Page 16 of Mysterious

Ainsley reaches out to grab my hand to keep me from leaving, but I pull it away as soon as she touches me. I love her and she’s my best friend, but I don’t want to answer any questions tonight about why I care about Liam or why I feel better when he’s around.

I just do, and that’s enough for me.

I sink downinto my new standalone tub filled with hot water and lavender bubble bath, closing my eyes as relaxation comes over me. No more talking. No more thinking. No more anything but me and this tub and the bubbles that cover my body.

While I enjoy the silence, I wonder what Liam is doing right now. He’s probably hanging out with his guys going over what needs to be tweaked for tomorrow night’s show. All work and no play seems to be his mantra. He should change that. I can appreciate the work he does, but a little more play would be nice.

As I imagine them all seated around the table in his room with serious faces discussing how this guy should move his position to this place and that guy should adjust where he stands by so many feet, I can’t help but sigh in relief that he came to my rescue when I needed him tonight. Michael never did that, but then again, I never knew he was doing such a shitty job protecting me that I had anything to worry about.

Nobody ever did anything like that for me before. I had no idea what I was missing.

And now that I know how good it feels, I sure as hell don’t want to go back to not having that kind of feeling.

Lost in thought about Liam, I don’t realize my hand has slid down my slick skin until my finger strokes between my legs for the first time. Mmmm…God, that feels good. I haven’t been with any man in far too long, and although my hand and vibrators do the trick, they aren’t usually as good as the real thing.

Now, though, as I close my eyes and imagine him between my legs lashing my pussy with his tongue, I can’t help but notice this is much better than usual. Every inch of my body feels alive, like every nerve ending is wide awake and firing on all cylinders. It must be the subject matter of tonight’s fantasy.

I can see him in my mind’s eye without a shirt on, his hard, muscular body settled in between my thighs as he goes down on me better than any man ever has. I stuff my hand into his hair and run my fingers through it. Softer than I thought it would be, it feels like silk against my skin.

His thumbs hold me open so he can reach every delicious spot on me. Deep inside, the first tendrils of my orgasm begin to unravel, and with every inch the sensation travels, a feeling of utter ecstasy comes with it.

Finally, he sucks my clit gently into between his lips, and that’s all it takes. Colors and shapes explode behind my eyes, and it’s like every inch of my body is turned toward my pussy to watch it revel in how incredible this feels.

I smile at that fantasy, and a second later, my finger dips inside me as I come harder than I think I’ve ever done before in my life from masturbating. My legs shoot out until the soles of my feet slam against the wall of the tub, and I cry out in utter pleasure.

Exhausted, I slide down under the water until my whole body is submerged. Oh, God, I hope that fantasy comes true and he’s as good as I dream he is. If he doesn’t know how to do me better than my own hand, I think I might be depressed for a month.

A knocking noise rips me out of my thoughts of Liam going down on me, and I pop up above the surface of the water to listen to where it’s coming from. Pushing my hair back off my face, I look around for any clue. It’s not here in the bathroom. That’s for sure.

I strain to hear it and realize a few seconds later it’s someone knocking on my bedroom door. Probably Ainsley. She hates when we have disagreements, and I did leave her pretty abruptly. She probably wants to make sure we aren’t really fighting.

“Come in!” I yell and then look down my body to assess the bubble situation. There’s still enough for Ainsley to come talk to me.

As I slide my hands up over the top of my head to get a few stray hairs stuck near my eyes, I hear her come in. Now that I’ve calmed down and relaxed in the bath a little, I don’t feel so much like going toe to toe with her about Liam. She’ll come around to see how great he is. She just needs some time.

Ainsley doesn’t say anything at first, so I look over toward the door to see why she’s so silent. It’s very much not like her to not start talking the second she walks into my room.

But when I turn my head, it isn’t my life coach I see leaning against the doorframe but Liam! His arms are folded across his broad chest, and the white T-shirt he’s wearing seems to strain against his biceps. I look up at his face to see him smiling, and for a second, I smile back.

Until I realize I barely had enough bubbles a few minutes ago. Now, I don’t have enough to cover the major parts of my body, leaving much of me exposed.

“Liam, what are you doing here? I thought you were Ainsley!” I say as I scramble to cross my arms over my chest.

He doesn’t look away, even as I splash around all flustered that he’s watching me naked in the tub. “I just wanted to come by and check on you after all that happened tonight.”

Something about the lilt of his voice tells me he’s enjoying how bothered his being here makes me. That and the fact that he hasn’t stopping grinning since I first noticed him.

“I’m fine. Slightly unbubbled, but fine all the same.”

Finally, his smile fades, and he asks, “Unbubbled?”

I drop my gaze to the bath quickly becoming merely water with almost no bubbles and then look up at him. “Unbubbled. As in, there were a lot more bubbles just a few minutes ago. Why don’t you wait for me out in my room and we can talk as soon as I get dried off.”

His smile returns, and I’m sure he can see right into my bathtub from the angle he’s staring down at me. “It’s okay. We can talk tomorrow. I just wanted to check on you.”

For a moment, my embarrassment fades, and I feel nothing but happy that someone cared enough to see if I was okay after all that happened at the show tonight. I want to talk to him, so I say, “Please wait for me. I’ll be right out. Just close the door and I swear it won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

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