“Up to this point, I’ve lost everyone that I love. My parents, my wife…fuck, some of my high school friends are probably dead too randomly. I don’t know. The point is, I tend to attract death. Either I kill other people, or others die around me. I suppose in that regard, not only am I looking out for your safety, I’m looking out for my sanity. I don’t want to live in a world with more fucking heartache.”
I sighed.
“In any other scenario, I’d probably be grieving the loss of you, Emily, and Charlotte. But you fought back against Sean. You refused to say no. Death came for you all, and you said fuck you to death. You fought. And here you are.”
“I wouldn’t…”
Kelly cut herself off.
“What?”
“I was going to say I wouldn’t be so audacious as to say fuck death,” she said, “but in a sense, I see what you’re saying. We are all going to die at some point, Liam. Why not enjoy the ride along the way? Whether it lasts one more month or six more decades, rather than fearing the end, let’s embrace the good times that we’ve had.”
And then she took my hand in hers. I hated to say it felt emotional, but I could say that it was touching. I suppose that was a good middle ground.
“I know,” I said, a gross understatement for how much her words had hit me. “You know, I don’t ever say this because I tell myself I rarely need to. But I’m sorry. I’m sorry for running off on you without any fair warning. I’m sorry for being a dick to you when I left. I’m sorry for not communicating in the last month at all. I’m not sorry that you came here to find me—”
That gave Kelly a much-needed laugh.
“But I am sorry that you probably went through a shitload of hell to get to this point. And I am happy that you chose to look past all that.”
“Oh, don’t let yourself off too easily, ‘Trent,’” she said, smirking as I let out a chuckle. OK, this girl could give it back. When not overwhelmed with depression or fear, yeah, she had a little bit of spunk. I liked that.
I liked it a lot.
“I’m not going to forgive you so easily. I think you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
“And how is that?” I said.
She didn’t even have to say anything. I could already feel, just from the vibe that was building, where this was going. I didn’t want to make any assumptions, but the narrowing of her eyes, the blushing of her cheek, the squeezing of her hand…
“Remember how our first encounter ended two years ago?” she said.
“You really want to go back to that motel?”
“Maybe not the same room,” Kelly said with a laugh, “but yes. And this time, don’t tell me your name is Trent. Don’t lie to me. I can take the truth. I want the truth. I want the biggest, hardest fucking truth you’ve got.”
I snorted. I reached into my pocket, fumbling for my wallet as I prepared to close out for the day.
“You’re sure?” I said. “You give permission to someone like me to do whatever he wants, you’ll have no idea what—”
“I gave permission two years ago and a month ago. I’m not asking for you to do what you do best anymore. I’m demanding it.”
Woah, shit! This girl definitely had some spunk I had not seen before.
I stood up, threw a hundred on the bar, and dragged Kelly out of the bar, my erecting cock already threatening to burst through my pants and take Kelly where we stood if we didn’t hurry the fuck up.
Chapter 25: Kelly
Yes, I knew that Liam was having a genuine conversation.
And yes, I really did appreciate it. The heat I’d felt had really only started in the last minute or so of our dialogue, and up until that point, I was flattered and appreciative of the surprising vulnerability.
But there was just something about this man that, the instant I started to think erotically about him, I could not get it out of my head. It didn’t matter if we were talking about feeding Charlotte, visiting some long-forgotten relatives, or eating breakfast; once the thought came to mind, it was game over. I had to have him.
And hey, what better way to bring it full circle than to go back to that same motel for a round of bed-breaking, hair-tugging, dominating sex? It wasn’t like this time, he was going to leave. The fact that he recognized his limitations told me as much, and I had full faith that he wasn’t about to leave. Call it an instinct, maybe even a poorly trained one, but I just knew on some level that Liam was not going to leave me this time.
We took little playful, flirtatious jabs at each other as we headed over. I smacked Liam’s ass and let my hands drop below his belly, not quite on his groin but close enough to get the suggestion across. Liam ran a hand under my coat and squeezed my breast. No one in public would think anything more than just two buzzed adults having a good time, but to us, it was really just a type of foreplay.
When we got to the motel lobby, I’d never seen Liam look so hurried and hastened in my life. It was almost kind of funny, the way that he just begged for the receptionist to give him whatever room was available. It didn’t matter to him if it was first or second floor, smoking or non-smoking, queen, king, or double bed. He just wanted a private space where he could get
