Page 49 of Chasing After Forever

“I love how you feel,” I whispered into her ear, my lips grazing her tender flesh, nipping at her lobe. She pulsed around my hand, and my cock grew even harder. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last, with her gorgeous body wrapped around me and the hot water pummeling my skin.

“I want you,” she murmured, her hand reaching back to wrap around my cock. She stroked my shaft, rubbing up and down, as I pushed up against her ass cheeks.

After a few moments, I pulled out of her and spun her around, backing her up against the far wall, her shoulders flush with the tile. Using my body, I blocked her face from the spray of the water, then slid my hand down my cock and lined up with her entrance. I pushed in and she cried out as I pulled her down onto my hard rod, thrusting deeper, my fingers digging into her hips. Our skin slippery from the soapy water, our bodies slid over one another, soft skin and hard muscle, as I pumped into her over and over again. Macy’s hands flew to my shoulders, her nails biting into my tender skin, but the pain barely registered, overridden by pleasure.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured into the hot, wet skin of her neck, licking and sucking until she moaned. “I want to watch you come.”

“Liam,” she breathed out, her voice strained and husky with desire.

Hearing my name roll off her lips sent a thrill through me; I wanted to make her cry out, her only cogent thought to be about me.

I ran my palms up her body, tracing the graceful lines of her arms, moving her hands from my shoulders. Encircling her wrists, I pinned her arms up above her head. Then I drove even harder and deeper into her, our bodies slamming together. Soft vibrations hummed low in Macy’s throat, rising to a keening pitch and I knew she was close. Her eyes fluttered shut, her neck long, exposed, her head resting on the tile.

“Come, baby,” I urged her, dropping hot kisses on the soft skin of her neck. That was all the encouragement she needed, her body clenching and releasing around my cock buried deep inside her.

“Oh...Liam,” she cried, as her orgasm ripped through her. I released her hands, bringing her in close to me, absorbing the impact of her pleasure and supporting her.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured into my chest. “Come inside me.”

I heeded her request, continuing to pump into her even as she came down, her body soft and pliant against mine. My muscles tensed, coiling, and I readied for my release, exploding inside her.

“Macy...” I groaned, crushing my mouth to hers. She melted into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, water rolling down my back.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. “Look—no tears,” she said, smiling up at me. Droplets of water beaded on her face, and I reached out, wiping them away.

“Was that good for you?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious about my assertive behavior.

“No, it was awful. We should probably do it again, get it right this time.” She grinned at me, cupping my face with her hand.

“You’re a real hoot,” I said, stroking her hand with my thumb. “C’mon, Cinderella, we need to get you to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“This was the best part, though. I hate for it to end.”

“Ditto.” I dropped a soft kiss on her lips, then opened the door to the shower. “Finish up. I’ll see you in bed.”

“Liam?” She gazed up at me, her lashes long and dark from the water.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” I asked, confused.

“For not running away from my complicated. I don’t usually let people in. But for some reason, I let down my walls with you. And you didn’t freak out. So thank you.”

“Macy...” I said, reaching for her hand and bringing it to my lips. I pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I won’t run away. Promise.”

Her hazel eyes welled up with tears and I brushed them away. “Don’t. No tears. See you in bed.”

I closed the door, letting her finish washing up in peace.

15

MACY

Iwoke up in the middle of the night, Liam’s strong arms holding me tight against his bare chest, and exhaled. Really, truly exhaled, a long, soft, contented breath.

It was the first time I’d felt calm—dare I say, even happy—in more than a decade and a half. Ever since my mother ran off with the cover band singer. I hated to say it, even think it, but her leaving me with Everly had been worse than being abandoned alone; I’d been responsible for my sister. As a seventeen-year-old. I knew it was a big responsibility then, but now, in retrospect? The weight of that responsibility had crushed me, and I hadn’t even realized it. Until now.

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