“You two, out. Now. We’re about to have sex and stuff,” I announce, moving toward them like I’m going to shoo them off, but Liam snatches me at the waist and drags me back.
Oh, right. He’s still very naked, and I’m the only thing hiding all the stuff he doesn’t want dangling for the world to see.
“Guess he’s a grower instead of a shower,” Hale says as he looks over to Killian.
“Why are you two installing the water cannon in the rain?” Liam asks, trying to redirect their attention most likely.
“Because what else are we going to do when it’s raining?” Killian asks, eyebrow arched in question.
“Any time it rains we shut off all the electronics in case of electrocution. It happens more than you’d think,” Hale tells us.
These two…
Killian tries to cover a grin, and I realize they’re deliberately cock-blocking right now.
I reach over and grab an apple before launching it right at Killian Vincent’s head. He catches it without even looking, and his grin finally spreads as he laughs and heads out, eating the damn apple like I gifted it to him.
Hale flips us off with both hands while walking out, and Liam grins like he finds them amusing.
He stops laughing when I start stripping. It feels good when he watches me the way I watch him. As though he can’t get enough either.
It’s something I’ve only ever experienced with him.
I’m usually the perfect rebound girl. Seems my enthusiasm boosts egos, but they’d rather be with the super hot chick all the other guys wanted but couldn’t have.
His eyes bounce up, and slow smile curves his lips as he backs up and locks the living room door.
As I peel off my shorts and underwear, I back up and lock the door in the kitchen.
We meet in the middle, just the small build up causing us to pretty much crash into each other instead of doing anything graceful.
We’re not going to survive our “honeymoon” phase if it continues to stay like this.
He lifts me, and my legs wind around his waist, causing my breath to hitch at the feel of so much skin touching.
He kisses me harder before putting me on the dining room table.
I fall back as his head immediately goes between my legs, and like the talented devil he is, he has me on the edge in no time at all. Liam would be even richer if he showed all men how to do this the right way.
My fingers twist in his hair as my back arches, and I…call him a string of really terrible names when he leaves me on the brink, raising up so fast I don’t have time to shove him back where I want him.
But then his mouth is on mine, and my fingers tighten in his hair as he thrusts inside me, one of his hands finding my deserted clit, and pushing me over that edge with him inside me.
I almost bite his lip, but manage to break the kiss in time, as my body violently shudders. His hips move like he’s on a mission, his breaths teasingly raking over my neck as his lips drag up the sensitive column of my throat.
The table is fortunately sturdy and good quality, since he’s fucking me like his life depends on it.
Just as another surprise orgasm washes over me without any warning, Liam’s rhythm staggers, and he stills inside me, releasing a very sexy sound next to my throat as he pants for air.
“Fuck, I love you,” he on a breath.
We both go painfully still, and his body goes tight with tension so thick it feels tangible.
Did I hear that right? Was it my imagination? Did he blurt it out but didn’t actually mean it, since it was sort of a heat of the moment thing?
He seems really tense, so maybe he farted and I just thought he said those words?
I’m not even sure what to say, because I’m not sure what just happened.
Liam clears his throat, kissing the side of my neck again as he pulls out, and he glances over at the window.
“The rain stopped. I think I’ll go help Killian and Hale with their water cannon,” he tells me, not missing a beat. “Dinner later?” he goes on.
Okay…now I’m really confused.
“Um…yeah,” I state unsurely as he abandons me on the table and goes to pull on his clothes.
He dresses faster than I’ve ever seen him dress. I’m not even off the table yet by the time he’s out the door.
What the actual hell just happened?
Chapter 24
Wild Ones Tip #847
Life is like a box of rocks. Ever had a box of rocks?
It’s really hard and is constantly spilling to make a mess.
LIAM
I’m a motherfucking idiot.
I toss down the wrench, looking at the absurd amount of pieces the Vincents have laid out.
All I can think about is the fact I told Kylie I loved her while my dick was inside her, despite the fact she’s still warming up to me after my last colossal fuck up, and she didn’t say it back.