Page 127 of Raise Me Up

“You’ve only been cleared for light activity.”

I waggle my brows. “We can go easy.”

Another dark look spears through me. “When have I ever fucked you easy, Beau?”

Blood rushes to my cock, but when he doesn’t make a move for me, I frown and tug my hoodie over my head.

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and my confidence dissolves. No wonder he doesn’t want to do anything with me. I’m a mess. Soft-bodied with dark bruises under my eyes. My hair is different lengths. The hospital staff only shaved the patch where the surgeon cut into my head. I’ve kept my hood up and avoided mirrors as much as possible ever since.

Thankfully, the bruises on my arms from being poked and prodded have disappeared.

Liam catches me assessing myself and closes the space between us. His warm lips touch my neck. “You’re beautiful, Beau.”

“Liar,” I mumble.

His hands clench tighter around my waist. “Don’t even try to tempt me into punishing you. Recovery comes first.”

Turning my head to the side, I capture his mouth in a slow kiss. We get stuck there for a while, his palms running over my bare skin as I bring a hand to the back of his neck and sink my fingers into his hair.

His mouth leaves mine, and I groan in protest. “I swear my dick’s gonna fall off.”

“Trouble.” Liam nips at my ear. “Tell you what. As soon as you’re cleared for normal activity, I’m all yours.”

My jaw drops. “Wait. What does that mean?”

“Exactly what I said.”

“Nuh uh. I need you to explain.”

He turns me in his arms and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Use your imagination.”

“Holyshit. But… have you ever bottomed?”

“I’m willing to give up control for you.”

Groaning, I palm my hard cock. “You can’t just say shit like that and expect me to remain calm.”

Liam strides out of the bathroom, leaving me in a mood.

I hastily wash my body. By the time I step out of the shower, I’m still hard and even more irritable. Liam isn’t phased when he returns to drape me in a fluffy towel straight out of the dryer.

“Still an asshole,” I mutter.

He spins me around and pushes me back against the vanity. My towel drops in the process. I leave it on the floor, needing him to prove to me that I’m still desirable. Needingsomethingbecause I feel like I'm about to hit rock bottom.

Liam’s eyes do a slow perusal of my naked body, flashing with a dark sort of hunger that heats my blood. My breath hitches as he drops to his knees, bringing his mouth level with my erection.

“If you’re just gonna tease—”

I shudder as he sucks my cock to the back of his throat to shut me up. He pops off only for a second. “Any dizziness or other abnormal symptoms, and you tell me immediately.”

“Yeah. Sure. You got it.”

He circles his tongue around my piercing, summoning another groan from deep within my chest. “I’m serious, Beau.”

“Fuck. So am I. Don’t stop.”

His big hands grip my thighs as he licks his way down to my balls. He spends some time sucking each one into his mouth. I’m not even aware of all the sounds I’m making or how loud I’m being.