I threw my head back, letting the pleasure take over every nerve in my body. I didn’t even know what sounds I was making anymore because I’d never felt that unhinged in my life. But I still didn’t feel completely satisfied.
As the tension built in my core, I didn’t want to come undone in his hand. I wanted to feel him. All of him.
Liam began to work faster, sensing my pending release, and it took everything in me to stop him. His eyes were almost black when I stilled his hand between my legs.
“Avery…”
I lifted up slightly and pulled at his briefs, freeing his entire length.
My mouth parted, taking him in, and then I found his gaze, knowing I was going to cross a line I’d never thought I’d be standing in front of.
His lips gently touched mine, as if he was giving me a choice to back out. A moment to get my head straight before we let the rain wash away that line for good.
But my mind had been made up since the moment he’d kissed me for the first time at his show. I wanted him more than I’d thought was possible. It’d just taken me a long time to allow myself to fully feel that connection and do something about it.
Liam took my bottom lip between his teeth before he leaned across the cab, reaching for the glove compartment.
“What are you doing?” I giggled, trying to hold on to him.
“I think I’ve got a condom in here somewhere.”
I shook my head and pulled his face back to mine. “I’ve got it covered. I’m on the pill.”
He hesitated before sitting back up, and then his eyes fell over the entire front of my body. “You are so fucking beautiful, Av. I’m sorry I’ve never told you that.”
I smiled and leaned into his ear. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Liam.”
And with a small adjustment, he did just that.
I screamed out as he filled me, over and over, like an animal free from a cage. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want that. The energy building between us over the past several weeks was too powerful to simply ease into this. We needed a release as much as we needed it from each other.
I shoved my hands under the collar of his leather jacket, and I dug my fingers into his skin as we gained speed. He grunted, and I gasped as I met his thrusts with equal force, the sound of flesh hitting flesh louder than the thunder clapping above us.
Liam’s hands palmed my ass, leading me to him as I felt him swell inside me.
“Avery, you feel amazing. I don’t want it to end, but…” His words drifted as he let out a low growl.
“I’m so close. Don’t stop,” I cried out.
My breasts hit against his bare chest as my thighs began to tremble while I came down harder and harder until I found my release. “Yes, yes…oh God, Liam…yes!” My cries filled the cab of the truck as the rain eased up.
Liam fell over the edge next, digging his fingers into my hips so hard that I thought he might leave marks. But the feeling spreading from my core over every inch of my body was pure ecstasy, and I didn’t care about anything else. Every part of me he touched and kissed as he came apart beneath me left me floating.
And I never wanted to touch the ground again.
23
Liam
Ihated myself for fucking my best friend’s sister. I hated myself for not having enough strength to stay away from her—or at the very least, keep my hands off of her. But most of all, I hated myself for wanting to do it again.
Four days—that was how long it’d been since I’d touched her, and I couldn’t stop myself from the torture of replaying every second of that morning with her over and over again in my head. I thought about it when I woke up, when I was recording in the studio, when I was driving. I even dreamed about her. The sounds she’d made for me, because of me, haunted me.
It was agonizing, having her right at my fingertips every single day, knowing what the skin of her neck had tasted like and how her nipple had hardened in my mouth when I claimed each one. Or the way she’d squeezed around me and cried out when I filled her, right down to the hilt.
I had to stop.
I tried to rationalize it, telling myself that she was just another girl. That being with her was the same as being with anyone else. When that didn’t work, I thought about how stressed she’d been and how much she’d needed to let go, but then I’d have to admit that my feelings for her were strong enough to want to help her find that release. The thought I kept repeating in my head was that it’d meant nothing. That it’d just been a one-time thing. But I’d rather admit to being an honest sinner, even if it was just to myself, and save myself the pain of continuing to force those lies down my throat.
