“It’ll take more than a bomb to get rid of me, Officer.” He growls pulling me closer to him and resting his forehead against mine.
“I’ll never let you go again, Malia,” he says with earnest.
“Good,” I breathe out.
Liam slams his mouth against mine and lifts me by the back of my thighs. He guides his cock to my entrance and pushes into me with a grunt. His head falls to my chest getting used to the feel of me, my hands tangle in the long pieces of his hair.
He lifts his head and gives me a smile before slowly pulling his hips back and slamming forward. I moan as he punches into me in punishing thrusts. My ass bounces off the wall and my wound is screaming in pain.
Liam’s hand snakes around the back of my neck, entangling his fingers in my hair, then yanks my head back to claim my mouth in a deep, searing kiss.
He feels perfect. He’s violent as he fucks me against the shower wall, unforgiving despite my injury and I love that he doesn’t treat me as a broken doll that needs to be loved delicately.
Liam grips my thighs and watches himself pound into me. Entranced by the way we’re connected. The beginning of my orgasm begins to build in my core, tightening into a tight ball threatening to explode. His thrusts become impossibly harsher, erratically working inside of me. Calling to my orgasm like he’s a fucking siren.
“Come for me, baby,” Liam says through pants.
The water showers down on us, making his control on my body hard to hold onto, his grip tightening while our bodies smack off each other, reverberating off the walls in the bathroom.
Liam sneaks a hand between us, wedging me between the wall and his chest, circling my clit with his thumb then bites down on my shoulder. My orgasm erupts in a collision of starbursts, blinding me as I scream out from the intensity.
His hips don’t slow as I claw at his back while he chases his own orgasm. My pussy clenches around his swelling cock until he gives into his release. He groans his pleasure, thrusts finally slowing and I’m nearly convulsing under his hold.
Liam lets me down on my feet, holding me up as my knees nearly buckle under me. He chuckles when I throw my hands around his neck, taking advantage and bending down to pull me into another kiss.
“The water’s getting cold,” he says when I resist him ending the kiss.
He reaches behind me and turns off the water and opens the door with an expectant raised eyebrow.
“If you keep fucking me like that, Liam Brenner, I might just do anything you ask me to,” I rasp out, stepping into the towel he’s holding out for me.
He kisses the top of my head, and the move is so innocent it catches me off guard. Yesterday we weren’t talking and today we almost feel like a couple. Nothing I ever thought we would be.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, wrapping his own towel around his defined waist. The exposed V at his hips like a beacon to his magical dick instantly makes me salivate. Water trails down his chiseled chest and I think I might just fucking die looking at him.
This man is going to be trouble for my body and I’m fucking here for it. His large hand slides against my cheek, his fingers wrapping into my hair, and he dips my head back.
“Stop looking at me like that.” His tone is serious, but the mischievous smirk says otherwise. “You still need to rest. You haven’t slept all night.”
I groan and step out of his hold, walking out of the bathroom to the bedroom I’ve been staying in since we’ve been here. Liam stays close on my heels, following me until I go to pass the steps.
His hand grabs my upper arm, and he spins me around, tipping my chin back with his knuckle. “I have to say,” he gives me that devilish smile that shows his perfect set of white teeth, “a man could get used to this.” He bends down to kiss my lips passionately then releases me. “I’m going to get changed and come lie down with you if that’s okay? My bed is covered in cum and blood.”
I chuckle and lift on my toes and press a quick peck to his lips. “Who says mine won’t be later?”
Heat flares in his eyes while he watches me disappear into my room, closing the door after one final look. Liam descends the stairs in a hurry, and I giggle when the door latches.
I go through the clothes that my dad had sent here and settle on another pair of spandex boy shorts and a large, cropped t-shirt that hangs off my shoulder. My exhaustion begins to seep in, not bothering with the light because I know Liam will be coming in soon, and I climb into the bed.
The wound on my side is sore from the exertion of mine and Liam’s two round fuck fest. My stitches are still where they should be, and I didn’t rip the incision open. I should be able to remove the stitches in a week. Being under the water probably didn’t help the situation, but it was worth it.
I have no problem making Liam play nurse for me again if I needed to.
I’m nearly asleep when he creeps into the room. He shuts the lights off and closes the blinds to block out as much sunlight as he can. The bed dips and he shuffles in close to me, his hand immediately on my back as I lay on my stomach, rubbing circles into my skin with his fingers.
My eyes flutter open, feeling the weight of his stare on my face and I meet those icy pools staring back at me like they used to. Back when I was Mila. There’s so much love there and it fucking terrifies me.
“My mother.” The confession comes out like word vomit into the silent room. Liam’s eyebrows pinch together as he watches my face waiting for me to elaborate. “My scar. My mother pistol-whipped me in the face when I was sixteen.”