Page 3 of Falling For Liam
“You got it.”
“Whoa, slow down,” I laugh as she pours way past the measure line on the glass.
“What? Dec’s paying. Fill your boots!”
“I’ve got to drive back tomorrow; I don’t need to be hanging.”
“Tomorrow?” she complains. “I was hoping to spend some more time together.”
“I know, me too. I’ve got work. I need the mo—”
“It’s fine, Liv. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. We’ll just have to make the most of tonight,” she announces as she slides my glass over. It’s so full, the wine sloshes over the side.
I pick it up and raise it in the air. “To you, Mrs. soon to be Morrison.”
The smile she graces me with almost splits her face in two. My stomach twists as pain radiates throughout my body at her happiness. That was me, once. I had that blissful smile on my face every time I thought about David. Now…now, I can’t remember the last time he made me smile.
I don’t get to dwell on thoughts of my reality because the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Looking up at Nicole, who’s perched herself on the stool next to me with her own glass of wine, I see her focus is over my shoulder. I know exactly who she’s looking at, and although I knew it was inevitable, all I want to do is run.
My heart pounds and my temperature soars the closer he gets. I know he’s right behind me, and I’m just about to turn, when someone calls out, “Liam, dude, get over here.”
Liam
Nicole told me she was coming but, the longer I wait, staring at the door, the more I don’t think she’s going to turn up. Why would she avoid me, though? Nothing happened between us, not really. Just because I haven’t been able to get her blue eyes, or incredibly long legs out of my mind for even a second, it doesn’t mean she’s even had a fleeting thought about me. She went back to her boyfriend. I should have forgotten about her and tried to move on, like she did. But I can’t. I’ve never experienced this type of connection with anyone else, and I’m pretty sure I won’t again. She’s the one I’ve been looking for, I’m convinced of it. If only she were on the same page.
It fucking killed me when I found out she left to go back to him. I was desperate for more time with her, to find out if the thing that was between us was what I thought it was. Her upping and leaving without saying a word obviously points towards it not being as I hoped.
My thoughts cause a small fluttering of nerves to run through me. She didn’t want me then, so why am I sat here thinking she’s not turned up because of me? I meant nothing to her.
Turning to BJ, I try to focus on whatever the fuck it is he’s talking about. His mouth might be moving, but no words hit my ears. My mind is too full of memories.
My skin tingles with awareness, and without turning around, I know why. I’ve experienced it before.
She’s here.
Lowering my drink, I look over Dec’s shoulder. My breath catches as my eyes land on her. I might only be seeing the back of her, but that affects me no less than if I were looking at her face. I make my way down her long, tousled hair, over her slim waist to the leather skirt tightly wrapped around her hips.
Fuck.
My hands clench at my sides and I take a deep breath as I drop down to her legs. They go on forever, but I’m soon distracted from her milky skin when I find straps wrapped around her ankles. My cock twitches at the sight as images of her bound in a very different way filter into my mind.
“Liam…Liam…dickhead.” A sharp pain pierces through my head. Turning to look at BJ, I find his irritating smug face looking back at me. Rubbing at the spot he just hit, I ask, “What was that for?”
“I was asking you a question.”
I rack my brain for whatever he could have been talking about, but I come up short. The only things I can see are those legs wrapped around my waist with the heels of her shoes digging into my arse. Fucking hell.
“For fuck’s sake, Liam. Did Rita just walk in or something?” Rolling my eyes at his unhealthy obsession with the singer, I try to focus on him.
“No, it’s—” I don’t mean to, but my eyes flick over to where she’s now sat at the bar with Nicole.
“Ooooooh.” I watch as he gives her the once over and my temperature spikes. He has no right to look at her like that. The smile that creeps onto his face makes my hands twitch with the need to punch it off. BJ was obviously interested in Liv when we first met her. I mean, why wouldn’t he be? She’s gorgeous. Not that BJ is all that selective with who he spends time with. I never warned him off her; I didn’t have the right to, even if I was desperate to do so. She wasn’t mine. I’d like to think he sensed what was between us, but the way he’s looking at her right now makes me question his morals.
“BJ,” I growl.
“What? She’s smoking. I’m going to welcome her to town.” He goes to step away but I stop him with my hand landing on his forearm. Looking back at me, amusement dances in his eyes. “What’s wrong, Liam? Scared she’s going to want me over you?”
He’s baiting me. He wants me to stake my claim. I know him and Dec think I’m weird. They’ve never understood that I don’t get pleasure bringing random girls back to the house for the night. They’ve questioned me about it more times than I can count, but like fuck am I explaining what it is I want to them.
