Page 16 of Love ’em or Liam

I want to squeeze her hips and pull her pussy flush against my cock which is now hard and stiff in my boxers. If she looked down at my lap, at the space between our bodies, she’d see it clearly outlined by the tight cotton.

“What if you don’t like the me that I am today?” she whispers.

“Impossible. You’ll always be my favorite person, no matter how you change.”

Her eyes once again drop to my lips. This time, I lean up to meet her, and our mouths crash in the middle. Lips and tongues, our kisses are heated and full of pent-up desire. I squeeze her hips and pull her against me. The heat from her pussy hits my dick and I groan.

And still we kiss. I lift one hand and bring it up to cup her tit, over her shirt. Copping a feel while we’re making out, like I always wanted to do in high school. Her nipple is already hard, and she arches into my touch. The movement drags her pussy against my cock.

She feels good. She tastes good. I want nothing more than to pull our underwear aside and sink into her slick heat.

“Fuck, Wren, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you in my arms like this.” I kiss and lick down the column of her throat.

“Liam, you feel good.” Her words come out a little breathy.

I rock myself up, loving the friction we’re creating.

She takes the hand on her tit and lowers it enough to lift the hemline of her shirt. Then I’m snaking my palm against her hot, naked skin. When I touch her breast like this, we both moan. She’s fucking perfect.

Her mouth finds mine again, and her tongue slicks against mine. And fuck I’m already feeling close enough to come.

I tweak her nipple, pinching and tugging on it lightly, finding the things she likes. Her hands find my shoulders and she shamelessly works her body against mine.

Then she shudders against me as an orgasm rocks through her body. And I come too because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She pulls back from my lips, her eyes are wide and her mouth is open. “Oh God. I can’t believe that just happened.”

“You made me come in my boxers,” I tell her with a grin.

“I did? Oh.”

“You’re gorgeous when you come, wife. It’s going to be my new hobby, finding all the ways and places I can bring you to climax.”

chapter

eight

Wren

By the time we pull into the driveway to Liam’s house the next day, I’m ready to run around the block to stretch my legs. But I am not a runner by anyone’s standards.

Keller has been excitedly chattering for the last hour, eager to see our new home.

“Try to remember that Liam didn’t have time to get things ready for us because we moved so fast. We’ll get your room set up just right later.”

“I know, Mom. I can roll with it.”

That makes me chuckle, and Liam laughs as well. Making us both laugh has my son smiling so big.

While my sweet boy is thinking about our new home, my brain keeps replaying what happened last night. All the kissing. The grinding. The orgasm that hit me out of nowhere. I’ve had a few before, always with a toy, though, so to say I was surprised would be an understatement.

And he’d climaxed too. Remembering that now makes desire pull low through my belly. I definitely am attracted to Liam. No big surprise there, he’s gorgeous. But I am surprised at how much I actually do want to have sex with him.

Everything he did to me last night—and let’s face it, we were basically like two teenagers doing some heavy petting—felt amazing. Like he knew precisely where and how to touch me. He hadn’t even been trying to get me off, at least I don’t think so.

I should text Winnie and see what she thinks.

“Okay, we’re here,” Liam says. “Who wants to never get in a car again?”