Page 41 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Liam

I wake up to warm breath cascading down my naked spine. Smiling into the pillow, I press back into the large body folding around mine. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning,” I say groggily, burying my face deeper, not wanting him to smell my morning breath.

“Why are you hiding from me, huh?”

“Because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” My words are partly garbled against the pillow.

“I don’t care about that.” A kiss is pressed to my shoulder. “Turn around, carino, and kiss me good morning.”

I shake my head, holding on to the pillow tighter, and he laughs. “Oh, come on. You said you wanted me just as I was last night, and I want you just as you are now.”

“That’s not the same thing,” I mumble, and he blows out a breath.

“Sure it is. Come on, sweet boy. Daddy needs his morning kiss.”

Daddy.

Something jolts inside me and I’m beaming from the inside out. How can I say no to him when he calls himself that? Needing to see the pride in his eyes, I roll over and lower my head shyly. Lifting my chin, he smiles sweetly and stays where he is.

“I’m waiting, pequeno.” His tone is firm, his face like stone.

I take a breath and press my lips to his before quickly pulling away.

“You can do better than that.” He cocks his head, one half of his mouth tilting.

I laugh nervously and kiss him again. This time it’s longer and harder with a little tongue.

His mouth is so warm and inviting that I go deeper, and what’s building between us intensifies causing firecrackers to explode behind my lids.

We both gasp for air as we pull away, and he’s smiling big, white teeth peeking between his parted lips.

“Now that’s better.” He pecks my nose and then forehead.

“My good, sweet boy. I love the way you taste. In the morning, after you eat tuna, and late at night when your mouth is full of my cum.”

My cheeks heat, and when I look down again, he doesn’t force me to meet his eyes, laughter drifting away as he moves off the bed. “Finish waking up and come down when you’re ready. I left a few things for you on the nightstand.”

“Where are you going?” I lift myself onto my elbows. “And why are you fully dressed already?” He’s wearing a black button down paired with faded jeans, and he looks delicious. I almost drag him back under the covers with me.

“I told Rob I’d help him move the tables and chairs outside.”

“What time is it?” I rub at my blurring eyes.

“Almost one. You really needed your rest, it would appear.” He flattens out the front of his shirt and slides his phone into his back pocket. “Oh, and your phone has been going off like mad. Maybe you should at least shut it off for the day.”

I reach for the small device tucked under my pillow.

He’s right. Twenty missed calls and ten texts.

Most are from Daniel, but some are from my publisher letting me know who to send my manuscript to next week.

There’s also an update on my answering machine about how my old editor is doing.

Apparently he’s taken a turn for the worse and may be brain dead.

“All good? Or is a certain someone pushing his luck again?” His brow wrinkles in worry.

“My editor is declining, and I have to send my book next week to someone new.” I look at my phone again and then meet his eyes. “It’s crazy because I just saw him, and to think—” My chest tightens.

His lips thin. “I’m sorry. The whole thing sounds terrible.” Something shifts in his tone, and his lips look like they’re struggling to hold still. Ignoring the tricks my mind is once again playing on me, I inhale deep, slowly letting out a breath as my shoulders sink.

“Yeah. It does. I hope his family is holding up okay. Maybe I should send a card or something.”

“It’s kind of hard to do much from here.” His knee lifts onto the bed and he rests a hand on my shoulder. “We can go visit him together when we get back home. How about that?” There’s a strange flash in his eyes. It’s a bit unsettling but his touch is the complete opposite.

“That . . .” I swallow hard. “Sounds good. Thanks. It’s hard to enjoy myself knowing someone else is suffering so much.

” Or it should be. What’s wrong with me?

How can I lack so much empathy for another human being?

That’s what he is, whether he acted like it or not.

It’s horrible what’s happening to him, and all my mind can think about is how karma eventually catches up to all of us.

“I know. If you want to leave early, we still can. You don’t even have to come down for the party and—”

“No. I’m okay. Just need a moment to wrap my mind around everything. What’s happening to my editor and with Daniel . . .”

His brows pinch together. “He’s still at it, huh?”

Resting my phone in my lap, I nod. “Yeah. Maybe answering him will get him to back off a little.” But has that ever really worked with him?

