This is my favorite sweatshirt— it still smells like her.
Callousedfingers run over my hip, pulling me back into a firm body.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” The scent of whiskey and lavender wraps around me like a scarf and helps loosen my eyelids.
They crack open as I spin around in his arms. “Liam? What time is it?” I ask groggily.
“Just after 3 AM.” His voice is rough as his thumb skims over my still numb lip.
“Did you get what you needed from him?” My vision adjusts to the dark, taking in red-rimmed eyes and the broken skin around his knuckles.
“No. The bastard won’t break. Usually by now they would have—l don’t want to risk killing him without the information we need. So I called inreinforcements.” Resignation coats his words.
Why did he say it like that? Is Killian coming? Does he feel like he’s failing as a leader by calling in backup?
His arm curls around me, pulling me in closer. “I handled this whole night like an eejit. I’ve been walking on eggshells around you, Madison. I’m so terrified of fucking this up with you, that I am quite literally fucking this up with you. I was sodamn terrified when one of my men came in to alert me of the active shooter. All I could think of was that you weren’t next to me. I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t shield you from a fucking bullet. I may have trained you well, Madison, but you're not bulletproof. When my search came up empty after checking the restroom and then the two rooms before the one I found you in, my heart sunk. I couldn’t handle the possibility that you had been shot or killed. The moment I got to the third room and saw you laying prone there at the entrance, and thatbastardon the floor behind you—I shut down. My brain just kept reminding me of whatcouldhave happened and not fully comprehending that you were safe in my arms. That you had taken him down yourself.”
“I’m okay, Liam. You trained me well,” I try to reassure him, still groggy.
His chest rumbles against mine as he lowers his forehead to mine. “I can’t lose you, Madison.”
“You didn’t,” I whisper, looking up into his worried eyes.
“No, I didn’t.” His hands cup my face before he lowers his lips to mine. He’s gentle at first, careful of my stitches. My eyes close, savoring this moment. When we break apart, I lower my head to his chest as his arms lock around me. I’m not sure how long I stay like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, the calming rise and fall of his chest. Lavender and cedarwood are a deadly combination, finally bringing some peace to my racing mind.
My nails comb through his hair before I pull him closer to me. Featherlight strokes of his fingertips tickle my skin as they lift the hem of my sweatshirt. Hesitating a moment, his eyes search mine, asking silent permission to continue. I reach down and help him lift it over my head. Next to go are my sweatpants. Torturously slow, he unties the string that keeps the oversized pants clinging to my hips. I shimmy out of them, kicking themdown to the bottom of the bed. I’m left naked and bare for him under these sheets.
The tips of his fingers glide down over the swells of my breasts and circle each nipple, which hardens at his touch. Each of his palms cups around them as he reacquaints himself with my body. After giving my breasts attention, he moves on to trail his hands down the curve of my waist and over my ass, squeezing it before tugging me closer. All I can feel is the heat between our bodies and the massive erection he has pressed to my center.
“These need to go,” I sigh breathlessly, tugging off his sweatpants. He kicks them to the bottom of the bed near mine.
I find my courage, gripping his cock in my palm and running it up and down. Pre-cum beads at the tip, encouraging me to rub it around the swollen head. His fingers circle my clit at the same pace I’ve set with him. Teeth nip at my neck before his lips find the base of my throat.
Two fingers slip into my throbbing entrance. I hook my leg over his hips before rolling on top of him. He continues to finger fuck me, letting me ride his fingers as I grip his cock from behind, pumping it.
A moan slips out as I toss my head back. My walls clench around his fingers as his cock twitches in my hand.
“Get the condoms. Now,” I huff out. “I need this, Liam.”
His hand slides away from my core to reach into his end table drawer. The crinkle of plastic opening shoots waves of anticipation through me.
Liam lifts his hips with me on them to sheathe himself. His hands land back on my waist, gripping it tightly as if I may disappear.
I rise and line myself up, sinking slowly down onto his cock. A hiss leaves my lips at the twinge and fullness I feel. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex. My hips move, remembering how easily we fit together. He meets my thrusts, lifting his hips asmine come down. Our sighs and moans mixed with the sound of slapping fills the room. As my pace picks up so does my blooming orgasm. Liam’s cock swells inside me—he’s close.
Eager fingers grip my hips almost bruisingly as his jaw clenches. The door to his room creaks open. Liam slams into me over and over again, ignoring whoever is there. As an orgasm is ready to tear through me, I somehow manage to force my head towards the door.
Diego is there. His shadowy figure leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest,watchingus. Amused. Turned on.
That should have been a bucket of cold water on my libido. Instead, it makes me moan out.
“You like him watching us, baby?” Liam growls as he continues slamming into me unrelentlessly. “Show him how good you are at riding my cock.”
Another moan rips up my throat as my pussy clenches around his pulsing length.
Diego comes up next to us on the bed and grips my neck, curling his fingers around my jaw. Coconut mixes with the smell of lust and lavender as he leans down to kiss me roughly. His tongue runs over the stitches. His other hand dips between my folds, circling my clit. Stars blur my vision, the edges an aurora of changing colors.
My body explodes with pleasure.