Trusting Liam(83)

“Kennedy . . .” I began; my voice had dropped low and was barely audible.

“If you say they’re adorable, I will castrate you.”

“Still not nice,” I mumbled, and finished taking her bra off. Two somethings. “Holy shit. Not adorable.” I gently traced around the small barbells set just beneath her nipples, and fucking loved the needy noise she made when I did. “When?”

“The day you walked out of my condo.”

My eyes went up to find her looking down at me. “Really?”

Her eyes were filled with need as she breathily explained, “Rhys wasn’t leaving, you’d left, and I didn’t know what to do. I went to talk to Brian since you’d told me about all the times you went to him. I really had no one else I could talk to even though I’d only met him the day before. He wasn’t in yet, but the woman at the parlor started talking to me about my tattoos and somehow I ended up back in her room getting new piercings after I’d told her about my other ones. We were done and I left before Brian ever showed up.” She sucked in a quick breath when I traced around the piercings again, and moaned. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

“Has it been long enough for me to—”

“Close enough,” she said, cutting me off, and a choked whimper left her throat when I leaned forward to suck one nipple into my mouth. “Oh God.”

“You okay?” I asked, and gently bit down, eliciting another whimper from her.

“Yes, just don’t stop.”

I unbuttoned her pants and started pulling them down, but with the way we were sitting, they weren’t going far. As soon as I released her breast, she was scooting off of me to lie down on the couch, and yanking at her pants while trying to pull me down with her.

I focused my attention on Kennedy’s other breast and slid my hand inside her underwear before she’d even gotten her jeans off. Her back arched off the couch and a breathy whimper filled the room when I teased her clit, and it took a few seconds for her to go back to trying to rid herself of her pants. By the time she was tightening her thighs around my hand, her jeans were still on her ankles. With another gentle bite against her nipple as I teased her clit, her body started vibrating and her mouth opened in a soundless moan.

“Oh my God,” she whispered when the vibrating in her body had slowed.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a new record, and that’s saying something for you.”

“Shut up,” she said on a laugh, and threaded her fingers through my hair.

Looking up into her bright eyes, I glanced down for a second and said, “These are gonna be fun.”

Kennedy smiled playfully and lifted her eyebrows once. “I can see that.”

Pressing her mouth to mine, she kissed me long and slow as I grabbed at her jeans and pulled them off of her one leg at a time.

“Is that all you have for me tonight?” she asked against my lips.

I smiled as I stood from the couch with her wrapped in my arms. “Not even close, Moon.”





19



December 6

Kennedy

“MOON, IT’S TIME to go eat pancakes.”

I was having a nightmare—a horrible one. There were pancakes everywhere and someone was telling me to eat them. No. No, no, no. Pancakes mean secret looks between my parents that make me want to throw up. Pancakes are the food devil.

“Wake up.”

Yes, I want to fucking wake up from this pancake nightmare!

“Moon,” Liam yelled, and my eyes flew open.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me.”

He smirked proudly. “You were impossible to wake up, not my fault I had to yell.”

I groaned and slapped at his chest before burying myself under his comforter. “It is your fault because you’re the one who had me up until almost four this morning.”

“Are you complaining about that?”

My cheeks heated, and I shook my head quickly even though he probably couldn’t see what I was doing.

Liam lifted the comforter away from me and passed his lips across my nose. “It’s Sunday.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You know what that means . . .”

No, I didn’t. I didn’t really care about what anything meant because I’d just realized that Liam still didn’t have any clothes on.

“Pancakes with my family.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, horrified. “That was supposed to be a nightmare!”

Liam’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“I was having a nightmare that someone was making me eat pancakes and I was surrounded by them! It was awful!”

He burst into loud laughter and pulled me into his arms. “These won’t be bad, you want to know why?”