“Well, think that far ahead for just a second,” I said. “I’m thrilled that you’re in Charlotte’s life right now. The connection you guys had makes me feel so emotional, it really does. But we have something too, do we not? At least the sexual chemistry, no?”
Liam sighed. He looked over my shoulder as if he was looking at something not really in the room. I would have killed to have gone inside his mind and know what he was thinking then.
“The people I think I have something with usually wind up dead or disappearing,” he said, “and I don’t know that that’s a fate I want to subject you to.”
“You don’t know if you want me to die or not?”
He smirked. I was just kidding. But in the larger context, this was not a joking conversation.
“The life I lead is not one that lends itself to close relationships,” he said. “There’s three of us primarily in my unit. My boss, me, and one other guy. My boss, he ran off a couple years ago with a client of his. Married her and moved to Portugal, I think. He keeps trying to hand the place off to me. But anyway, the point is, before my boss ran off with the girl, all three of us were always in the line of danger. Still are. We got some enemies that do not want us to be on this Earth. And said enemies are not like the guy that gave an awkward pickup line at the bar. They’re guys with codenames like Snake.
“And guys like Snake will not hesitate to hit us where it hurts. And that includes people we care about.”
He scoffed.
“My wife didn’t die because of that. I joined after. But all the same, it became very obvious through the example of my boss and my colleague that we would be selfish to be involved with anyone else. Not just acceptably selfish, but selfish in that we’d be putting the person’s life at risk.”
This time, he looked at me. The intensity of his eyes was both why I liked him so much…and why I feared how serious he was being at the moment.
“I used to think Scott going for his client was absurd, but as time has passed and as you and I have…well, let’s say rekindled things, I am beginning to understand it more. If you know you’re going to retire, who better to go after than someone that knows how dangerous the lifestyle and job is? It’s not exactly coffee and tea conversation to say that you once got shot at in the Bahamas rescuing a TV star.”
“Jesus,” I said.
“Fortunately, that was one of the more absurd ones,” he said. “But the point remains the same, Kelly. The fact that I’m not explicitly saying no is a lot. But it’s going to take even more for me to say, ‘Sure, let’s give it a shot.’ And then we have to connect.”
He sighed.
“Point is, are you really willing to put up with my bullshit? Because there’s gonna be a lot of it. You’re gonna have to have patience like no other.”
I wanted to just smile and say of course. Truth was, I actually was smiling. But I understood the need for due diligence. Life had already shown me I could have it all and still be miserable. Winding up with Liam by my side was no guarantee I’d be happy—just a guarantee I wouldn’t be alone and Charlotte wouldn’t be without a father.
“I understand,” I said, “and I guess we’ll just have to give it time.”
He nodded back and locked eyes with me. And like a powerful magnet, as if I could not resist, I found myself being dragged to him. And, as if to start the morning right, we kissed each other.
I couldn’t tell if Liam had even meant to kiss me or encourage me to do so. I just genuinely felt so attracted and turned on by his look that I couldn’t help it. And as the kissing slowly picked up pace, I found my hand going down to his stiffening cock. I grabbed his shaft, gave him a few good strokes, and next thing I knew, his hand was at my pussy, rubbing and getting me moist and wet.
Just like that.
The last two times that this had gone down, I’d only temporarily had the pleasure of pleasuring him. This time would be different. Or at least, I’d fight to have it be different.
As was his norm, he tried to flip me on my back. But I didn’t budge, instead increasing the pace that I stroked his cock. I let this go on for a couple of seconds before I scooted my way down his body. Liam, being the dom that he was, would get more pleasure off of controlling me than me literally stroking his dick.
I guess that was a lesson well learned.
I reached down, licked from the base to the tip, and swallowed, taking him in.
“You’re lucky this feels really fucking good,” he growled. “I want to take you and fuck you so bad right now.”
I laughed but didn’t come up off of him. I knew that giving him any opportunity to do things his way would be one that was seized.
I focused all my attention on pleasuring him the way that he had me. Whenever I felt him stiffen, I focused on doing that repeatedly; if I felt like he was kind of settling down, I went to something else. It didn’t take long to discover that he loved his tip being played with, and that was something I focused on exclusively.
His hips started to shake underneath me. His groans became more stilted. Was I going to play the role of dom here? Was I going to be the one in charge? Was I—
He slipped
