“What’re you doing?”
“Returning the favor.”
I open my mouth to say something, not sure what, but her hand squeezes me through my shorts and I’m struck mute. She strips my shorts off and kneels on the bed next to me, her gaze running up my legs and stopping on my cock. “Impressive.”
“Why thank you.”
She laughs at my brass, reaching out to wrap her hand around me. She squeezes and slides her soft palm up. “Hmm, looks like I need both hands,” she teases. “And my mouth.”
She says that last one right before sweeping her tongue over the head of my cock.
“Fuck. Brianna…Bree…fuck.” I’m not sure what I want to say. I completely forget how to speak when she strokes me with her mouth and hands. I palm the sides of her head, needing to touch her face.
Pleasure and heat tingle along my spine. “Bree. Baby. Stop.” My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her off. “Need your pussy.”
She flashes a lopsided grin and plants her fists in the mattress, crawling up the bed. “I like dirty-talking Liam.”
“Good. Get on my dick.” I even point at it so there’s no confusion.
She wiggles her eyebrows, and I reach out, tracing my fingers over her cheek and over her lips.
“Come on.”
For some reason she hesitates. “Condom?”
Fuck. I don’t want to tell her I snooped through her stuff and know she’s on the pill.
I sit up and reach around to unhook her bra, throwing it to the floor. “I just had my department physical. Healthy as a stallion.”
“Big as one too,” she teases.
“Thanks.”
The smile slides off her face. “They tested me in the hospital…”
Shit. I never considered—fuck, I’m a selfish asshole.
“I’m fine,” she says, reading my concern correctly. “I’m on the pill.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Get on top of me.”
“Feeling lazy, Liam?” she taunts.
“That’s it.” I power up and take her down to the bed, pinning her hands above her head. “Guess you’ll ride me some other time.”
One of my hands slides under her ass, tilting her hips for better access. Even though I’m aching to finally squeeze my cock inside of her, I take it slow. Tormenting us both. Staring into her eyes, I press against her opening. I hiss as I meet nothing but slick, tight, heat. Her eyes widen and she gasps as I slowly slide in. “Are you mine?”
She nods.
“No, baby girl. I need you to say it.”
Without hesitating, she gives me the words I’ve wanted to hear for so long. “I’m all yours, Liam.”
I circle my hips, pushing into her and sliding out. “Liam, please,” she whispers.
“Please what? Tell me.”
“Harder.”
I pick up my speed a bit. “Like this?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers. I slam into her harder. “Or this?”
“More.”
“You lost your chance to be on top, bossy girl.”
She snorts and wraps her legs around my waist. Reaching back, I hook her legs over my arms. She lets out a startled gasp at the different angle. “Too much?”
“No.”
It’s the last word she speaks. After that it’s just the sounds of our bodies crashing together. Breathless grunts mixed with whimpering cries of pleasure.
Her cries increase in volume just as my control snaps, and I hammer into her.
Everything’s so intense. Her husky moaning, our sweaty bodies sliding together, the bliss gathering at the base of my spine.
“Bree, come for me.”
“I…” She presses her head back against the bed, her mouth falling open, sharp little noises filling the air as I make her come.
I’m done. Pleasure fires through me, and I slam my hips into her one last time, fusing us together.
A few seconds pass, and her body relaxes. Her eyes flutter open. I’m still breathing hard, shaking from my orgasm.
She sighs as I slip free from her body. A satisfied smile curves her lips.
Bree is finally mine.
It’s much later in the day when we finally take a break.
“So, you’re done fighting this?” I ask, tracing my fingers over Liam’s chest. He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips.
“Yeah, I’m done. Well done. Done for. Done in.” He tickles his fingers over my ribs, and I yelp.
“Stop! Stop, that tickles.”
“That’s the point.”
He doesn’t stop until I’m out of breath from laughing so hard.
“Which one of us gets to tell my brother?” I ask after catching my breath.
“I’ll talk to him.” He turns his head, glancing around. “I’ll probably leave out the part about how we defiled his bedroom.”
“At least we didn’t use his condoms.”
He lifts his shoulders and fake-shudders in horror.
His hand finds his way to my hip, then strokes lower. “No, we didn’t.” His face turns serious. “I’ve never done that with anyone else, Bree.”
I stare at him unsure of his meaning.
“No condom,” he clarifies.
“Oh.” I’m not sure how to respond. I don’t want to picture him with anyone else. “Yeah, Nurse Linda seemed like she might be a germaphobe.”
The shock on his face is quite comical.
To me, anyway. Liam doesn’t even chuckle.
“Nothing before you even exists for me anymore, Bree.”
Before I can catch the breath he knocked out of me with that statement, he rolls to his side and runs the back of his hand over my cheek. “Are you all right?”
“I’m well-fucked if that’s what you mean.”
He dips his head, shoulders shaking with laughter. “No. That’s not what I meant.”
When he settles down, he captures my arm, running his gaze over my wrist. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a prick.”
I place my hand over his mouth—much like he did to me earlier—and I tingle from the memory. “No more apologies.”
He sucks one of my fingers into his mouth. “You taste good.” He runs his gaze down my naked body. “Everywhere.”
Heat races over my exposed skin. “Careful, I don’t think you can handle another round.”
“You throwing down a challenge, baby girl?” He moves over me. “I’ll show you exactly how many rounds I have in me.”
Wailing sirens scream through the air, scaring the crap out of me. He drops his head, muttering, “Fuck.”
“What the hell is that?” I ask as the same pattern of sirens repeats.
“My phone. Not good,” he explains, launching himself off the bed, hurrying into the living room.
“What?” he barks.
Liam listens carefully, curses under his breath a couple times. “Okay. I’ll be there in twenty.”
I slide out of bed and tug on shorts and a T-shirt. Liam groans when he comes back into the bedroom. “Why are you dressed? I wanted to burn the image of your naked body into my brain for the night.”
“You think you’ll be gone all night?”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Yes, it’s…not good. I’ll probably be late. If you need something and can’t reach me, call Keegan. His number’s on the fridge.”
“Okay.”
“I hate leaving you right now, so damn much.”
I run my hand over his cheek. “I understand.”
“Thank you.”
He gives me one last lingering kiss before getting dressed and hauling ass.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Briana consumes my thoughts on the way to Urgent Care. Her scent saturates my skin. Her laughter rings in my ears. I hated leaving her.
Unfortunately, under the circumstances I need to focus on work.
Today, the Urgent Care center is crowded and chaotic, doing nothing to ease my mind about the possible child abuse case I was called down here for.
I meet up with Brady in the parking lot. Together we push through the front doors and past a few people waiting to see a doctor.
Of course, the first person to help us is Linda. Why not?
“We received a call for a possible ten twenty-five,” Brady states without acknowledging that he knows her. Brady’s a hurt-my-friend-and-you’re-dead-to-me kind of guy. Not that Linda had hurt me, but he’s still curt toward her.
I couldn’t care less at the moment.
The second she looks up from her clipboard, she groans. “Figures you two caught this one,” she says, sounding just as excited to see us. “Follow me.” She leads us into a private consultation room, flipping on the overhead lights and closing the door behind her. “Four-year-old female. Orbital fracture.”
I wince and dread settles in the pit of my stomach.
Focus.