“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered. “I want to make you come.”
There was going to be no problem there. Liam’s lips found my neck, and he brushed aside my hair, licking and sucking his way across my skin to my ear. His lips brushed over my cheek. “Watching you take his dick there…fuck, Mae. I’m so hard.” He grasped my chin, tilting it to face him, and kissed me. His tongue plunged inside my mouth, a branding kiss that seared my soul even with another man inside me.
Heath rocked in and out of my body gently, building an orgasm that felt entirely different to every other one I’d ever had. New nerve endings came alive and mixed with the ones Liam worked. I lost control of my body. My pussy clenched, and I was almost surprised to find Liam’s fingers there, giving me something to clamp down on. His thumb stroked my clit, exploding light and fireworks behind my eyes, but it was Heath’s deep-throated growl of approval that sent me to the edge. He picked up the pace, driving home with each thrust, his groan making me feel so sexy and wanted. His fingertips dug into the flesh of my hips, slamming my body tight to his, riding me until I couldn’t do anything but turn my face into the pillow and scream his name. Heath came with a shout of his own, his hips pounding against my ass. Liam picked up a punishing pace with his fingers inside my pussy, and I yelped against the soft fabric as a third orgasm came out of nowhere.
“Oh my God,” I yelled, though it came out as nothing more than a muffled jumble of sounds.
Heath pulled from my body, flopping back on the mattress, completely spent, and letting Liam take over once more.
He rolled me to my back, and my fuzzy gaze cleared for him.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“I love you, too.”
I spread my legs for him once more, and he settled on top of me, sliding inside me easily. We kissed, deep and powerful, and he came quickly, too turned on from watching to hold out, but I wanted it. I held him tight to me, his body shaking on top of mine. I trailed one hand up and down his back, while the other groped around, looking for Heath.
Heath caught my searching hand and brought my fingers to his mouth, kissing each of them while Liam settled.
Distant sirens still pierced the silent room, but I was right where I wanted to be.
Everything was clear once more. All the reasons why we’d done what we had. All the reasons we’d keep fighting. They were right here with me, and I was never letting them go. None of them.
8
Liam
My mother’s house was exactly as I remembered it. Nothing had changed, though the years had ticked on since the last time I’d been here. It was a shrine to my childhood, a rusted set of swings in the corner of the large yard, and an upturned wading pool nearly grown over with weeds. Coming here had been instinct. The one place I’d always felt safe.
It had just been just me, Mom, and Hayden when I’d lived here, though sometimes I’d sat out on those swings and wondered what it would be like if my father had stuck around to be involved in our lives. My mom had done an amazing job of being both mother and father, always putting herself last, so we wouldn’t go without. But I was aware how hard she’d had it.
We could have had a whole different life if my father hadn’t flat-out refused to admit we existed. I’d gotten a taste of his lifestyle when my grandfather had plucked me from poverty and taken me to live with him in his sprawling mansion in Providence. But that had cost me this home and a close relationship with Mom and Hayden.
At fifteen, all I’d cared about was the money, and the flashy car and the expensive private school. But I wasn’t even twenty by the time the novelty wore off and I realized how those things truly meant nothing. I’d felt that wound more and more as I got older. It joined the loss of the father I’d never even met.
I turned away from the back windows as Mae wandered into the room wearing the shirt from my suit. It hung around her bare thighs, and I couldn’t help but lift the tail to check out what she had beneath.
Nothing.
I groaned and busied myself making coffee.
She laughed and pressed a kiss to my bare back. “How did you sleep?”
“After getting off twice in a row? Like a freaking baby.”
She smiled. “Me, too.”
I brushed a kiss over her lips. “Heath still out?”
She nodded. She opened a few cupboards and eventually found the one that held faded coffee mugs. Her fingers hovered over an ancient-looking one that said, ‘World’s Best Mom’ in faded print. “A present from you?”
I wasn’t sure. “Or Hayden. I don’t remember who bought it for her, but I remember her drinking from it every morning.”
“It’s right at the front, perhaps she still does.”
I shrugged one shoulder. It was hard to reconcile that notion with the fact she’d completely dismissed me the last time I’d seen her. “I wish I knew where she was. Where does a middle-aged woman go on a Thursday night?”
“A bar?” Mae asked.
“At her age? I don’t think so.”
“She’s mid-fifties at worst, Liam. That’s hardly dead.”
“Hardly prime clubbing age, though, either,” I returned. “What sort of bars are open all night anyway? It’s eight in the morning.”
“Strip club,” Heath offered, appearing behind Mae, rubbing a hand through his sleep-tousled hair.
“My mother was not at a strip club.”
“You don’t know that.” Heath grinned.
“Remind me never to help you escape from prison again,” I huffed. I poured boiling water into the instant coffee and waited for the granules to dissolve.
Mae passed me a carton of milk from the refrigerator, her fingers brushing mine. The polish on her nails that had been immaculate yesterday for Heath’s trial was now chipped at the edges. “I don’t feel right about breaking into your mother’s house.”
Heath and I both glanced at her.
“Really?” I asked. “That’s what you don’t feel right about in the scheme of everything we did yesterday?”