Page 23 of Love ’em or Liam

“How do you know that’s even what you want?”

“Of course it’s what I want, you and Keller are my family. I made vows in a creepy little chapel, I intend to stick with them.”

She gives me a watery laugh. “I would like for my husband to make love to me now.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I kiss her then, pouring all my feelings into her. I’ve loved this woman for the majority of my life and I finally get to show her.

chapter

eleven

Wren

“Get undressed, Songbird. You have no idea how badly I am dying to see all that creamy flesh, all those fucking curves.”

I swallow thickly, but do what he says. First my jeans and then my t-shirt, until I’m standing in just my bra and panties.

Liam’s still in his jeans, though they’re undone and barely clinging to his hips. The outline of him straining against his briefs makes my throat go dry. When he dropped the towel in the hotel room and I got an amazing view of his perfect ass, I thought I might die. But now I get to touch him.

I slide my hand up the firm planes of his chest, letting my palms map out the ridges of his abs. He’s Michelangelo’s David come to life, but warm and alive under my touch. Dark hair dusts across his pecs before narrowing into a perfect line trailing below his waistband. I follow it with a single finger, dipping just my fingertip into the waistband of his boxers.

“Your body is insane,” I tell him. “Makes me feel stupid.

His breath hitches. “Good to know. Because I’m pretty sure I’ve lost countless brain cells fantasizing about yours.”

I slip my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, and he lets out a sharp hiss.

“Fuck, Songbird,” he growls, his voice husky. “You have no idea how good that feels. Makes me want to do unspeakable things to you.”

My pulse kicks, desire pools low in my belly. “Like what?”

“I want to spend hours with my face between those thick thighs. I want to fuck you in every position imaginable. I want to wrap your gorgeous hair around my fist while I fuck your mouth. Do you want me to go on?”

“I want you to take off your jeans,” I say.

“Yes, ma’am. Get on the bed though.”

I do as I’m told. “I’m just ready, that’s all I know.”

“You’ve been starved for affection for so long, my beautiful Wren. I'm going to make you forget what being hungry felt like. From now on, when you need to be touched, no matter day or night, you come to me. I will always take care of your needs.”

If a woman could come from words alone, those would have pushed me over the edge.

He shoves his boxer briefs down, and I get my first full look at his dick. He’s long, thick, and heavy with need—he’s everything I’d imagined and so much more.

He crawls into bed beside me, half covering me, bracing his weight on his forearm as his mouth finds mine. His kiss is heat and hunger and reverence all in one. By the time he pulls back, I’m soaked and aching for him.

“Liam, please, I need you. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

His body settles between my thighs, and I feel the full weight of him. I gasp.

“You have me, Wren,” he says. “All of me. I’ve always belonged to you.”

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to climb inside this moment and live in it forever. We kiss again, and it’s all-consuming—sweet and savage all at once. I rock my hips upward, desperate for more friction, more contact.

“I’m going to mark off one of those firsts now and make you come before I sink inside of you.”

He slides two fingers inside me, and I arch into him with a moan.