He nips lightly along my neck and under my ear, teasing me with feathery touches, until I’m panting and my panties are a disaster. The slight pull on my scalp from his hand tangled in my hair is the perfect counterpoint to his breathy kisses.
“Liam.” I groan softly. My hands, moving under his shirt of their own volition, explore every groove and dip of his muscular torso. I feel more than hear his answering groan against my neck, and all it does is make me yearn for skin on skin. I revel in all his velvet-covered muscle, smoothing my hands over his smooth skin.
His hot mouth covers mine, and it’s everything I want. This isn’t a sweet lingering kiss like last night. This is him devouring me with his mouth. He leans in, and his hard body covers mine like a delicious blanket. If I could pull him closer, I would; instead, I cling to him as his tongue tangles with mine. He deepens the kiss, and every stroke of his tongue against mine deepens my need. His rigid cock presses against my stomach, and I palm it, stroking him through his shorts. Sometime soon I’m going to find out what he tastes like, and I can’t wait.
He moans as he peppers kisses along my jaw and back toward my neck. If he starts that again, we’re going to star in our own porno right here in the alley.
The loud honk of a car horn brings us back to reality, and we both pull back, equally reluctant to let the other go.
“We can’t do this here.” I’m panting and I can barely get that out, I’m so turned on. He leans his forehead against mine as he struggles to get control of his breathing.
“I know, Sorry. I don’t seem to be able to control myself around you, Mads.”
“Same.” I say, breath finally slowing along with my crazy heartbeat.
“You okay?” he asks, caressing my cheek.
“So okay. Thank you for asking.”
“So, we can revisit this later?”
“Oh, that’s happening.” I say with conviction.
“Good.” He smirks, but it’s soft and filled with affection as well.
“Let’s go buy you some books, Mads.” He looks down and grimaces. “Well in a few minutes maybe.” Now it’s my turn to smirk because I love his reactions. Instead, I just sass him back.
“I can buy my own books.”
“Yes, but Iwantto buy them for you.“ He grins right back at me.
We spend over an hour browsing in the bookstore. He stays close until we pass the sports section. Then I wave him off, preferring not to be rushed while I’m perusing the romance section. Reading the blurbs and looking at the covers is a whole thing that I do. I love looking at all the special-edition books. They’re so pretty. Maybe someday I’ll make enough money to buy one. I’m always envious of the gorgeous bookshelves filled with all the pretty books I see on social media. Someday, I tell myself.
I’m enjoying this time with Liam. It’s been a while since I’ve belonged to someone, so it’s nice calling someone mine again. I guess I’ve just been so busy with my business and getting my financial situation back on track that I completely discounted how much I miss this feeling. The kind where you can’t wait to kiss them again. The kind where you get butterflies when they hold your hand or touch you. Where you can’t wait to see themwhen you’re apart and don’t want them to leave when you’re together.
Strong arms wrap around me and I’m immediately immersed in Liam’s earthy, pine tree smell. It feels like coming home. I just stand there soaking it in while he holds me tight because I just can’t get enough of this man.
Liam
We decide on a chicken stir-fry for dinner as we meander through the grocery store together. She’s got a color-coded list and a menu for the week. There was a time not too long ago that I would have given her so much shit for that. Not anymore. Having to handle everything myself has given me a new appreciation for her organizational skills.
“I like how you have everything organized for the week, Mads. It’s pretty impressive.” I tell her, my admiration clear.
Her cheeks pinken at the praise, as she avoids my eyes, but her breath catches. I make a mental note to put that to the test later. I think my girl has a praise kink. That has my cock twitching to let me know he’s a fan. Down boy. He doesn’t listen, especially when I start to wonder how far down that blush really goes. I subtly adjust myself and force myself to review the list instead of speculating about my girl’s potential kinks, although that’s definitely a more interesting subject.
“Thanks. I have to be organized or I’ll forget something. Which throws off my whole week.”
“Yeah, I get that.” I say with heartfelt agreement. She gives me an incredulous stare, her eyes wide.
We get through the list fairly quickly. Even with me adding my favorite protein drinks and a bag of sour gummy worms. I fucking love those things even though they’re terrible for me. Don’t care. I sneak in a big bag of peanut M&M’s, because I know they’re her favorite. I’m going to use all these added items as an excuse to pay for these groceries. She rarely lets me help financially, but it’s happening today.
Ace gives us an enthusiastic greeting once we get the groceries back to Maddie’s place. We can leave him for short periods of time in the kennel I bought for him. I told Mads I got it from my parents’ house so she wouldn’t try to pay me back. As it was, she offered to pay them until I reminded her that my mom would never take her money. She knows my mom well enough to know that’s a true statement, so she eventually quit trying. I wish she’d let me do more for her, but she’s so stubborn about money.
She unloads groceries after I volunteer to take Ace out for a quick walk. I’d take him for a run, but I don’t want to get all sweaty. I know sweaty athletes aren’t her favorite thing. She was quite vocal about that when we were younger. Although, to be fair, teenage hockey players don’t smell all that terrific even after we shower. I tell myself it’s the equipment, but let’s be real. It was totally us. I’ll never tell her this, but she’s the reason I started to pay more attention to hygiene back then. No one likes their crush to tell them they stink.
Everything is on the counter for dinner prep when I get back. I’m starving, as usual during the preseason, so I jump right into chopping veggies. We work so seamlessly together, and I sink into the comfort of our domesticity. Normally, we try to stay out of each other’s way, but tonight I’m throwing that out the window. I make every touch intentional. From the hand on herlower back as I move past to the soft kiss on her cheek. Her smile says it all, and I can tell she’s enjoying it.
Every touch takes me higher, making me harder. I’m becoming addicted to the little intake of breath I hear when our skin connects. Finally, I can’t take it and I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her flush against my body. I know she feels me when I hear her give a small gasp and she melts against me.
