Our hands roamed everywhere, and we soon stood naked in front of each other.
“Fucking hell, you’re sexier than I imagined,” Liam said, his hand bringing my nipple up to his waiting mouth.
My head dropped back as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes! God, yes! I have condoms!”
He chuckled against my breast and pulled back to look at me. “No foreplay, Amelia?”
“Screw foreplay, Liam. I haven’t had sex in a year. I want to be fucked six ways to Sunday.”
With his hand cupping my pussy, I let out a moan. “You’re not shy, my sweet Amelia Parker.”
Not wanting to wait a second more, I reached for my purse. Pulling out a condom, I dropped to my knees. Cradling his balls in one hand, I slowly ran my other one over his hard length.
Oh, yes. He was huge. I was going to be sore. And this was going to be amazing.
I ripped open the condom and slowly sheathed Liam. His moans and hiss had me dripping wet with desire.
He reached down and grabbed my arms, pulling me back up.
“Turn around. I want to take you over this table.”
Smiling, I did as he said. When my breasts hit the cool surface of the wood, I gasped. The feel of Liam’s fingers slipping inside me caused me to let out a long, low groan.
“Yes!” I panted as he pushed my legs apart. From behind was probably going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I didn’t care. I was acting like a crazed woman. I’d never wanted to be fucked so much and so roughly in my entire life.
“Fuck me now and stop making me wait, Liam.”
He pushed in and I let out a loud whimper-groan, grabbing the sides of the table.
“You okay?” Liam asked, slowly pulling out and then going back in even slower. Pure, unadulterated, blissful torture.
“Yes, keep going!” I panted as I tried to relax around his girth.
“Give me ten seconds to adjust to you. You’re so fucking tight I’m going to come before we even get started.”
He gently ran his fingers over my ass as he worked his way in and out, causing goosebumps to race across my body.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he said.
I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. “No small talk, Liam. Fuck me. Hard and fast.”
Liam did just that. After screaming out his name on the table, I called it out again while he fucked me against the wall, on the sofa, in the shower, then one last time in the massive, king-sized bed.
I was spent and my body ached. I’d never been fucked with such commitment and ferocity. We certainly hadn’t made love, and I was perfectly fine with that.
“You’re going to be sore, love,” Liam whispered as he pulled my body flush against his.
“Hmm.”
I waited for that pull in my chest at his use of a pet name, but it never came. Letting it go, I slowly let myself drift off to sleep.
My body ached in the most delicious way as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.
“Jesus,” I whispered as I slipped my hand between my legs. My vagina had been thoroughly fucked. When Liam woke me up earlier with his cock pushing into me, I murmured, “Yes, please.” He pulled out another amazing orgasm, and I was sure the poor people on either side of us got no sleep last night. Not with all the screwing in this room.
The smell of bacon quickly had me sitting up. Liam must have ordered room service. I swung my feet over the bed and reached for my robe, heading to the living area of my suite.
“The last time I checked, you weren’t my mother, Nancy,” Liam muttered into his phone while he stood and looked out the window.
I frowned. Ugh. The ex.
“Yeah, well, I just spent an amazing evening fucking, and I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing because you needed me.”
Lifting my brows, I let his words sink in. So, they either had an open relationship, or they really were just roommates. Still, I didn’t like him talking about our night like that. Maybe it was because I felt like a total whore for letting a man I hardly knew screw my brains out.
Or maybe it was because his words made me feel that way.
When he turned and saw me, I sensed regret in his eyes.
He mouthed I’m sorry, and I shrugged. Snagging a piece of bacon, I flopped onto the couch and reached for the remote along with my phone. Clicking on the TV, I searched for HGTV.
“I’ll fix it when I get home,” he said. “I’ve got to go.”
Liam sat down next me and sighed.
“Do you always talk on the phone naked?”
He laughed. “No. Not always.”
I knew he was probably waiting for me to ask him about Nancy, but I honestly didn’t care. It wasn’t like Liam and I were dating. We’d hooked up and had an amazing night. He didn’t owe me anything.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked as I finished the bacon, still searching for a damn TV show I wanted to watch.
“I was kind of hoping we could spend the day together.”
I stared at him. After a few seconds, I responded with, “Um, you want to hang out?”
Liam laughed. “Well, did you really think I was going to fuck you all night and leave in the morning?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, kind of. Isn’t that what guys do?”
He lifted his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear. “Not all guys, love.”
I smiled. This was kind of nice. Too bad he lived in New York and I lived in Texas. We might actually have a good time dating.
“Okay, well, I need to see what my sister is doing,” I said.
“Let’s all do something together.” Liam suggested.
Grinning bigger, I jumped onto my knees. “That sounds amazing! Like what?”
“How about take a drive out of the city. I know this great little restaurant that a friend of mine opened about a year ago in Highland. Do you like Italian?”
“Like it? I freaking love it!”
Liam pulled me to him and pushed my robe open. Pressing against his warm dick instantly turned me on.
“I was going to suggest calling Waylynn right now, but I’m thinking that can wait.”
