“That is why I am mad. That is why I feel betrayed. And that is why I’m struggling to be okay with something you both obviously want.” Looking at Liam, I grabbed his hands and pleaded, “Take me back to your place.”
His only response was to nod and stand up—pulling me with him. Kira and Rhys didn’t say anything to us as I packed the necessities and an extra outfit and left. And for the rest of the day, Liam didn’t try to make me forget about what we’d walked in on. He simply held me in his arms on his bed, and let me talk through all of my thoughts before helping me by offering his own thoughts and opinions on the situation.
“Thank you,” I said on a sigh as we curled up under his comforter that night.
“You’re thanking me? Why?”
“For being there with me, and for helping me talk through it today. You have no idea how amazing you are for that.”
“Anytime.” With a soft smile, Liam pressed a kiss to my forehead and pulled me into his arms. “Good night, Moon.”
A quiet giggle left my lips, and Liam looked down to eye me curiously.
“There’s a sound I didn’t think I’d hear the rest of the day. What’s funny?”
“It’s not really funny. Do you realize that every time we’ve fallen asleep together—even that night in Vegas—you’ve said ‘Good night, Moon’?”
“I guess . . .” He drew the words out, making them sound more like a question. “I don’t know why it made you laugh.”
“Because it’s a little children’s book. I smile every time you say it, and after today . . . I don’t know, it was just the perfect end. It was what I needed to hear.”
“Best damn children’s book I’ve ever read.” Liam pulled me back against his chest and sighed. “Good night, Moon.”
My lips curved up in a smile, and I squeezed him. “Good night, Liam Taylor.”
20
December 19
Liam
MY EYES FLEW open and widened when I saw Kennedy lowering herself onto me two weeks later. I groaned at the feel of her around me, and my hands went to her hips so I could control her movements.
“Good morning,” I mumbled groggily. “And what did I do to deserve being woken up like this?”
Her lips spread into a smile and she rocked her hips once, then paused. “I woke up and you were already ready . . . thought I’d take advantage. But if you want me to stop,” she said innocently, and started lifting herself up before I slammed her back down.
“Don’t,” I warned her.
“That’s what I thought,” she mumbled, and started moving again, her husky voice even raspier from sleep.
“Fuck, Kennedy.” I groaned and tightened my grip. The way she was changing from fast and hard to slow, as she lifted all the way off me only to lower herself back down teasingly, was driving me insane.
I palmed her heavy breasts and circled her pierced nipples before pinching on them, causing her to clench around me as a loud whimper filled her bedroom. When I did it again a minute later, one of her hands left its place on my chest and moved to tease her hood piercing.
She moaned and quickened her finger movements, and as fucking hot as it was to watch her, I wanted to be the one who was making her moan.
Lifting Kennedy off me, I pushed her to the side and backward so she was lying on her back, and quickly followed so I was hovering over her. I pressed my mouth to hers and teased the seam of her lips with my tongue until she opened her mouth and began giving me the sweetest torture with only a kiss.
I lowered my hips, and she automatically wrapped her legs around me. She moaned into our kiss when I slid against her piercing, and when it got to the point where I couldn’t continue forcing myself to stay only there, I moved slowly down her body. I pressed openmouthed kisses down her throat and chest, and spent time torturing each nipple before moving down her stomach to her hips, and then finally lower. I settled myself between her legs, and keeping my eyes on her expectant expression, I leaned only far enough forward that my mouth barely brushed against where she wanted me with each heavy breath she took.
She whimpered in aggravation and threaded her fingers into my hair when I didn’t move, and begged, “Liam, please.”
I waited another few seconds before leaning forward to taste her, and I had no doubt that if Kira and Rhys weren’t already awake . . . they were after the sound Kennedy had just made.
Kennedy’s fingers tightened in my hair, and her body shook from the combination of her first and second orgasms. She tried to shut her legs but was unable to since I still hadn’t moved—and I didn’t plan to. It hadn’t taken more than three minutes for her to hit the first two, and I knew from experience she could give me another one. I’d never been with a girl who could have more than one, and definitely not within just a few minutes.