Sex with him is divine. Perfect.
His ass seizes my cockand I feel it all the way through my spine. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”
I don’t let him finish.
Pumping him in time to my thrusts, I make sure to twist my wrist at the head the way he likes it. A few passes in and he breaks apart beneath me. Thick, hot cream spills over my knuckles.
“Ahhhhhhhh….” I drive in deep one last time, filling him until I feel it leak down between us.
Liam pulls me close and I drop against his chest, still buried inside him, both of us breathless. His lips find my temple. He never speaks right away after. Doesn’t need to.
Minutes pass, maybe more.
When I finally pull out, he whines.
“You’re insatiable.” I kiss the corner of his mouth.
He grins. “You love it.”
I do. God help me, I do.
I settle in beside him, one arm behind my head, the other resting on his belly. He traces a circle around my nipple with a blunt fingertip. His whole body glows. We’ve been fucking all weekend, so he’s satiated. As am I.
This is something more, though. I feel in my bones when he touches me like this.
The corner of Liam’s mouth curves. “So. Was fuckin’ me a long con to get into the band?”
I huff a quiet laugh, dragging my knuckles across his ribs. “Aye. You caught me. Knew if I sucked you off enough times, you’d let me manage the band.”
Truth is, I didn’t plan to get involved. It was somewhat foisted upon me. The morning after Liam and I first had sex, I’d barely had time to button my jeans before Padraig and his girlfriend, Stevie caught us making out in the kitchen.
Felicity sauntered in right after, sizing me up like I was the biggest piece of shite on the planet.
The next thing I knew, Stevie tearfully owned up to missing an email costing Fireball a headlining slot. Regret written all over her. She wasn’t careless, only stretched too thin.
I spoke before I thought. Offered to help. Didn’t do it to impress anyone. Certainly not to wedge myself into their world through Liam.
I don’t regret it, though. I love what they’re building. The music. The chaos. The energy of it all.
Fireball’s got something rare. If I can help hold it together, even as a fill-in, I’m happy to.
“Good on ya’.” He nuzzles my neck. “You’re a pro, after all.”
“I didn’t mean to overstep, you know. Thought I was bein’ polite. Helpful.” I don’t want Liam to think I’m opportunistic. Not when I dig what we have going on so much.
“You offered to fix a fire.” He shakes his head. “We’ve got a lot of fires. She’s been runnin’ herself ragged to keep Padraig happy. Stevie never wanted to manage us and she’s all we ever had.”
“I’m not tryin’ to replace her.”
“I know.” There’s a pause. Comfortable, but heavy. “Maybe you should, though.”
My eyes widen. “Let’s give it a beat. Let Stevie or Padraig make it their idea.”
“Aye.” His response is immediate, almost too quick. “She likes you. You’ve got your shit together. It probably won’t take long. Only if you want to, though.”
I contemplate, then add, “It’s in my wheelhouse. I’ve seen you play many times now. If I were your manager, I’d tell you Felicity’s gonna be a problem.”
This gets his attention. His eyes cut to mine. He arches an eyebrow. Waits.