With a sexier-than-hell smile, Liam cupped my breasts and chuckled. “I agree.”
After a serious make-out session on the couch, we were in my bed and he was making love to me. It was so different from the night before, and a part of me wanted that crazed man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. This felt too intimate, and I couldn’t figure out why I wanted him to stop. Closing my eyes, I let Liam work in and out of me slowly until I couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping my legs around him, I dug my nails into his back.
“Fuck me, Liam. Hard and fast.”
With a smirk, he did exactly what I asked for.
“Oh, my goodness. This is the cutest town. How have I never been here?” Waylynn asked as we walked along the shoreline to Liam’s favorite restaurant.
Liam held my hand as we approached Marco’s. My mouth was watering from the idea of food. After last night’s sexcapade and this morning’s sequel, I was starving.
Opening the door for us, Liam said, “Here we go. Best Italian restaurant on the east coast.”
I loved his Australian accent. A few times he had dropped a word that I didn’t recognize at all, but it didn’t matter. He was fun to be around, and I could tell Waylynn thought so too.
Walking through the door, we were greeted by a warm voice. “Liam! When I got your text, I was over the moon!” an older gentleman said. Waylynn and I glanced at each other and grinned. I’d had it in my mind the owner was going to be young and Italian.
“Marco! Buongiorno!”
The older man kissed each of Liam’s cheeks and rattled something off in Italian. Waylynn leaned in and said, “He just asked Liam how he ended up with two beautiful women on his arm.”
My cheeks blushed. Waylynn had taken six years of Italian, but I decided to keep that information to myself.
“I’m a lucky bastard, that’s how,” Liam sa
id.
“I see that,” Marco said. “What brings you here, my friend?”
Liam grinned. “We needed a change from the city and I bragged about your food. Don’t make me regret it.”
Marco pretended to punch Liam in the stomach before turning to us. “Come, come. I’ve got the perfect table for you. You can see the water, very romantic.” He wiggled his eyebrows before leading us to our seats.
“Marco is a bit of a character, but he’s a good guy,” Liam said as we followed a few steps behind. “He did business with my father a few years back.”
“Really? What does your father do?” I asked.
Liam let out a snarky growl. “He makes money and likes to tell everyone how much.”
Note to self: Liam’s father is not a happy topic.
Ahead of us, Marco and Waylynn were speaking in Italian. Well, there went my secret.
“Your sister speaks Italian?” Liam asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, she took six years of it.”
“Wow. What about you? Do you speak another language?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I took two years of Spanish and not one word stuck with me.”
Behind Liam, a couple caught my attention. I stopped walking and started staring.
Holy shit balls. My heartbeat doubled as panic set in.
Liam stopped. “Hey, is everything okay?”
I slowly shook my head and whispered, “No. This is far from okay.”
Following my gaze, Liam stared at the couple who were now locked in a kiss. It wasn’t hard for him to see what I was staring at. They were the only two people sitting in the corner.
“Do you know them?”
I pulled my eyes off the couple and looked at Liam. “The guy lip-locked with that woman is Jack…Waylynn’s husband!”
Liam’s head jerked. “Shit’s fucked.”
“What?” I asked.
“That’s fucked up,” he translated.
“Yeah, it is. Shit, this is bad.” My eyes traveled to my sister. Marco and Waylynn figured out we had stopped, they stopped and turned to face us. Waylynn wore a huge smile, but it quickly dropped. She must have sensed something because her eyes swung from me to Jack and then to the young bleached-blonde who had stopped sucking his face long enough to feed Jack something off her plate.
“Oh, no. Waylynn sees him.”
“Okay, well, should I go beat his ass or something?”
Waylynn had frozen with a stunned expression. Glancing at me, she forced a smile then walked straight over. “We need to leave.”
Nodding, Liam and I followed her out of the restaurant.
“Is everything okay?” Marco asked. Liam told him what had happened in a rushed whisper.
Waylynn got in the car faster than I could even say goodbye to Marco. My heart ached for my sister. My first instinct was to call my parents, but this was Waylynn’s problem, and I had to let her decide how to handle it.
“Liam, I’m so sorry to cut today short, but I think it’s best if I head back to my sister’s place.”
“Of course, yes. I’m more than happy to drive you back there, love.”
With a smile, I reached up on my toes and kissed him on the lips. “I had a lot of fun.”
He frowned. “This is not you saying goodbye, is it, Amelia Parker? Because Texas or not, I plan on seeing you again.”
I could feel the burn of heat on my cheeks. “I’d like that.”
Liam’s arm draped across my shoulders as he walked us to his car. I slipped into the backseat with Waylynn, expecting to see her crying.
But that’s not what I found. My sister’s head was high, a look of determination on her face.
A true Parker.
The keys rattled as I dropped them on the side table. Walking into the apartment, I glanced around for Nancy. The moaning from her bedroom meant she was screwing some guy.
“Great,” I huffed, making my way to the kitchen.
“Oh, John! Faster! Harder!”
The container of milk stopped at my lips. Her damn door was open. I sighed and took a long drink as she kept up her little show.