Daniel’s a pusher. He pushed me away from my family.

He pushed me away from sanity. If I give the man an inch, he takes a mile.

I can’t have him pushing me into going back home to him. I won’t.

“If you think that’s best. If you need me to talk to him, I can. I’m here however you need me to be.”

“Thanks,” I say solemnly. “But I need to be the one to do it.”

Nodding in understanding, he squeezes my shoulder and smiles. “Then you will be.”

A voice shouts from downstairs and Zavier’s gaze roams to the door. “I better go. Sounds like my assistance is really needed down there. I also need to make sure your family has a reason to invite me back.” His eyes crinkle with humor and I roll my eyes, my chest feeling a little lighter.

“There’ll be other reasons. You know, like me needing someone to bring me here again.”

He laughs and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah, but the more reasons the better. I mean, anyone can do that, but not everyone is good with their hands when it comes to everything like I am.”

“Are you? Come prove it to me again, because I don’t remember if you really are good at everything.” I lean back, spreading my legs, and my sheet slides down my hips revealing the pubic hair above my groin.

His eyes dart to my lap, tongue grazing over his top lip. “As much as I’d love to do that right this second, I already made other plans for the next hour or so, but will you take a rain check?”

I blow a breath, puffing out my bottom lip. “Fine, but only because I like how you’re a man of your word, and I need my family to see that too.”

“Good, because I’m already looking forward to proving myself. You should have your hole wet and ready because you never know when we’ll have an opportunity to step away for a bit.”

I shudder, cock leaking and leaving a wet spot on the sheet. His chest rises and falls heavily, tongue struggling to stay in his mouth. “Fuck. Maybe I can also find time to show you how I can be good with my mouth too.”

“I won’t say no to that.” My thighs spread wider and my swollen head pokes out.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? I’ve never had issues with restraint until you.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad to be the first.”

“And I’m glad to be your first stalker.”

My hips wiggle and I grin. “And possibly first kidnapper?”

His nose flares, jaw tensing. “How are you so perfect? It’s like you were made for me in every way, and I look forward to all the things we get to share together. And I mean all of them.”

“You mean I didn’t go too far?”

“No. It’s okay if you go a little too far sometimes.”

A muscle in my throat tightens and I swallow my next breath. “You better get down there before they send someone looking for you.”

His eyes run up and down my body, fists balling at his sides. “Yeah, because if I don’t go now then we’ll never leave this damn room.”

I wet the sheet some more with my arousal, earning me a deep groan. It only has my cock straining more and I suppress a whimper. “Don’t threaten me with a good weekend.”

His laughter is strained. “I’ll see you when you come down.”

“Okay.”

When he disappears on the other side of the door, I collapse back on the bed.

Looking at the ceiling, I laugh . . . and then stare down at my throbbing erection.

It’s going to take me even longer to get ready now.

Got to wait until my morning visitor goes down first. That’ll give me time to respond to my messages.

I send one back to my publisher first to let him know I’ll have my book sent over by then, and I tell him to keep me updated on Rick.

I want to care. I do. But there’s this darker side of me that is fully okay with him suffering.

Fuck. How did I get so damn twisted in the head?

Was it all the fake stalking and kidnapping talk?

Technically, the first isn’t fake, since Zavier did look me up and follow me home.

I keep falling harder for him every day too, despite that.

We all have flaws. He has more good sides than bad and that’s what matters, right? Or am I being blindsided again?

How can it be that when I know he’s been to my house uninvited, and that he stole my curtains so he could watch me? It makes me excited whenever I think about it too. I really am deranged.

I let out a sigh, tugging at my hair as I start to write to Daniel. I delete the message, write again, and repeat until my fingers are burning. Hitting send, I slam my head against the pillow and close my eyes. I don’t open them until my phone goes off again. He wrote back faster than usual.

Me: I can’t do this with you anymore, Daniel. I wanted to wait until we were face to face to talk, but I don’t think I can anymore. I can’t marry you. I’m sorry, but what we have isn’t what I want anymore.

Daniel: Call me.

I bite my lower lip, holding back a scream.

Me : It won’t change things. It’s over. We’re over. You’re welcome to get all your things while I’m gone. It’s probably better that you do.

Daniel: Gone? Where are you?”