My Kind of Forever (Beaumont 5)

“I don’t know. In my heart, I feel like the baby is fine. The more I’ve thought about it, the more I feel pregnant. Katelyn even told me I was fat. This morning at the park, my best friend looked me in the eyes and told me I’m either pregnant or Xander has a lot of work to do.” I laugh and cry at the same time because while I love Katelyn, she was mean today, but in a good way.

“You’re not fat.”

“I will be.”

Liam shakes his head. “I read in one of your books that you can still work out and do yoga to stay in sh

ape and that it’s healthy for you and the baby. If you’re thinking about how I’ll see you - because I know you’re comparing yourself to those women you saw tonight – then you have nothing to worry about. From the time I was fifteen I’ve thought you to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. The fact that you’re carrying our child only intensifies that thought. Tell me what happens tomorrow.”

He pushes a few pieces of fallen hair behind my ear and lets his hand fall down the front of my shirt, palming my boob in the process. He makes no bones about the groping action, just smiles like it’s no big deal.

“In the morning I have to go to the hospital to have an ultrasound done. The doctor wanted to do it right away, but I couldn’t do it without you.”

“Thank you for waiting.” He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. It’s too soon when he pulls away, leaving me longing for more.

“We have a lot more to talk about, like how you went against my wishes and read that book, as well as what happened with Meredith.”

“Like how I saw you smoking on stage?”

“Touché. In my defense, I was pretty drunk because I had to perform with Layla. I didn’t want to do it because I didn’t know how to explain it to you. You also have a voicemail from me that probably doesn’t make sense.”

“It didn’t, but I get it now... sort of,” I pause, giving some thought to what I’m going to say. “Liam, we need to find a happy medium. I don’t want to be one of those wives who question everything that she sees or hears. It’s not fair to you. I’m having trouble letting go of the past even though for most of it, I wasn’t even involved. I’m afraid I’m not enough for you and that’s not because of something you’re doing wrong –”

“Jojo, you’ve got to trust me,” he says, cutting me off. “You’ve got to accept that I’m not walking away from you or Noah, ever.” He pleads with me. He’s right. I need to get over whatever it is that I’m feeling. I shouldn’t be insecure in my relationship with him.

“I’m sorry for making things harder.” I realize it’s too late to take back what I just said. His expression has changed.

“Want me to show you hard?”

I roll my eyes and bury myself in his neck. This is home for me, wherever he’s at. He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. The last time I was in his penthouse, I could only imagine what his room looked like.

He carries me straight to the en suite, setting me down on the vanity. When he steps away, he lifts his shirt, gracing me with his beautifully defined chest. My name is like a beacon screaming at me, telling me that everyone who saw him like this knew my name. When he steps toward me, my hands grab for him. His eyes close as my fingers trail over his chest. He lifts my shirt and unclasps my bra, causing me to break contact with him.

Liam pulls me until I’m standing and slowly undoes my jeans, pushing them to my ankles. He slips each boot off, setting them to the side before he helps me step out of my jeans. Lips ghost up my legs, followed by his hands, until he’s back at my waist. He looks up with a wicked smirk on his face as he tugs my panties, ripping them from my body.

I gasp and he laughs. “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

This slow method of undressing me is about to drive me insane. He blows on my core, sending waves through my body. He thinks teasing is fun but, right now, I’m finding it rather mean. I rub my thighs together to give myself some friction while hoping to spur him on, but he just watches my eyes.

I reach for him. I need to get him out of his jeans. I need to feel him pressed against my body. His erection strains against his jeans, needing to be freed. He steps back and slowly undoes each button of his jeans. Liam knows I’m eager, but is making me wait. When he bends over to untie his boots, I feel naked and alone.

His hand snakes between my legs until he’s at my center, pressing his thumb to my bud. I move forward for more, but he has other ideas as he pulls away and drops his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock poking out of his boxers. He chuckles and grabs himself. The smirk he had earlier is back and now I’m finding it wildly sexy. Liam knows he’s hot, and he knows that I think so as well.

“Stop playing around,” I say, irritated that he’s teasing me.

“What do you want, Jojo?”

“You.” I step to him, crashing my body into his. He catches me with a groan and instantly brings my legs up around his waist, burying his finger deep inside of me. I move ever so slightly against his hand as he fumbles to get his jeans off.

Liam pushes me against the shower wall and with one hand still buried deep between my legs he uses his other to turn the water on. I don’t care if it’s too cold or hot I just want to feel him wet and slick against my body.

I hiss when the water touches my skin, it’s hot and steaming up the glass door. The tiles are cool on my back and already damp. In an instant, his cock replaces his fingers. He groans at the contact, biting my shoulder.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says as he pumps into me. I lock my ankles together, holding him place. He steps back, putting as much space between us as my legs will allow, and takes hold of the top of the shower door. I lean my head back against the tiles and push onto him, keeping with the rhythm of his hips.

“I could watch you take my dick all day.” He licks his thumb and places it on my clit, rubbing vigorously until I start to shake. “It feels so good when you’re about to come. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my fucking dick, Josie.” His words encourage me. I tweak my nipple, pulling on the already sensitive bud to push my impending orgasm.

“Ah… ah… oh shit!” The throbbing between my legs is too great. I dig my hand into his shoulder and he moans, thrusting harder until he’s collapsed against me. He jerks a few times, spilling into me.