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The front door opens and Liam comes into the living room and takes off his shoes. Biting my lip, I slip off all of my clothes. I cover my mouth to stop my giggle and walk straight to our bedroom. I can hear him chasing me, and laughter is bubbling up in my stomach, which is filled with excitement.

An arm bands around my waist, and I am lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed. Liam is stripping off his clothes.

I look up and down his beautiful body. It should be a crime for someone to look like this. He is just perfect, and he is perfect on the inside too. He has the best heart; well, maybe only when it comes to me.

He has a slight temper.

“Hey, Baby,” I say. I lean up and push my hair out from under my back. His eyes lock onto my naked body. “How was your day?”

“Way fucking better now,” he growls, falling to his knees. His hands wrap around my calves, pulling me down the bed. I throw my legs over his shoulders, and his head is between my legs.

“Goodness!” I hiss, my hands twisting in his hair. He growls, his hands tightening and pulling me harder against his mouth. His mouth is licking, sucking, and nipping in all of the right places, places that drive me wild.

“Fuck me, Liam,” I beg.

I’ve been wanting him like crazy all day long. I crave him like he is my next breath. His hands go to my hips, and he turns me so my back is facing him. He lifts my hips and I lean on my elbows.

Lips press against my burn scars. I grit my teeth, my eyes clenched closed, trying not to cry even though he has done this many times. The first time he saw my scars, I was self-conscious. He made it his mission to ensure that I wasn’t self-conscious and that I knew he loved all of me, scars and all.

One thing I will never doubt is his love for me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve someone like him, but I thank God every single day that I have him.

I feel him at my entrance, and I push back as he pushes in all the way to the hilt. I groan and push back harder, circling my hips. His fingers are tight around my hips, controlling our movements.

He slides out and back in, slowly. My whole body shivers at the pure pleasure. “Feel good, Baby?” he asks, his hand rubbing my ass cheek, down to my clit, which he pinches.

My whole body jolts. I clench around him, and that is when he lets loose, giving me all he has, pounding into me hard. His hips slam against me with every thrust.

I clutch the sheet, biting it as I try not to scream. His hand slides up my back, then into my hair. I look back and he grabs my hair, turning my head so I’m looking at him.

His eyes bore into mine, and he slams home, our hips twisting, and his free hand rolls my clit. My eyes roll back into my head, and I come hard around his dick, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks.

He comes right along with me, and I fall face first onto the bed, breathing hard. Liam pushes my hair out of my face, and he slowly pulls out of me and settles down beside me, pulling me onto his chest.

“Love you, Liam.”

He smiles, kissing my cheek. “I love you too, my love.”

11

Paisley

“Get your hands off of her, Liam, before I shoot your ass,” Dad says for the tenth time since we have walked into the house.

“Dad, he is just touching my shoulder.”

His eyes widen like I am the crazy one. “So what, he is touching you.” His fists are clenched on top of the table.

Liam’s hand drifts from my shoulder and down my arm, and he smiles at my father. He is doing it on purpose, that little fucker. My father’s face reddens. Liam isn’t making it better, that’s for sure. I hear Kayla laughing from the kitchen, and I know that she is eavesdropping.

We have finished eating, but Liam is eating his third helping of dessert. I pick up my plate and leave them to their own devices.

Kayla is leaning against the counter, her hand pressed against her mouth, trying to hold in her laughter. She looks at me, tears falling from her eyes. I laugh at her, and she drops her hand and lets her laughter out. “I love every minute of this, your dad always likes to tease me that my boy will have a girlfriend someday.”

Kayla has become a mother figure to me. She came into my life when I was nineteen, and we just clicked from the beginning. My father never had a girlfriend until I was out of the house and on my own.

Kayla was blind when I first met her. She had surgery to correct the problem with her eyes, and now she can see. When was she was blind, she was really independent. She wanted to do everything on her own.

In the end she was the best thing that ever happened to my father. I have never seen him happier.

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