“Trust me, not comfortable,” Hunter chimes as he walks in.
“Ew…” I mimic a gagging noise.
“Dude. You didn’t even live here. What the fuck?” Liam scowls.
Hunter shrugs, then takes a swig of his beer. “I was a dumb college kid.”
Smirking, I cross my arms. “Does Lennon know?”
“No…” He points at me with the bottle. “And don’t you tell my hormonal, pregnant wife either. I don’t need to give her any more ammunition to knee me in her sleep.”
“Huh,” Liam says sarcastically. “Dick kicking in their sleep must be a Corrigan trait.”
Laughing at both of their expressions, I shrug. “Well, Lennon’s probably getting even after all the times you were an asshole. Maybe I should tell her…”
I still can’t believe they’re having another baby. After Aaron was born, they said they weren’t necessarily careful but were also doubtful they could due to Hunter’s medical concerns. Turns out, he’s very able. Lennon’s three months along now and moodier than she was with the last two pregnancies. Probably because she has two kids to take care of this time around.
“Keep your loud mouth shut, Maddie,” he warns.
“Okay, on one condition…” I offer, turning to Liam quickly before looking at Hunter. “You keep guard while we give the room a proper goodbye.”
Hunter chokes on his beer and shakes his head. “You two are worse than Mason and Sophie.” Then he turns on his heels and shuts the door behind him.
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Madelyn Corrigan,” Liam taunts as I slowly unzip my dress in front of him.
“And you have about ten minutes to do very bad, bad things to me. So start strippin’,” I order.
He waggles his brows and kicks off his shoes. “Yes, ma’am.”
I giggle at our eagerness, and as soon as we’re both naked, Liam wraps his hand around my neck and draws me into him, crashing our lips together frantically.
“God, Mads. Do you have any idea how much I love you? How crazy you make me?”
I wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him. “If it’s half as much as I love you, then I’m guessing a lot,” I say against his lips.
“Half? Do you not understand my feelings for you? Most of the time I hold back so I don’t scare the shit out of you.”
Tilting my head, I blink and look him in the eyes. “Don’t. I want every single part of you. You were my first and only, so I want to experience everything with you.”
“Maddie, baby. The feelings I have for you…they’re so goddamn intense. I want you every second of every single day. And I don’t mean just sexually. It’s enough to just be near you. Close enough to touch you. Hold you in my arms, where you belong.”
“Considering how our relationship started and everything we’ve been through, I wouldn’t want us any other way. Desperate, intense, frantic. I like knowing you want me as much as I want you,” I tell him honestly.
Liam startles me when he grabs my arms and bends me over the pool table, positioning himself between my thighs. I plant my palms down and arch my back, widening my legs for him. “I don’t just want you, baby. I need you.” He threads his fingers in my hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling until my head touches the felt of the table. “Physically, mentally, emotionally. Every fucking aspect of the word. I’d have no purpose without you in my life.” Liam aligns our lips until our mouths are on each other’s. I love every side of him—soft and gentle, sweet and caring—but I’m especially fond of his rough and passionate side.
He abruptly enters me, stroking himself against my pussy before he pulls out, then rams himself in again. I gasp at the intensity but want him to continue his sweet assault. Liam palms my throat, keeping my head close to him as he nips my bottom lip. Thrust after thrust, he brings me closer to the ledge, so damn close I’m about to cry out in misery if I don’t come soon.
“Even though it’s been months, I’m still torn up that I hurt you the way I did,” Liam grits between his teeth as his free hand slides to my hip. “Every choice I made in Vegas led to me marrying that witch, betraying you, and you getting hurt in that car explosion. I fucking hate that I did that to you.” He slides out slowly before thrusting back in. “The guilt eats me alive every day.”
He mentions feeling guilty, and I know he’s not just talking about me, or us, but Tyler too.
When Victoria set Tyler up after the fight in Vegas, Serena agreed to be his lawyer. Once the bail was set and the judge read his charges, Liam nearly lost his shit. With the number of drugs and guns they found, there was enough to put Tyler away for fifteen to twenty years. Even though it was his first offense, he crossed state lines, and the judge wasn’t empathetic. Serena managed to get his bail lowered on account of him being former military and not having a criminal record. Liam made sure Tyler’s bond was quickly paid, and he was released. While he awaited his next court date, Tyler wasn’t allowed to leave California, so he stayed with us.