Page 91 of All of My Lasts

Liam

FromthemomentImet Jessica Scott, I understood the feeling of never wanting to let something so beautiful slip away. To be determined enough to go after it. The truth is, I always knew I loved her and I would never find another person who matched my soul exactly as she does.

She’s like waking up on Christmas morning to find a fresh blanket of snow outside. She makes wishes on dandelions because she thinks they’ll come true like it’s some sort of magic; she loves milkshakes like no one I’ve ever known, she’s the other half my heart and no matter how much I tried to fill a void that was Jess shaped, no one ever fit the same.

We’ve been sitting on the beach for over an hour now. After a heavy kissing session that almost ended indecently, we’ve settled into a comfortable silence watching the sun disappear.

“I want to tell you everything that happened today.”

“I wanted to ask, but I needed my girl to know I was patient, too.” I press a chaste kiss to her temple.

She looks down at our hands and looks up at me with her big blue ocean eyes. “My girl,” she whispers, smiling to herself whilst mindlessly tracing patterns on our connected hands.

I move closer to her and place my hand gently on her face. “Always my girl.”

“Liam, you’ve given me back a part of me that I thought I’d lost. A part I never knew I needed back." She says as she shines up at me, "You make me happy, and you bring light back into my darkest places. Places that I’ve hidden in for too long. I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t want you in my life. I wouldn’t have been able to get through all of this without knowing you care about me.” Her blue eyes blaze with determination and love. “You don’t question my moods, you accept them; you don’t walk away from troubles, you want to help me find ways to fix them and I know I’ve said it before but I’m so fucking sorry that I pushed you away when we were younger. I was weak, but I don’t want to be weak anymore. You have and always will be my best friend and I can’t live without you. I don’t want to.”

I smile at her, loving the way she's opening up to me.

“I love you, Jess. Just like I told you I did at the beach years ago. If it’s possible, I love you more.”

“I’m ready for you, Liam Taylor. All of me is ready,” she whispers.

Her words echo through me and if I didn’t know it before, I know now that my heart belongs to her. I want to keep her forever. I pull her closer and I never plan on letting her go.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I booked us a hotel not far from here. As much as I’ve loved spending the last two weekends with you here, I want us back in London together. Well, that and I need to fuck you so hard that we break the fucking bed and that isn’t something I’ve been able to do in your uncle’s house.”

“You are something else.” She turns and wraps her arms around my neck, seating herself on my lap as she pulls me into a deep, demanding kiss and I put my hands on her waist and slowly squeeze, enjoying the feel of her beneath my touch. A soft moan falls from her mouth as she grinds against me. “Yeah, we should go… Now.” Her eyes darken, and before I can agree, she’s pulling me to my car in the driveway. Not even sparing a glance back at the house where Harriett is waving and laughing at the window. I wave back and then focus on the little firebomb that is dragging me to have her way with me.

She stands by the door of my rented 4x4 and I raise a brow mischievously. “In such a rush, baby. What do you want to do to me that has that sweet, peachy bum bouncing so fast? Hm?”

Her lips part and her breath shallows as she steps into my space, pushing me back against the car. My heart thrums under her fingertips resting on my chest.

“Come on, don’t make me say it.” I smirk at her whinging, not letting her get out of telling me what she wants. “You know I want you, lover boy. So, show me how you live up to your nickname. Love me the best way you know how.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before they ghost across my cheek, making my cock harden painfully for her.

She slips into my car with ease, smirking at me through the tinted windows. My mouth gapes and my cock swells for the woman who absolutely floors me. I swallow hard and practically speed out of the driveway and into the hotel carpark in record time.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” I slide inside Jess hard and fast for the third time tonight, and she groans into my neck as I fill her completely. Her warmth clenches around me, teasing me, the urge to slam into her overwhelms me as I growl, “Hold… the fucking… headboard,” through clenched teeth, holding back my orgasm for dear life.

She does as she’s told and my hands dig into the perfect soft skin of her hips as she arches her back, pushing her arse into the air, begging me for more.

The taste of her on my tongue lingers, fuelling my desire for her. Her vanilla scent invades my senses and her tight, hot centre squeezes me again, almost making me see stars.

“Liam... baby... I can’t hold on. I’m…” Her whole body vibrates as she comes all over me, her sweet as honey nectar spilling down my cock. I push into her two more times as a guttural groan rips from my chest while I empty myself inside her, before falling bonelessly onto her back, where we stay for a while as our breath settles and our bodies recover.

I somehow manage to make my legs move and walk to the bathroom to run a warm bath. “Come, get in here, otherwise you’ll be sore tomorrow,” I whisper to a sleepy Jess. She moans and opens her clear blue eyes before she slowly gets up to follow me into the tub.

As she sits between my legs in the warm bubbles of the bath, I run my fingers up and down her arm, watching the goosebumps come and go at my touch.

“I feel so relaxed. I could fall asleep right now.” As she leans back and tips her head up to kiss my neck, I hold her gently against my body, letting my hands slip all over her skin. I watch her chest rise and fall, her nipples peeking in and out of the bubbles as she moves. I’ll never get my fill of her.

“It was strange today…” she says quietly. “I thought I would feel angry. I thought I’dbeangry with her. But I wasn’t. I thought I needed to interrogate her to find out why she left and get some answers, but… all I really did was forgive her.” She plays with some stray bubble clusters in her hands as she talks. “I hadn’t planned to say anything like that to her, but I had this overwhelming urge to just let it all go. So, I did.”

I nod and continue moving my fingertips up and down her arm.

“How did you leave things with her?”

“I left it at that, mostly. I don’t have the same need for answers anymore. I don’tneedanything from her and realising that was… freeing.”

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