Page 97 of Skating the Blue Line
“If she wants an orgasm, I will. With my tongue, fingers, or cock, she can take her pick,” he tells me, his eyes gleaming when I let out a gasp.
No way.
This isn't happening. I have to be dreaming because there is no way in hell that Liam is saying what I think he’s saying.
I watch as he comes closer to the door, the toy I was using on myself a few minutes ago, in his hand, taunting me.
Liam is looking like he’s the predator and I’m his prey. And I’m liking it. I’m liking it so damn much.
And the second that he says his next few words, I’m an absolute goner. The desperation taking over.
“Do you want one, sweetheart? Do you want to come?” He asks, in that low voice of his that has me holding my legs together a little tighter.
I give him a nod, not being able to speak.
“Then be the good girl that I know that you are and come and get it.”
25
LIAM
This woman keeps surprising me.This is the third time that I’ve come home and the night has gone the complete opposite that I thought it would.
First, it was the night that she told me that we were having a girl. I kissed her for the first time in five months, and it felt good to have not only my mouth on her but also my hands. It took everything in me to pull away and not suggest anything sexual.
The second time the night didn’t go as planned was when I found her crying in her room over her ripped pants and everything else not fitting. The very same night where I acted like an asshole instead of consoling her.
Then there’s tonight.
Our game against Detroit ended a little bit ahead of schedule so we were able to make it to DTW in record time and head home early. My plan for tonight was to head home and maybe convince Chloe to watch a movie with me and possibly go over that list of baby names that she’s been sending me.
It was going to be a quiet night, nothing too crazy.
Then I walked in.
The apartment was quiet and from the looks of the living room, that was where she was before heading to her room. I thought that she had fallen asleep on the couch and then went to her bed.
No big deal.
Then I get to the hallway.
I heard the footsteps hitting the hardwood and the door opening before I saw her but when I did, my jaw fucking dropped.
Chloe naked as naked as can be. My eyes took in every single delicious inch of her all the while my mouth watered. I wanted to close the distance between us and take her in my arms and have my way with her.
Her tits were full and her belly looked absolutely breathtaking. I knew she had gained a few curves since the last time we were together and now I knew exactly where they were. For a solid minute I just stood there, not being able to think about anything, but Chloe.
I couldn’t even talk.
When she went back into her room, I was finally able to compose myself.
That only lasted for a second or two, because instantly my mind went somewhere else.
Why was she naked?
Did she have a guy over?
And if she did, why did she think it was appropriate to bring him here where he would get killed for even looking at her.
