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“Yeah.” I rub my face.
Liam sets the toy aside and pulls me into a one-armed hug. I nestle against him, feeling the comfort I desperately need after offering the same to Ben. This is a circle of hurt and comfort. I just hope we can get over the hurt and move forward. Ben especially. Eddie means nothing to me. I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire, as the saying goes, but his call has still left me a bit shaken and raw. The scent of summer rain washes over me, and I look up into Liam’s face, his cute, smiling face, andeverything clicks into place. This is an alpha I can rely on, who won’t hurt me or try to control me. Slick gushes out of my pussy suddenly, and Liam catches the scent, his grip tightening on me.
“Zara,” he murmurs, but I don’t let him finish. I crawl onto his lap and cup his face, kissing him deeply, bruising his lips with the promise of more. He groans into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, bringing me closer until I can feel his cock stiffen. We’re a tangle of need and reassurance, of comfort sought and given.
His fingers edge under the hem of my top, tracing patterns on my skin that leave trails of heat in their wake.
I grind my pussy against him, and he growls softly, a low rumble from his chest that vibrates through my hands. The purr that escapes me is swallowed up by his mouth on mine.
“Fuck,” he pants and pulls away. “So, is that a yes for a date?”
His quizzical expression makes me burst out laughing, and I nod. “Yes. Yes, I’ll go out with you. But maybe we don’t tell Ben right now.”
“Good idea. He’s grouchy enough.”
My heart sinks again, “With good reason.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, lifting me up to place me next to him on the couch. “You’d better go over there before I ravage you.”
I giggle and rise. “You go shower first. You need to get moving for work, and I need to check on Mia.”
He nods but doesn’t move, watching my every move as I saunter as sexily as I can in wet flip flops and damp pjs up the stairs to check on the baby.
Chapter 27
Benjamin
I’m pacing my bedroom, my hands running through my hair, tugging in frustration. Zara’s confession has me wound up tight, but not because I fear for my daughter’s safety or Zara’s, for that matter. It’s because of my slip-up.
Fuck.
Fuck. What a fucking idiot thing to say.
I can still smell Zara’s mild fear over telling me about her ex calling mingled with her natural scent, even after she left. It is confusing me in ways that I don’t want to be confused.
I’m about to start another lap of my room when there’s a firm knock at the door. “Come in,” I grunt, trying not to sound as aggressive as I feel. It’s not Zara, her knock is softer than that.
The door cracks open, and Liam pokes his head through, looking like he might be walking into a lion’s den—which isn’t far from the truth at the moment.
“Everything alright?” He steps into the room but keeps a safe distance.
I stop pacing and stare at him with a deep sigh. “Zara just told me about that fucking ex of hers who rang yesterday.”
Liam’s face hardens. “Yeah, he sounds like a real asshole.”
“Exactly,” I say flatly.
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because she didn’t tell you?”
“Why would she have had to tell me? Her past is none of my business unless it becomes part of her present. It did, and she told me. Nothing else to be said.”
Liam gives me an impressed nod. “Okay, you’re taking it better than I thought you would.”
“Look, after the morning I’ve had already, this was nothing.”
