Trusting Liam(89)

I would say it as long as she kept the piercing in . . . I fucking loved that thing.

“Stop,” she breathed. “Stop, I can’t—” She cut off and groaned. “I can’t do any more.”

“That’s what you say every time. Besides, this is payback for last night.” I growled against her, and went back to torturing her in a way I knew she would be begging for again that night.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as her body shattered for the third time.

I waited until her shaking had calmed before climbing back up her body and pressing against her entrance.

“I hate you,” she mumbled weakly as I slowly filled her.

“Do you?” I challenged.

Even though she shook her head, she said, “Yes. So much—oh, that feels so good,” she breathed.

I stopped moving, and her dark blue eyes flew open. “Are you going to apologize for last night?”

“Fuck no! Not after what you just did!”

I moved out and back in, and stilled again. “Are you really mad? I can always see if you can give me another one.”

“No, no!” But even as she spoke, she clenched painfully tight around me and her eyes widened. She was such a bad liar. “I’m sorry for teasing you last night and not letting you finish for over an hour,” she said on a rush.

I grinned boldly. “Apology accepted.”

“That’s what you get for letting me take control last night,” she goaded when I began moving again.

“Are we really gonna keep doing this right now?”

She laughed huskily and tightened her legs around my back. “No, keep moving,” she pleaded.

After that little argument, it took another minute to find the rhythm we’d had and to lose myself in Kennedy again, but once I did, her little moans and pleas had me struggling to hold on. I quickened my pace, and a couple minutes later buried my face in her neck as I found my release. I lowered my body onto Kennedy’s, and a shiver went through me when she lightly trailed her fingernails across my back and over my shoulders while she waited for our breathing to calm.

Not thirty seconds later there were loud knocks coming from the front door of the condo.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groaned and shakily lifted myself off Kennedy. “If there’s another ex-husband, I want to know before I answer the door.”

“None that I can remember,” she teased, and pushed me away. “I can get it.”

“No, I got it. Not after who it ended up being the last time there was a random knock on the door, and not with the possibility of it being another person Juarez sent.”

“Liam,” she groaned. “Matthew was so not dangerous.”

“Get dressed,” I ordered as I finished buttoning my pants. Grabbing my shirt from the floor, I walked out of Kennedy’s room and down the hall. I stepped into the living room at the same time Rhys stepped out of Kira’s room. Like me, he was finishing getting dressed.

In the two weeks since Kennedy and I had walked in on Rhys and Kira, things had gotten easier. Kennedy still mumbled about how weird it was to see them together, but she was no longer mad at them, or afraid for Kira. It was obvious how much Rhys and Kira meant to each other, and I think that made the transition easier for Kennedy. But it was still awkward. For the most part, if we did anything, we did it at my apartment. I didn’t like the idea of Kennedy’s ex-husband being able to hear us, and I didn’t think she liked hearing him and Kira. But last night we’d had a late dinner here after going to a concert, and after a lot of drinking, none of us really cared. In silent agreement, Rhys had taken Kira—who was already taking her shirt off—into her room, and I’d taken Kennedy into hers.

This morning, however, was beyond uncomfortable.

I followed Rhys to the door and stood next to him while he opened it.

If I thought I was uncomfortable before, that couldn’t begin to explain how I felt when I saw an older version of Kennedy and Kira standing right in front of us, with a man at her side who looked like he had already thought of different ways to kill me. If only he knew what I’d just been doing to his daughter.

“Who the fuck are you?” the twins’ dad asked as he eyed me.

“Kash!” their mom scolded. “That’s Liam.” Her wide eyes found me, and she shook her head. “I’m so sorry, he—”

“Who the fuck is Liam?” Kash looked at Rhys and gestured to me. “Who the fuck is he?”

“That’s Kennedy’s boyfriend, Kash, now shut up. I’m sorry, I’m Rachel—”

“No, Rhys is her boyfriend.”