“Li—”
I’m cut off by the sound of spit leaving his mouth and the feel of his thumb rubbing into its intended target.
“Oh,fuuuuuck,” I groan involuntarily.
“You were saying, baby?” Liam snarks from behind me.
Between his cocky-ass attitude and the tip of his thumb dipping into my sore asshole, I grit out the truth.
“I’m gonna come.”
Liam reaches between my legs to tug on my balls while keeping one hand on my left cheek so he can wedge his face back to where he started. I cry his name as I shoot my load all over the innocent pine in front of me.
Before I can collect myself enough to return the favor, Liam is tucking me back into my pants and grabbing his skis. My heart sinks because at first, I think he isn’t hard, until he adjusts himself with the heel of his hand.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance for payback.”
I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter 34
Liam
While I wasn’t nervous before taking Damon’s virginity, I am nervous as fuck now.
I haven’t even looked at the ring since the day I bought it, all because I made a fucking dinner reservation. I’m new to that part of adulting, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how people normally do it…the reservationorthe engagement.
Doesn’t matter now; I’m all in. I mean, the restaurant is expecting a proposal, and the more I think about it, the more it just makes fucking sense.
I heard back from the admissions department this morning. I’m too late to start in the spring and too early to apply for the fall, but they were very helpful in telling me how I should be spending the next few months to increase my chances for acceptance and fall enrollment.
Which is why my next phone call was much better. I’d reached out to Owen, asking if he knew anyone in the business near my hometown. After all, it’s only about 2 hours from their place, and he got me in touch with a couple who just opened a new bed-and-breakfast close to one of our state parks and are looking for help.
I don’t have a ton of experience to offer them, but I have charisma, passion, and a desire to learn…at least, that’s what Owen said. I’ll have to live with Damon because fuck all if I’m ready to go back to my dad’s just yet, but the way this trip is going, I really don’t think D will mind.
I rummage through my clothes, trying to find something that will be suitable and unrumpled. Why the fuck didn’t I hang my shit up like Damon?
Because you weren’t planning on getting engaged to your best friend tonight, dumbass.
Oh, right.
Yeah, definitely didn’t see this one coming.
At the bottom of my bag is the one decent pair of pants I own. And they’re still not that decent, but they’ll have to do.
Pulling on the khaki pants, I loop my brown belt through them, tug on my navy-blue sweater, and slip into the brown boots I brought before clasping my silver chain around my neck. I’ve worn it several times since we’ve been here, but I’m not sure Damon realizes I wear it every day…even when we’re not on vacation together.
In a way, I guess I already wear his ring.
I can’t believe I’m going to ask him to marry me tonight, and neither of us has told our families that we’re…gay? Bi? Into each other?
I wish I had a nice sport coat like Damon, but all I have is my ski jacket. Can they really turn me away for not having the right jacket?
Fuck. I should have called. I should have asked more questions. Damon would’ve asked questions.
As I’m spiraling, a knock sounds at the door.
“Li, what time did you say we need to leave?”
