Page 42 of Keeping Our Secrets

“Don’t tell me you waited until you were married to have sex with mom.”

“It was a different time back then.”

“Exactly. Now is a different time, and it’s completely acceptable to have sex before marriage.”

“I know it is, son. Just not here. You need to set a better example for her. She's just across the hall from you and doesn't need to be kept awake hearing you with girls.”

“It’s not like she doesn’t know what sex is. She’s not that sheltered.”

“Can you just do me this one favour and limit it for the summer? You’ll be back to Glasgow in no time and back to whatever you like to do in your spare time.” James sighed. “Maybe you could stay at their house or get a hotel?”

“We know you're both used to being on your own, but with such tight quarters I think we need to set some new ground rules.”

“I’m an adult,” Liam argued. “Hell, we’re both adults. Are you going to tell Mairi that she’s not allowed to have sex?”

“If we have to have the same talk with her we’re having with you now, I will leave that to Alana. It would be better coming from her.”

“I’d love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.”

“It would be great if you could curb your nocturnal activities until you go back to school.”

Nocturnal activities?

“Be thankful Alana didn't hear you. I can't say the same about your sister.”

“She's not my sister,” Liam argued.

“Mairi is younger than you. She's sheltered and has her head in the clouds. I don't want her to think that this is how I taught you to treat women.”

“I don't mistreat women,” he retorted. “I have never in my life done anything like that.”

“What am I supposed to think? We haven't even met this girlfriend of yours, yet you've snuck her in after dark every night this week. She's gone before we wake up, which means she’s chosen to leave or you've told her she isn't welcome to stay. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“You don't know what you're talking about.”

“Whatever the arrangement is, it cheapens your relationship,” James replied. “It's no more than a booty call, or whatever you kids are calling it now.”

“Dad,” Liam groaned.

“Don’t Dad me. End the relationship or don’t. Introduce us to the girl or don’t. The only thing I want from you is for you to take your nighttime activities somewhere else,” James huffed. “Now I need to get to the office. Think about what I’ve said.”

Now that they were finished the discussion I could finally get myself a glass of juice. I waited until I heard James leave for work before I went back down. It was bad enough I had to listen to him tell Liam he heard us having sex last night.

I doubted I would be able to ever look him in the face again.

Hands grabbed me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I yelped as I was hoisted into Liam’s arms and deposited on top of the kitchen island counter.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” Liam asked as he stepped between my legs.

“I don't think your dad will appreciate my ass print on the island.”

“I don't give a fuck,” he replied before crushing his lips to mine.

Without pulling away, he grasped my hips, pulling me forward until I teetered on the edge of the counter. Holding me in place with one hand, he used the other to move my shorts and panties to the side.

“Exactly how much did you hear?” he asked as he gazed into my eyes.

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