Page 69 of Summertime Friends

Okay, it might be. I claw at his shoulders and gasp at the stretching feeling.

Liam chuckles, pausing to let me adjust. “It’s almost all in.”

He pulls out slightly before pushing in gently till all of him fills me.

“States.” He swallows, breathing hitches, feeling how tight I am around him. “Is it?”

I shake my head no.

“Good girl,” he kisses my forehead. “You’re already taking me perfectly.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” I say—matching mischievous smile form on our faces.

“And it won’t be your last with me.” Liam starts to move in and out of me. His thrusts are consistent at first but become faster and harder as my breath quickens, and I grasp at the smooth sheets with my hands.

I’m getting close again. The edge I want to barrel over with him is in sight, and the pressure within me is pushing me closer to it.

Liam must sense it. He reaches for a pillow, pulls up my hips, and places it behind the small of my back. The smallest change in angle giving him better leverage to dive deeper into me from on his knees.

My release is inevitable as soon as Liam reaches a hand down and pinches my most sensitive spot. My legs curl up around his back ashe continues to thrust harder and play with me. My climax pulses around him. Liam follows with a cry of my name on his lips.

Catching our breath, he pulls out of me. Lying side by side, he wraps an arm around me, pulling me into him.

While we lay there, I can’t contain the smirk that curls across my face. I let out a soft giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” Liam asks.

I giggle again. “Just that the British came.”

Liam pinches my side. “Is that right? I won’t warn you next time.” I can feel him laughing through his arms that are holding me.

Liam eventually gets up and heads to the bathroom, letting me know he’ll grab something to clean us up. I look up at the ceiling, thinking, trying to figure out how I will get through the rest of this trip without breaking another promise to myself.

29

LIAM

Six Summers Ago

“What time is your flight today?” I ask Emerson as she crawls up my body, out from underneath the sheets.

Laying on top of me, her arms resting on my chest, I use my thumb to swipe remnants of me from the corner of her mouth.

She sucks my thumb into her mouth. Circling her tongue around it while keeping eye contact with me.

Releasing my thumb, Emerson kisses me and climbs out of bed.

“Not until three this afternoon. I’m going to call an Uber by noon.”

“Hours away, States. Hours away from now.” I flick her a smirk. “Come back here.” I pat the space next to me.

Across the room, she stops pulling out her clothes from the dresser. Only in my t-shirt, the one she stole the first night she stayed over, her hips sway in a teasing but lustrous way as she turns to face me. Her lips pout as she walks back over to the bed. Pulling back the white, cloud-like covers, she climbs in next to me, braiding her bare legs between mine. Her smooth skin is silk against me.

We’ve shared a bed since that night in Paris. Even in a room with two beds, I booked it on purpose after she recounted an incident from earlier in her trip, we’d cram our bodies into one. I loved those few nights when there wasn’t space between us, and we were forced to be skin-to-skin. Emerson doesn’t cuddle when she sleeps. She’ll start curled up into me but eventually ends up wiggling her way to the edge. She says it reminds her of college and sharing a twin bed.

I tried not to think about who she was sharing it with.

Untangling our legs, rolling on top of her. I take hold of her hands, pinning them over her head. I’m inside of her as quickly as I watch her thoughts go everywhere else.

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