Page 7 of Sleigh My Name
“It matters because I want to know how often you whored it up.”
Frustration racks me, and I elbow him, forcing him to stumble backward. “Fuck you! How many women did you fuck, Liam? How often did you whore around?”
“A few,” he replies with a laugh-groan. “Around twenty. Could be more. I was drunk a lot.”
I step toward him until his back hits the wall. “Then you need to shut your mouth about the men who fucked what belonged when you had no problem letting other women fuck what belonged to me.”
Liam’s laugh is hollow. “You think I belong to you?”
Gripping his shirt, I rip it down the middle. I smile and point to the tattoo above his heart. “You’re the one with my name on your body. So as far as ownership goes, you belong to me far more than I belong to you.”
CHAPTER 5
Liam
“Too spicy.”I frown, setting the amber-hued tumbler on the pine countertop in the tasting room.
Travis stands behind the bar next to Linda, hip cocked to one side. They’ve set a spread of four whiskey samples before me, each a special Christmas-flavored blend we’re experimenting with.
“I like the vanilla and cinnamon in the first one,” I say. “Keep the others on tap until we’re out but bottle the first one for limited release.”
Linda nods, making notes.
The door opens, and a winter breeze rushes in, bringing Charley with it. She’s even more gorgeous in the morning light than she was last night.
Fuck. Last night. I wanted to fuck her like an animal. And I would have if she hadn’t exposed my tattoo, making me want toscamper off and lick my wounds. She’s right, though; she owns me. She has from the very first moment I saw her.
“Morning,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes as she approaches the counter.
I tilt my head toward her. “Morning.”
It’s not what I want to say. I want to call her my good little whore as I bend her over this counter and fuck her into oblivion until she screams my name. It’s what I’ve always wanted with her; days of laughter and nights of fucking until we’re limp from exhaustion. But I’ve never had what I want when it comes to Charley.
“How’d you sleep, dear?” Linda asks, breaking across my thoughts.
“Great. I was so exhausted, I could’ve slept in the barn and been cozy.”
Linda’s brow furrows. “And where is Penny this morning?”
“Liam arranged for her to have a private riding lesson, apparently.” Charley catches my eye, causing tingles to blast through every nerve ending. “She’s in the horse barn right now, and I think she’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her. Thank you, Liam, for arranging that for her.”
I felt like an asshole after I left Charley last night. I didn’t know what to do about my urges and desires, but I knew I could make the kid happy. So, despite my emotions being in turmoil, I made sure that at least someone had a good time this morning.
I lean a little closer, inhaling her fresh scent. “I’m glad she’s happy.”
Her eyes dart away. “I’m glad someone is.”
“You’re not happy, Princess?”
“It’s just been a lot. I didn’t expect to…”
I slide closer so that my mouth is by her ear and whisper, “Didn’t expect to what? Be fucked by me?”
Charley freezes, and her breath quickens. She takes a deep breath to calm herself, her eyes on the floor. “I can’t get tangled up in this, Liam. I have Penny. To consider”
“I’m here for you and that little girl now, and I’m not going anywhere.” I catch her chin, tilting her head to meet my gaze. “And neither are you.”
Linda clears her throat, her eyes on Charley. “Um, on the way here this morning, I stopped at the school on the corner—you know, the one my grandson goes to? Well, it so happens they have room in Penny’s grade, so I enrolled her.”
