Page 53 of Recklessly You
Five minutes later, Liam strolls out of my house with a bag and my purse. He looks like an angry god, hair wet and shirt soaked as the rain comes down harder and thunder rattles the night. He hops in, tossing my stuff in the backseat of his Camaro. Without a word, he starts the engine. The car roars to life, his beautiful gray eyes look to mine, a strand of hair draped over his eye. Leaning in, I brush it to the side. God, I want to kiss him. It hurts that he rejected my kiss earlier. Will he ever kiss me again?
“Let’s go,” he fumes, protectiveness coursing through his veins.
Is it wrong it turns me on? Liam tossing Eric off of me was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He drives angrily on the highway until we take an exit into Mission Drive. We drive up into a beautiful neighborhood surrounded by green trees and beautifully landscaped flowers. Liam has been silent the whole way. He should have left me at home if my presence is too much for him. He clearly doesn’t want my company, but he wants me here with him.
He parks the car in front of a small home with a beautiful patio and a small garage, a white fence surrounding the place. It’s cute. When he stops the engine, I reach for my bags.
I step into his home, and my eyes immediately dart around the spotless room. The color palette is dull, with no splash of color, but there are hints of warmth in the cozy blanket draped over the leather sofa and photos of him as a small child lining the walls. It certainly looks like a bachelor pad. A huge white dog bounds up to me, tail wagging uncontrollably. I kneel down to pet him.
“Hi, Duke. You’re a cute guy.”
“How do you know his name?”
Fuck. I shrug. “You told me.”
“Liar. You looked at my social media pages, didn’t you? Didn’t know I had a stalker.” He smirks and walks to the fridge to retrieve a water bottle.
I roll my eyes at his hulking back. “I had to look before I agreed to anything with you. How would I know you weren’t some crazy fuck?” I scratch Duke’s ears, and he nuzzles into me.
“Sure, whatever you say. Do you want water?”
“No, thanks.”
He leans into the gray marble counter and swallows a stream of his water. “I’ll give you something else to drink.” His deep-timbred voice sends a shiver down my spine.
He’s pissed Eric touched me forcefully after I told him to leave—and not because he’s jealous. It’s because he’s being protective. And it turns me on.
“Let’s go to the bedroom. You’re wet, and so am I.” He walks off while I trail behind him nervously. “Stay, Duke,” he says without looking back.
He slams the door shut. Standing behind the door, I bite my nails, an uneasy feeling crawling in the pit of my stomach. How many women has he had in his room, on that vast king-sized bed? He unbuttons his uniform shirt, dropping it to the floor, leaving him in only his white tee. His muscles tighten under the shirt, showing every bit of his six-pack. His eyes scan me with possessiveness, fire dancing in their gunmetal depths.
“Come here, Sophie,” he demands, his voice even and gruff.
I can sense the fury simmering in his rigid posture and sharp eyes. His clenched jaw and flared nostrils show his blatant displeasure at Eric having forced his lips on mine, but a part of me is strangely pleased to see him so protective of me.
Once I’m in front of him, I say, “Liam.” My voice comes out pleading.
“Shut the fuck up, Sophie.”
I shoot him a narrow look. “Excuse me!”
“Unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock.”
Holy hotness.
My eyes widen, and the tingling between my legs burns with need. Without a doubt, I can’t refuse this demand. God, who would? My hands tremble as I undress him. His eyes track me closely, never leaving my body. My fingers slip past the button of his trousers, and finally, freed from his trousers, I take out his huge cock. I stroke it up and down, feeling veins pulsing underneath the palm of my hand.
“Suck my cock, bella. I want those pretty red lips wrapped around it. I want my cum spilling on those lips and seeping into them. Demolishing any evidence of the fucker whose lips were on yours. Now, get on your knees. Suck it like a good girl.”
Oh, hell.
Why do I like this so much? I bite my lip and kneel, taking him in my mouth. My tongue traces up and down his pulsing veins. He groans at my touch. My mouth worships at his altar, taking him in with devout desire. His shaft enlarges in my mouth, the saltiness running down my lips as he comes.
“That’s my good girl. So good.” His fingers tangle in my hair as he bobs my head deeper, grunting his release.
My eyelashes flutter when I look up at him, watching me.
Licking my lips, I say, “Better?”
