“Drunk?” Ipress.
“Yeah, you know, like they drink a lot of beer and wine, and suddenly they’re acting like stupid eight-year-olds.” He does have a pretty accurate way of describing the scene of drunk adults. “It’s not like I can sleep through it, yet I’m forced to go to bed at nine while the other neighborhood kids get to stay up until their parentsgohome.”
I’m gathering this is a common party for the area. “Do they have parties at the other neighborhood houses too?” I ask as we enterhisroom.
“Every week, someone from the neighborhood has a big party. It's annoying.” It sounds kind of fun, but maybe not forDylan.
“You know,” I sit down on the edge of his bed. “You have peanut butter stretching from the corner of your mouth all the way to your ear.” I try to keep my face straight as I tell him this, but he erupts intolaughter.
“Do I look like theJoker?”
“You kind of do,” I tell him with a smile. “I’ll get you a face cloth, and you look for something other than a wetsuit to wear tonight, okay? Berightback.”
I cross the hall into the bathroom, running into Liam, who’s scrubbing the sink. He’s scrubbing it so hard, he might be taking the finishing polish off the Granite countertop. “What do you need?” he askscoldly.
“Just a face cloth forDylan.”
He turns around and grabs one from the towel rack, then tosses it atme. “Here.”
I kind of feel like we’re back to square one with his pissiness. While I understand he has a reason to feel whatever he’s feeling, I’m not going to take the brunt of it. I nudge him away from the sink with my hip so I can turn the faucet on. “Excuseme.”
He stumbles backward, probably from my unexpected shove. “Watch it,”hesays.
“Um, how about you stopbeingrude?”
He pushes me back, not even giving me enough time to wet the damn facecloth.
That’s it. I grab ahold of the sink as he’s still trying to keep me away from reaching the faucet and I manage to shimmy in front of him, crunching myself between the sink and hissolidbody.
“Really?” he says. “You’re such achild.”
“Me?” I shout back. “You’re the one who won’t let me get somewater.”
Liam takes a step back and leans toward the bathroom door, slamming and locking it before stalking back overtome.
I attempt to ignore his animalistic predator-like behavior while I keep my focus on soaking the cloth way more than needed. Liam grabs me by the waist and pushes me against the sink, forcing me to watch the dark glare of his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. As his focus skates down the length of my neck, my body stiffens in preparation for what he’lldonext.
His eagerness is apparent as his lips firmly connect with a spot beneath my ear, sucking, and nipping until a moan purrs in mythroat.
It doesn’t take long before my knees weaken and threaten to give out on me. “Liam,” Imutter.
He doesn’t stop, though. His tongue is drawing circles as his teeth are pressing into my sensitive flesh, and his lips are sucking. I keep my grip firm on the vanity, holding myself up, trying not to look at our reflection because if I do again, we aren’t leaving this bathroomanytimesoon.
His hands slide up the front of my body, slipping under my loose camisole and tugging at my bra to maneuver his hands beneath the material as he pinches both of my nipples between his callousedfingertips.
As if the kissing and nipple clamping weren’t enough of a sensation overdrive, his cock jackknifes upward, pegging me in the back. “What about Dylan?” I mutter. So super hot, but I’m supposed to be Dylan’s nannyrightnow.
“He’s ten and looking for clothes. He’ll be fine for a few minutes,” Liam whispers intomyear.
“You only need a fewminutes?”
I watch the reflection of my brow rise questioningly while meeting his gaze in the mirror. He spins me around and lifts me up, placing me down on thecountertop.
“I need to clear my mind beforetonight,okay?”
“Clear your mind from what?” Maybe this isn’t the best time to press my luck, but I want to know what’s going throughhishead.
“Julia,” he says firmly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I’ve been trying to piece together parts of my life that have been very, very fucked up for a long time, okay? I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you ... and that will help me right now. Can you do that without question, and without kicking me in theballs?”