“Yes! That’s it! Don’t. Stop.”
After grabbing an apple, I headed down the hall. My stomach growled; I hadn’t picked up lunch after the whole mess at Marco’s.
“Nancy!” a deep voice cried out.
Stopping at her door, I took a bite of the apple, and Nancy’s eyes met mine. She smiled and moaned again.
“Want to join us?” she asked as the guy on top of her went to town, not even bothering to see who was there.
“No, thanks. Sloppy seconds aren’t my thing.”
Before she could respond, I pulled the door shut and headed to my room. Two days ago, I might have said yes to that invitation—with the ground rule that cocks don’t touch under any circumstances. But now, all I could think about was the beautiful, blue-eyed redhead who rocked my world last night and again this morning. Amelia was heading back to Texas and I already hated the thought of it.
I reached for my work calendar to see when I had a few days off. With a smile, I circled two weekends from today. One quick text to Amelia, and I would be making plans to fly there.
Me: I need to see you again, love. Are you free in two weeks? I could fly in on that Friday and leave Sunday the second.
Staring at my phone, waiting for a reply, I had to laugh at myself.
“Jesus. I’m waiting by the phone.” I chucked my phone across my bed. Heading to the shower, I decided what I needed was a good jacking off to the image of Amelia in my head.
When my phone buzzed, I damn near leaped across my bed for it.
Amelia: I’m free that weekend. Are you serious? You’d come to Texas?
For that sweet pussy, I’d fucking go around the world twice.
Me: Yes. To see your beautiful face, I’d travel the world.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t tell her what I was really thinking, but I meant what I texted.
Amelia: I’ve got you down! I thought I might be able to see you again, but Waylynn has packed a bag and we’re heading to my hotel to get my things. We’re leaving tonight.
My hand scrubbed down my face as Nancy made it clear they had both orgasmed. Hitting Amelia’s number, she answered on the second ring. “What time does your flight leave?”
“We’re taking Jack’s private plane. Waylynn told him she had an emergency and had to get to Texas. He was more than willing to let her take it. Guess he’s spending the weekend with the woman we saw him with at Marco’s.”
I shook my head. “Damn. I’m sorry about that.”
“It was overdue. Her leaving, I mean. Jack never treated her right.”
“Are you back at your hotel yet?”
“A few minutes away, but traffic is a bitch.”
I quickly headed back out of my bedroom, dressed in the same clothes I had on last night. “Text me when you get there. I want to kiss you goodbye again.”
“That sounds amazing.”
Nancy walked out of the kitchen naked. She licked something off a spoon, and I tried my best to ignore her. Grabbing my keys, I replied to Amelia, “I’ll make sure it’s a hell of a lot better than amazing.”
I couldn’t get the image of Nancy and the guy fucking out of my head. Her moans replayed until I finally asked the taxi driver to turn up the radio. By the time we pulled up to the front of the Ritz, I was wound tighter than a damn yo-yo.
My phone buzzed.
Amelia: I’m at the bar with Waylynn. She needed a drink.
Thank fuck.
The moment I walked into the small bar, I saw her. She sat at the bar with that red hair piled on top of her head. My cock strained against my pants, and I needed to sink deep inside her.
Waylynn was deep in a conversation with a lady dressed in a business suit next to her. She didn’t even see me walk up.
I stopped behind Amelia and leaned down, my lips inches from her ear. “I need to fuck you now. Get your ass in the ladi
es’ toilet.”
Turning, I walked away.
No one responded to a quick knock on the door to the toilet, so I walked in. Not ten seconds later, Amelia walked in.
“Liam,” she said, heat and desire pooling in her eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
With a nod, she reached into her purse and pulled it out. I grabbed it and pushed her against the bathroom door, locking it in the process.
“Wow. If this is how you say goodbye, what is hello going to be like in two weeks?”
I smiled and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out. My hand stroked it lightly as I watched Amelia gaze down and lick her lips.
“Do you know how fucking hard it’s going to be waiting two weeks?” I asked.
Ripping open the condom, I sheathed myself and reached under her short little dress. Her panties were soaked and that only made me want her even more.
I pushed them to the side and sank two fingers in. Amelia gasped and grabbed my arms. I knew she had to be sore from all the fucking. I started to slow my pace when the image of Nancy moaning and looking straight at me flashed through my mind.
“Fuck,” I groaned and picked Amelia up. “Are you sore? Can you take a good fucking right now?”
Her eyes widened. “Y-yes. I can.”
Lining my cock up to her pussy, I pushed in. “Good. Take all of me, love.”
Amelia’s face strained, so I backed off a little. “No! Keep going.”
“Tell me to fuck you, Amelia. Tell me how you want it.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Liam. We’re in a public restroom! But, my God…”
I drew back and looked into her blue eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
If she said yes, I would. I’d fucking hate it, but I would.
Her head went from side to side. “Don’t stop.”
My mouth crashed to hers as I took her up against the door. Anyone walking by would know exactly what was happening and that made it all the more thrilling.