Like,so bad.
With my head trapped and my torso bent, Liam drives his free hand to my ribs, poking me in the side, making me squirm. The good news is that it’s enough to make my dick finally take a chill pill. The bad news is that my towel slips from my waist, and now, I’m naked from head to toe, trapped against Liam’s sweaty, naked torso.
He’showlingwith laughter as he smacks me on my bare ass, and I jerk in his hold.
I’m trying to tell him to stop, but he pokes me again with his blunt fingertips, and I can’t catch my breath fast enough to form words.
Finally, I turn my head and bite down on the flesh next to my mouth.
A burst of Liam’s sweat explodes on my tongue, and I know I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.
“Ow!” he yells, still laughing. Finally, he pushes me away from him. “Did you just fuckingbite me?” he asks, looking at his side while I grab my towel and cover myself.
“Yes,” I pant, hitting new levels of annoyance.
“I liked it.” Liam winks, grabs my shower gel, and walks out of my bathroom.
I can’t get my hand around my dick fast enough.
Chapter 6
Liam
When we open the door to Meltdown, it’s packed wall-to-wall with people.
“Holy shit,” I say with surprise.
“They must be good,” Damon mutters beside me as we squeeze into the bar. The low tables and all the chairs have been removed from the floor. The high-top tables remain for people to set their drinks on and maybe create a tiny bit of breathing room throughout the crowded space.
Damon and I pick our way to the bar. Since I’m bigger, I take the lead, pulling him behind me so we don’t get separated in the chaos. Meltdown isn’t that big, but with this many people crammed in here, if we get separated, it’d take a while to find each other again.
I scan the faces as we go. Sadly, I don’t spot Hannah or Julie anywhere, but Damon and I are catching quite a few glances from other ski bunnies as we pass by. He could honestly have his pick, but he’s been distracted and fidgety this whole trip, and he doesn’t even notice the attention he’s getting.
I hate that he’s keeping something from me.
It’s another ten minutes before we can get close enough to the bar to place an order, and as soon as I try, the bar lights dim, and red floodlights bathe the instruments in an eerie glow.
And,fuck,does it get loud!
I basically have to yell my words directly into Damon’s eardrum so he can hear me.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He replies, but he’s not loud enough, so I clamp my hand around his neck and pull him closer until his mouth is flush against my ear.
“J-just a Corona,” he stammers. Nodding, I let him go and lean over to place our order with the bartender. I hate making decisions like that, so I just order two Coronas to make it easy.
The lead singer welcomes the crowd and thanks everyone for coming out tonight. He introduces himself, the three other guys with him, and the band as a whole, even though it’s clear the entire place already knows who they are.
Putting my back to the bar, I turn to watch the band while I wait for our beers. A couple tries to scoot by, but Damon doesn’t notice, and it’s already a tight fit. Hooking my arm around his waist, I pull him between my legs, so his back is against my chest to create enough room for the couple to move past.
The dude moving through nods at me in thanks as his girl follows behind him with her arms wrapped around his torso. I’m not entirely sure how she’s managing to walk like that, but they look so content just to be together, it makes me smile.
Damon twists to look up at me, his question clear in the arch of his brow.
Placing my mouth back at his ear, I explain. “They needed to get by, and you weren’t moving.”
He nods and returns his attention to the band as the opening notes ring through the air, but I don’t take my arm off his waist. He feels good, solid. Having him this closephysicallymakestheemotionaldistance between us feel manageable, like, even though he’s not telling me what’s bothering him, he’s not pulling away from me, either, letting me know I’m still allowed to be close. If Damon were to kick me out of his personal space, I’m not sure what I’d do.
