No one to fight, laugh, or rule with. I frowned to myself, taking another sip of the brandy before placing it on the counter. It also meant no one to sleep next to and no one to talk to. I could speak to others. However, I could only talk to Liam, because somehow he . . . I didn’t know. I could just talk with him, and in a second, stupid fucking Neal almost took him away. “Where is the brandy?”
I jumped at the sound of his voice. The mirror was so foggy I hadn’t even noticed when he walked in.
Turning to him, my eyes went straight to the bandage that was wrapped over his shoulder and around his waist. When I did glance up, he was looking me over as if I was water and he was a man in the desert.
I hadn’t realized until then that I was standing completely naked while he stood in pajama pants.
“Li—”
His lips were on mine, before I could get the words out. My hand went to his hair, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing me. He tasted like honey, and I didn’t want to let go of him. But I had to.
Breaking away, I took a deep breath, preparing to speak when his lips went to my neck.
“Liam we need to—”
He gripped my nipple, and I felt a moan ripple out of my throat. When his tongue began to trail down from my neck toward my breasts, I began pulling on this hair.
“Jesus! Fuck, Liam! Stop!” I yelled, and he froze, slowly ripping himself from me to look down at me. In his eyes I saw confusion, frustration . . . and hurt.
Letting me go completely, he took a step back, shaking his head. “Sorry. I just came in search of the brandy.”
He frowned, reaching around me, but I grabbed it first.
“You shouldn’t mix alcohol and pain killers,” I said quickly. He glared at me before spotting my hands. I wasn’t sure why I only then noticed the dry blood that was still on them . . . Neal’s blood, maybe a little of Declan’s as well.
Don’t ask, Liam.
“What the fuck happened to your hand?”
Damn it, just listen to me once.
“Neal was the one who shot you,” I replied, waiting to see how he would react, but he didn’t look surprised.
“That doesn’t explain your hand.”
“I said your idiot brother shot you, and all you care about is my hand?” He should be out there kicking his brother’s ass.
“Yes, because you’re my wife.” He sighed. “I will deal with Neal when I’m not on drugs.”
Turning away from him, I took off my ring to wash my hands. “I handled it.”
“You killed Neal?” he whispered, stepping up right behind me. Warmth radiated off him like waves. I felt myself leaning into him, closing my eyes, and relaxing as I rested my head on his chest. That is, until I remembered he had a bullet wound and stood straighter.
“No, I didn’t.” I should have. “I tasered him after beating into his face and stabbing Declan.”
I prepared myself for his bitching, but when I turned to him, he was smiling. He must have been on some really good drugs.
“Let me get this straight. You stabbed Declan. And attacked and tasered Neal while I was out?” he asked, and I nodded. He was going to find out anyway.
“You show affection in the oddest ways,” he said, kissing my forehead and grabbing the brandy.
But once again, I took it from him, placing it on the counter again. “Not with pills.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Give me the bottle, Melody.” He groaned, reaching for it.
But I poked his wound, causing him to hiss and flinch back. “No, means no, Liam.”
“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.” He frowned like a six-year-old boy.
“I shot you, stabbed your brother, tasered your cousin, and almost cracked open your ex-girlfriend’s skull—”
“My ex-girlfriend?”
“Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.” I bit my lip. “Natasha and I met in the bathroom at church. She said some things, and I put her head through the glass. So, no, withholding brandy isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever done to you.”
Once again, his lips found mine, but only for a second before he broke away.
“In my eyes it is,” he whispered. “I have two pleasures in this world. One is you, Melody Callahan, and the second brandy. Withholding them both is just plain cruel and borderline inhumane.”
And just like that, something clicked in my mind. Here I was standing naked in front of him, not only in body, but with my “sins” as well, and he didn’t care. He saw the deepest and dirtiest parts of my soul and mind but didn’t care. In fact, he wanted to stay in the darkness with me. Just him, me, and the fucking brandy.
“They’re both just temporary holds. You can have them once you’re feeling better,” I whispered back, kissing his lips softly before pulling away.
His eyes widened as my words set in. Grabbing hold of my waist, he pulled me closer to him. Bringing his lips to my ear, his hard-on pressed against my stomach.
“I won’t feel better if I don’t have you now,” he replied, biting my neck and making me want him even more.
I moaned, rubbing against him. “Liam, you’re hurt.”
Pulling me away from the sink, he pushed me against the bathroom door. “Mel, I plan on fucking your brains out.” He pulled the drawstring on his pants. His dick was pointed right at me, and I closed my legs trying to think clearly.
“You want me to fuck you against this door.” He whispered staring into my eyes. He held me prisoner with almost no effort at all.
Think Melody.
“I want to hear you scream my name.” He rubbed against me as he spoke. “You want me inside of you. I can feel it,” he added, licking up my neck while using his good arm to grab my ass.
“You’re going to be so sore in the morning,” I choked out as he sucked away. The warmth of the steam along with his body made me feel like I was on fire. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel him, and he felt amazing.
“If I do my job, you will be, too.” He smirked. “So just stop fighting this once and let me have you, wife.”
I couldn’t speak because he didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he plunged so deeply into me that my head went back. Moaning, I grabbed his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist as held me against the door, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He moaned, pulling out once more only to slam back within me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you against the door for a long time.” He smiled at me while he rammed into me over and over again.
I couldn’t even make a sentence. I couldn’t speak. I could barely see because my eyes rolled back.
“I wanted it to be hard,” he added, pulling my hands from his neck and holding them above my head.
“I wanted it to be rough,” he said, and it was like he let the animal out of the cage as he thrust into my body repeatedly, giving me no time to think or even move. All I could do was accept and moan like a bitch . . . his bitch.
He let go of my hands to grab my waist, and I let out a scream of pure pleasure as I came against the force of his cock. He didn’t let up, fucking me harder and harder until he thrust so deeply my voice cracked as he came. When he let go of me, I felt my legs release him. But I was too weak to stand and slid to the floor. I took in the warm air greedily but when I looked up, all I saw was his erection.