Page 56 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)
Before the growing worry could turn to stomach-churning nausea, the thump of heavy footsteps came from inside the cabin. Relief swept through me when the door swung open, revealing a disheveled Liam.
A perfectly adorable, sleepy Liam. I ducked my face against Memphis’s throat to hide the sappy smile that curved my lips.
“What’s wrong?” Liam rasped, rubbing a hand down his face as if to wipe away the sleep. “Is she okay?”
Before Memphis could respond, wide hands gripped my waist and extracted me from his hold. Like I weighed nothing, Liam twirled me around, and this time my limbs wrapped around a thicker frame. Knuckle beneath my chin, Liam tipped my face up, eyes searching mine.
“She’s fine,” Memphis huffed, maneuvering past Liam, who blocked most of the doorway. “It’s eight thirty, and she has nothing but wilted veggies and ketchup in her fridge for dinner.”
“You haven’t fed her yet?” His deep voice vibrated through his chest and against my own, amping up the simmering need Memphis stoked earlier.
“Again, not a zoo animal,” I cut in, resting my face against Liam’s hard chest.
“I passed out after the shower and just woke up,” Memphis grumbled from the kitchen. The sound of the fridge opening reached my ears. “Oh, thank fuck you have food. I’ll check out our protein options, then go from there.”
He continued to mumble under his breath about sides and vegetables while Liam carried me to his living room and sat in an oversized chair, the leather groaning beneath our weight as he settled in. My head rose and fell in cadence with his deep breaths.
“I fell asleep too,” he murmured into my hair. “I don’t know how it happened, honestly. Pretty sure I fell asleep standing up in the shower.”
“You two are exhausted.” Pushing off his chest, I searched his face, my frown deepening at the dark circles under his eyes. “Let’s eat a quick dinner, and then you two can go back to sleep.”
“Or,” he said with a smirk that had me holding a tight breath, anticipating what was about to come out of his mouth, “you can sit here on my lap, getting us both ready for what will come after dinner, while Memphis cooks and watches.”
“I vote on his plan,” Memphis said from the kitchen as he pulled out pots and pans. “We’re having chicken, sautéed vegetables, and rice, so you have about an hour to put on a sexy show for me.”
“Just sitting on your lap?” I asked, breaths coming in shallow pants, as if I’d run from my cabin to his.
He rubbed his scruff-covered jaw, heat blazing in his gray eyes. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that whole cock-warming thing Memphis mentioned the other day.”
A pan dropped in the kitchen, the loud bang echoing through the open space. “Shit, sorry. Keep going.”
My heart slammed in my chest as I gazed at him, debating my answer. On the one hand, I wanted to say yes because it was hot and something I wanted to try, but on the other hand?—
Wait. Who the fuck was I kidding? The only option was to say hell yes.
“What do you want me to do?”
Two taps to my ass were my only warning before he lifted me off his lap and had me stand between his knees. His hooded gaze swept over my large sweatshirt to the thick leggings and Uggs.
“Keep the sweatshirt on, Little Bit, but everything else comes off.”
He never looked away as I did as instructed while he tugged his gray sweats over his hips, exposing a semihard cock resting against his firm abs.
I licked my lips as I dropped my panties to the floor, shifting on my feet, unsure of what he planned next.
Control was his kink, and I was 100 percent behind him directing this.
I had read books with this type of scenario in them, even fantasized about it happening while using toys on myself, but I never dreamed it would happen in real life.
Hell, until a few days ago, I had never slept with a man.
Now here I was, standing in front of this dominant man who was too attractive for his own good, wearing nothing but my sweatshirt while practically panting for him to give that cock-warming thing a try.
With the smell of food cooking behind me, I braced both hands on each armrest when he beckoned me closer with a simple crook of his finger.
He pitched forward, coming close enough for our noses to brush.
Palms engulfing my lean thighs, rough hands slid up over my hips, gripping me tight around the waist and hauling me onto his lap.
Our combined groans sounded through the cabin when my drenched center slid along his cock.
Liam’s eyes flared when I shifted to press him between my soaked lips and then rolled my hips. My own lids fluttered closed as a soft moan escaped.
“None of that, sweetheart. This is just the preview, remember? Now watch as I stuff my cock inside my pussy.” A throat clearing behind me had Liam smirking. “Our pussy.”
Movement over my shoulder had me looking at Memphis, who stalked closer. Rounding the chair, he stood at Liam’s back, crossing both arms over his chest. I couldn’t look away from his inked forearms or the way his tatted fingers flexed and released, like he was restraining himself from touching me.
