s a matter of not trusting her. I just don’t trust her around the woman I love.’
“I get that.” Hunter shakes his head, his shoulders slumped. I can see the guilt eating away at him. “I’m not talking about you and Mila giving Hailey a chance, I’m talking about myself. I should’ve tried harder to help her.”
I stare at Hunter for a while, not sure what to make of his response to Hailey. “Do you care about her?”
He stares at the floor, deep in thought and then he nods.
“More than I should.” He gets up and takes a deep breath. “I’ll figure the shit out. Maybe, I’ll dig around and find out where she went. You know, just to make sure that she’s okay. I’ll feel better then.”
I nod as I get up. “You do what’s best for you. It doesn’t matter what we think, Hunter. At the end of the day, it’s your life. You have to do what’s best for you, what will make you happy.”
He gives me half a smile. “Thanks for understanding.” He reaches a hand out to me which I don’t hesitate to take. “I’m gonna head home. It’s been a few long days.” His eyes drift to Mila and he smiles again. “I’m glad you’re together now. Please tell her bye for me.”
“Will do. Go get some rest. I’ll see you at the office on Monday.”
He just nods as he walks away and for the first time I feel a twinge of guilt for the way I treated Hailey.
My eyes find Mila where she’s in a deep conversation with Harper. I’m glad she has Harper. It’s going to take a long time for Mila to get over the betrayal of Hailey and for losing her sister.
I’ve made copies of the recordings and given each of the guys one, just in case that fucker is insane enough to try something.
When we’ve all caught up on the craziness of the past week, Mila goes to make us all coffee. I follow her into the kitchen and lean against the wall. It’s a wonderful thing to watch her move around the kitchen. I still think she has the most beautiful hands.
With everything behind us, the very air we breathe feels more relaxed. I can see the sadness shadowing her eyes because Claire wouldn’t come with us, but she knew there was a chance that would happen.
But at least the fear she always carried around with her is gone. I didn’t see it for what it was - mind-numbing fear. I thought she was just a shy introvert, but she wasn’t – she was scared shitless all the time.
Rosie had the same demeanor towards the end. Everyone thought Rosie was just a shy kid but now I know that wasn’t the case at all. I knew she was scared back then – I just didn’t know how scared.
Fear will either make you strong, or it will drown you. Rosie was only a kid. She never should’ve known that type of fear. She had the right to feel safe.
I can’t blame my sister for taking her own life. But I no longer blame myself, either. Just like Mila can’t blame herself for Claire choosing to stay with the cult. With time, Mila will come to realize this, just like I did.
I tried my best to protect Rosie, and Mila tried her best to save Claire – but we’re only human after all. We’re not gods. We have no control over the choices other people will make. It was a hard lesson to learn, but it’s one I’ll never forget.
Some feathers will fall along the way, but new ones will always grow back. It doesn’t make the old feathers less important because they kept you flying for so long – they kept you alive. Nothing in this life is permanent. You just have to appreciate the people you have in your life, while you have them, because tomorrow, they might be gone.
I’ve been blessed with Mila. I don’t know how much time we’ll have together, but I’m going to fly so damn high while I have her. She’s more than the feathers that keep me flying – she’s the wind beneath my wings.
It’s late when I lock the door and check that the alarm is activated. It wasn’t one of the crazy parties we always have, and now’s not the time.
Once Mila has adjusted to her new home and worked through all the shit that’s happened to her in the past week, then we can talk party.
Right now I just want to make her feel safe and loved.
I move to sit on the couch and stare at the fire. Mila comes into the family room and she gives me half a smile.
“Thank you for going with me. You kept me sane there for a while.”
I hold my hand out to her and she comes to stand by me. I take hold of her hand and link our fingers.
“I would have loved to have seen you beat him to death, but that would not have made things better.”
“I know.”
She drops to her knees in front of me and the sight alone is enough to make me instantly hard.
“Babe?”
She gives me a shy look. “I just want to be with you, Liam. I know that it will take time for the pain to go away, but until it does, I just want to lose myself in you.”
I shake my hand and cup her cheek gently.
“No, babe. Never lose the fucking amazing person that you are. You faced your biggest fear for another human. You’re so brave, Mila. You’re so fucking brave. Never forget that.”
She reaches up and undoes my zipper, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You’ve always seen the best in me,” she says as she starts to pull my pants and boxers down. I lift my ass to make it easier for her.
