Page 46 of Liam

Two Days Later

I wake up to the feel of Liam between my legs. “Liam,” I whisper, my voice deep, smoky from sleep. He burrows his head deeper, sucking my clit farther into his mouth, and my toes curl instantly. That is the thing that drives me crazy more than anything.

“Just fuck me.” My whole body is begging for it. He shakes his head, which causes his teeth to pull my clit.

“FUCK!” I scream, my legs shaking hard. He chuckles, his fingers digging into the outside of my thighs. “Baby, please, I beg you.” Liam raises his head, stares at me, and crawls up my body, giving in. I feel him right at the entrance, and I bend my hips, trying to slide him inside me. “Please,” I beg.

His hand strokes my cheek, his thumb moving over my lips. “Please what?” The hand moves down to my breast, the same thumb stroking my nipple.

“I want you, Baby.”

His hand strokes my side. I shiver at the contact, goose bumps breaking out across my skin. “Then my Baby can have me,” he whispers and my whole body shivers at his words. He pushes inside, all the way to the hilt.

My head falls back, exposing my throat, and he kisses my throat while moving inside me, slowly and so sexily.

“God, Baby, I love you.” I put my legs around his waist.

He looks into my eyes, his elbows by my face, his movements slow, making love to me.

Liam and I fuck a lot, multiple times a day, honestly, but these are the moments I treasure more than anything. We connect on a different level when we slow things down and just feel. We feel the love that we share.

I love him so much.

I drag my fingernails up and down his back lightly. “My Liam,” I whisper, my back arching when he hits that special spot.

“My love.” He bends his head and kisses me softly. “Now I fuck you,” he growls, and he hammers into me hard and relentlessly. I enjoy every single second of it.

I hold onto him and hang on for the ride, and what a fucking ride it is.

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Liam is outside doing something. I left a note on the table: Come find me, Baby.

I left him a Nerf gun on the table, and now I am sitting at the top of the stairs, lying down on my stomach so he doesn’t see me, waiting for him to come in. Once reads the note I am going to get him. Through the window I see him on the front porch.

Almost show time.

He comes in, takes his shoes off, and shuts the door, and he looks up and sees the note. I bite my lip trying to hide my laughter as he reads it and looks at the Nerf gun. I sit up and press my gun through the stair railings, pointing it directly at him. I pull the trigger, the foam Nerf bullet hits him on the chest, and his head shoots up. He looks at me with an evil grin on his face.

Oh fuck.

I get up and run to the back stairway. I can hear him running behind me, and if I don’t do something quickly he is going to find me easily. I turn around and see that he is coming fast. I aim my gun and pull the trigger, hitting him right in the chest. He lifts his gun and hits me right on the ass—how original—and he does this again and again.

“Hey!” I yell and stop running. I turn around to face him, and another bullet hits me on the tit. He pulls the trigger again and hits my other tit.

“Baby,” I scold and he laughs hard. He throws down his gun and grabs me so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to move. “Baby, we have to go to the club. All of the women are practicing shooting.” He laughs at my pouting, and he bends down and throws me over his shoulder.

“Let me down, Liam!” I yell with mock anger.

He laughs again, his hand landing hard on my ass. I jolt from the small sting. “Hey!” I yell and reach down, grabbing his ass. He carries me right out of the house and straight to his truck, which is now fixed. The club owns a few body shops, so it was no problem getting it fixed so soon.

The MC has their fingers in a lot of things; we have a car dealership and everything. It’s wild to see everything we own. My dad and Kyle were the founders; they started the clubs from nothing. They wanted the club to be a family; they wanted to make sure that their kids and generations to come would never have to worry about money. They wanted to keep everyone safe and secure.

My dad was never in the military; he was a single father at nineteen years old and he raised me. He raised me by himself for years until he met Kyle—and Kyle, along with the other guys, helped him out. Dad took me bra shopping and that was the most uncomfortable thing in the whole world, trying to find the kind of bra I needed. He acted like it was the most normal thing in the world, but I know he was screaming and cussing on the inside.

I am glad that he has Kayla. They have the kind of love that everyone strives to have, and I have that with Liam. I wake up in the middle of the night and think, how did I get so lucky and blessed? I thank God every single day for him.

These past two days Liam and I have barely made it out of bed. We stayed in and vegged in front of the TV. Today we got the call from Kyle at our gun range that they want us women to learn to shoot. Luckily for me I know how to shoot.

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