Fuck, that was hot, knowing I made him and Liam both so damn needy.
Keeping my gaze locked on Liam’s, I lifted the hem of the sweatshirt high enough for Memphis to watch as Liam pushed the first inch of his dick inside me.
I gasped and pitched forward, almost slamming my forehead to Liam’s if Memphis didn’t catch me with a firm grip on both shoulders.
It was strangely erotic feeling Liam’s fingers push inside me as he worked the rest of his length into me until I was stuffed full of him.
I swallowed roughly when Liam moved his hands to rest on the armrests with a satisfied grin.
Choking down a groan as he slowly hardened inside me, I gave in to the need to lean against Liam’s firm chest. After helping me get comfortable, Memphis ran a hand down my head, tugging my hair just enough to send a pulse of pain through my scalp.
“Fuck,” Liam snapped. “Don’t do that shit. She likes it too much, and I won’t be able to hold off on fucking her hard.”
“Promises, promises,” I whispered again, unable to stop my growing smile.
“You’re going to sit still on my lap with me stuffed inside you like a good girl, understood?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
For several minutes, I soaked up the comfort of being in his arms, desperately trying to not wiggle despite the insistent urge to rock against him and push his now very hard dick deeper inside me. Liam trailed calming strokes down my back, brushing against the top of my bare ass.
Remembering something from earlier, my lids popped open, and I pushed up just enough to see his face.
Eyes closed, features relaxed, I studied him for a few seconds before one gray eye peeked open.
“Yes, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”
“Earlier, at my place.” His muscles stiffened with tension. “You know I’d never, ever cheat on you, go behind your back. I would never hurt you that way, Liam.”
His heavy, resigned sigh sent a few blonde hairs floating between us. A single palm guided my head back to rest on his shoulder.
“I know you wouldn’t, Baylee, but that kind of betrayal creates a deep wound that never really heals.
Having someone you trusted wholeheartedly deceive you like that leaves scars.
” Nodding to let him know I was listening, I traced the tip of a single finger over his chest where I knew actual scars marked his tanned skin.
“A trauma response like that can’t be stopped.
It just happens. But I’m better now at reasoning with myself.
Like earlier, I knew you weren’t like her, and Ethan and Oliver wouldn’t do that to me either, but that initial suspicion sank in and gripped me tight for a few seconds before I could talk myself down. ”
“You’ve lived so many lives before now, before me,” I whispered, suddenly hit with the impact of him being older. I didn’t mind, had never really thought about it, but now the realization landed that he’d been through and done so much more than me. “Which has been your favorite?”
His chest rose and fell with an exaggerated inhale.
“I feel every bit of all the different paths I’ve taken, from the broken bones to cracks in my heart that felt like they would never heal.
But my favorite? Hell, from my dumb cowboy days on the rodeo circuit to amateur MMA fighting and, of course, the Army, all have made an impact, and I wouldn’t change any of them because it brought me here.
Where I have a real family again, a job I love, and you.
” I pushed up to look deep into his gray eyes.
“With all that I’ve done, all that I’ve yet to do, this, right now with you, is the favorite part of my life.
Hands down, no competition. It’s you and me, the way you make me feel and who you make me want to be.
I never could’ve imagined someone as beautiful, smart, and funny with such a deep soul was waiting for me just on the other side of all the pain I’ve experienced. ”
“I love you,” I whispered as hot tears leaked down my cheeks. “I’m terrified to say it because… of what happened to the last man I said it to, but I do. I really do love you, Liam. So much that I can’t breathe sometimes when I think about you and the potential of losing you too.”
A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. “I’m too much of a stubborn bastard for you to lose me, Baylee. I’m yours now and forever. I’ve loved you from the day you told me we were going to be friends, and it’s only grown deeper every day since.”
Not caring about the tears coating my lips, I pressed forward, sealing my lips to his. Cupping his face between both palms, I held him exactly where I wanted and poured all the love, fear, and hope that was bottled up inside me into him.
When I pulled back, we both sucked in heavy breaths.
“I think I’m warm enough,” he said huskily.
Glancing over my shoulder, he hitched his chin.
“Dinner can wait. Get over here so we can turn our girl’s tears into screams.” He turned his focus back to me with a wicked grin.
“Looks like you’re getting a preview of later, sweetheart.
Now, I’m going to spin you around to ride me reverse while you open that perfect mouth of yours for Memphis to fuck.
” He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Wonder how that piercing will feel against your throat.”
Holy shit.
Whatever I did in a past life to deserve this, I’d forever be thankful.