“Only because you let me in.” When she rushes her hand over my cock before taking it in a fist, I quickly place my hand over hers. “Mila, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” She smiles lovingly up at me and I can see the sadness recede as lust starts to whirl in her eyes.
She strokes me lightly and it sends tingles of pleasure racing over my skin. A moan bubbles up from the back of my throat as she starts to stroke me faster.
I’ll do anything she wants, and it’s not because she’s got me by the balls, but because I love her with every ounce of my being.
She leans a bit forward and my eyes widen. Fuck, she’s going to take me in her mouth. The thought alone makes my cock jump in her hand with anticipation. My breath hitches and my stomach tightens.
She pumps me one more time with her fist before she presses her mouth to my cock. Her lips part and a breath of hot air bursts over my sensitive skin, again making my cock jump in her hand.
She takes the tip of me into her mouth and then she twirls her tongue around my sensitive head, almost making me come right then.
“Fuck, Mila. It feels fucking good. Don’t stop,” I growl as my hips start to thrust, wanting to plunge my cock deeper inside her mouth.
She takes me fully and as she pulls back her tongue licks me from base to tip, instantly making pre-cum form on the tip.
I’m not going to last long. Shit!
She slides her mouth fully over me again and then starts to bob her head up and down, sucking me hard.
I lean my head back and watch her suck me. I reach for her and let my hands tangle with her silky hair. Feeling her head move beneath my hands while watching her lips glide over me … sucking me hard – fuck, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
My breaths come faster over my parted lips and my insides clench with pleasure.
She moans and I feel the vibration all the way to my balls, and it sends me over the edge. My ass muscles tighten and I lift off the couch in a hard thrust.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, baby,” I groan out as my hips start to thrust hard and fast, searching for that explosion of ecstasy in my gut.
She tightens her fist around the base of my cock and then sucks hard one more time. It’s all I need to make the orgasm shudder through me, hot and fucking intense.
After the last of the pleasure ebbs away, I sink back on the couch, totally drained.
“That was fucking perfect.”
She smiles proudly at me. “I was aiming for perfect.”
She climbs on my lap and presses a kiss to my lips.
“Watching you come because I’m sucking you is such a turn on.” Her tone is seductive and her eyes burn with lust. Her honesty stuns me.
She’s come a long way from the shy girl I met in class.
I can feel her body trembling with need. She wants me just as badly as I want her. She wants me to fuck her raw. I’m going to torture her sweet pussy until she’s aching for my cock.
I start to pull her pants down and she quickly gets off my lap so she can get rid of her clothes before she straddles me again. When she tries to position herself over my already hard cock, I stop her by taking hold of her hips.
I see the question in her eyes until my fingers brush over her clit. I pinch her gently and her mouth drops open on a moan. Her nipples harden even more and I lean forward, taking one between my teeth. I bite down gently and a tremble rocks her body.
When I push a finger inside of her, I can feel how wet she is for me.
I pull my finger out and then, taking hold of my cock, I start to rub her clit until her hips rub shamelessly against me, her pussy begging for more.
Her cheeks flush with pleasure as she moans again. I drink in her soft features, her lips parting on her moans, her nipples hard as fuck, and her hips thrusting down on me.
Fuck, she’s my salvation.
I’m going to corrupt her and I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute. I’m her damnation and it feels fucking amazing.
“Liam,” she groans when I again let the tip of my cock rub teasingly over her opening.
“Say it, babe,” I growl, wanting to hear the words from her panting lips.
“Fuck me,” she moans her desire-filled eyes begging me.
I position the head of my cock at her opening and before I can thrust up she pushes down on me. The pleasure is overwhelming as she wildly starts to ride me.
I let my head fall back as the woman of my dreams fuck me raw.
The sound of our skin slapping, our breaths rushing, and our hearts beating off the charts, make this moment all the more perfect.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she starts to chant, “Liam … fuck …Liam,” as a look of pure ecstasy washes over her face.
She moves faster as she chases her orgasm, pushing me over the edge. I thrust up hard as a shout escapes my lips. It’s toe-curling, body-numbing, earth-fucking-shattering carnality.
She slumps against me and neither of us moves for a long time. We don’t have to. We can stay naked and fuck all night long because we’re finally home.
Our lives are finally ours to do with what we want, and for now, all I want is Mila naked on my lap.