Page 75 of Look My Way
“What’s wrong? Did you see someone?”
“I . . . I guess I thought I did. I don’t know. Must be the exhaustion.”
“Yeah. Maybe. I can check it out if you need me to.” His nose nudges my neck.
Turning to face him, I shake my head. “No. It’s okay. I’m just being crazy.”
Rubbing a thumb under my bottom lip, he kisses my nose. “I highly doubt that. You seem perfectly sane to me.”
“Maybe you’re just as crazy, then.”
“Possibly.” His brows lift, lips shifting into a grin. “Maybe crazy likes crazy just like misery loves company.”
I breathe out a laugh. “Now you just sound ridiculous.”
“I could be ridiculous. I can be whatever you want.” He licks at my lips, flicking his tongue down my chin, and my breaths catch.
Bodies pressed together, his cock hardens against my thigh, and my nipples stiffen the longer my skin is in contact with his. “You’re fine exactly the way you are,” I whisper against his lips. Eyes darkening, his fingers slide down my crack, and our lips crash like two waves pushed by the strong force of a current. Just like that the other man is gone from my head, and I’m only thinking about the one reaching for me like he needs to stay connected to me in order to breathe properly. He’s all I care to see right now, especially when he makes me feel like I’m his everything.
Twenty-Nine
Liam
I wake up to warm breath cascading down my naked spine. Smiling into the pillow, I press back into the large body folding around mine. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning,” I say groggily, burying my face deeper, not wanting him to smell my morning breath.
“Why are you hiding from me, huh?”
“Because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” My words are partly garbled against the pillow.
“I don’t care about that.” A kiss is pressed to my shoulder. “Turn around, carino, and kiss me good morning.”
I shake my head, holding on to the pillow tighter, and he laughs. “Oh, come on. You said you wanted me just as I was last night, and I want you just as you are now.”
“That’s not the same thing,” I mumble, and he blows out a breath.
“Sure it is. Come on, sweet boy. Daddy needs his morning kiss.”
Daddy.
Something jolts inside me and I’m beaming from the inside out. How can I say no to him when he calls himself that? Needing to see the pride in his eyes, I roll over and lower my head shyly. Lifting my chin, he smiles sweetly and stays where he is.
“I’m waiting, pequeño.” His tone is firm, his face like stone.
I take a breath and press my lips to his before quickly pulling away.
“You can do better than that.” He cocks his head, one half of his mouth tilting.
I laugh nervously and kiss him again. This time it’s longer and harder with a little tongue. His mouth is so warm and inviting that I go deeper, and what’s building between us intensifies causing firecrackers to explode behind my lids. We both gasp for air as we pull away, and he’s smiling big, white teeth peeking between his parted lips. “Now that’s better.” He pecks my nose and then forehead. “My good, sweet boy. I love the way you taste. In the morning, after you eat tuna, and late at night when your mouth is full of my cum.”
My cheeks heat, and when I look down again, he doesn’t force me to meet his eyes, laughter drifting away as he moves off the bed. “Finish waking up and come down when you’re ready. I left a few things for you on the nightstand.”
“Where are you going?” I lift myself onto my elbows. “And why are you fully dressed already?” He’s wearing a black button down paired with faded jeans, and he looks delicious. I almost drag him back under the covers with me.
“I told Rob I’d help him move the tables and chairs outside.”
“What time is it?” I rub at my blurring eyes.
