I exit the restaurant and I dont stop walking. Im going to the
apartment I swore I wouldnt go back to anytime soon, not his hotel. Ive
spent too much time feeling like I dont own me, and now he wants to own
me. No. No, this is not going to happen. Ive been insane over this man.
Clearly insane.
Im crossing the street when Liam shackles my wrist, claiming control
and all but dragging me with him, the big bully. Let go, Liam.
Not a chance. Not until were in the room.
Im not going to the room with you.
He doesnt even look at me. Like hell youre not.
Ill make a scene.
He stops at the curb on the other side of the road, and turns to me,
his eyes hard, his voice crackling with barely contained anger. No. You
wont. Its a command he expects me to follow, solidified by the way he
starts walking again, tugging me along with him.
Liam
Dont talk, Amy. Youll only piss me off more.
Hes pissed off? Im the one who has been embarrassed and treated
like crap. Im the one who is angry. He wont intimidate me. He wont
control me like this. He wants to go at it with me, Im in. Bring it on.
We reach the hotel in record speed. The doorman says hello to us
and Liam doesnt even look at him, and Im pretty sure were a walking
billboard for a couple about to go to war. Oh, yes. We are getting good at
making scenes and getting noticed. Im failing miserably at staying off the
radar, and I have Liam to thank for that. No, I amend again. I have me to
thank for that. I let this happen. I let him happen, and I have to do
something about it.
We enter the elevator and he slides his card through the panel and
then pulls me hard against him, forcing my hands to his chest, with
nowhere else to go. My legs settle against his, and damn it, I am affected,
wet and aching for him, and this only serves to spike my anger a notch
higher. Hes controlling me and I dont like it. I can feel him willing me to
look at him and I refuse.
As if punishing me for my insubordination, his hand slides down my
back and cups my backside, caressing deeply, and I swear I feel it like a
stroke between my thighs. Barely containing a moan, I curl my fingers
around his shirt and I want to scream with the injustice of how aroused I
am.
The doors to the elevator slide open and my heart jackhammers. The
adrenaline pouring through me is like acid in my blood, burning me with
anticipation. The swipe of his card on his door feels eternal, almost slow
motion, and then Liam is dragging me inside the hallway and I am against
the wall.
Stop shoving me around, Liam. Stop trapping me, and
His mouth comes down hard on mine, a deep thrust of his tongue
claiming me, the taste of his anger like a shot of spicy, bitter whiskey about
to pull me into a haze I cannot allow myself to enter. I shove at his chest
and he tears his mouth from mine, and I am both relieved and tormented
by the loss of the intimate connection.
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You have no right to do what you did back there, I hiss.
You made that pretty damn clear tonight.
I didnt do anything, Liam. You did.
What I did was have a shit day you completed with an exclamation
mark. He shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it aside, then does the same
with his tie.
I repeat. I didnt do this. You did.
He leans on the wall. And you know how I wanted to deal with this
shit day? I wanted to get lost in you, and us, and what did I find? You with
him.
He was there when I got there.
And that made you drink out of his bottle. Its not a question. Its
an accusation. His hand slides into my hair, and he stares down at me, his
hand moving roughly over my shirt. I have no right, you say? Thats what it
comes down to, now doesnt it? I have no right to want you all to myself. I
have no right to expect you to be loyal.
You
He rips my shirt and I gasp as he unsnaps my bra, teasing my nipple,
pinching it. He is rough, hard in a way Ive never known him to be. I liked
this shirt and now its ruined, I whisper, but Im not talking about the shirt.
Im talking about us.
And you like being fucked. So thats what Im going to do. Maybe
you want me to be
that guy I was before I met you. Maybe you want me to fuck you and
leave you. Or maybe youd rather him do it.
No. My voice is barely audible. I feel defeated. He unbuttons my
shorts and I let him.
I dont want Jared.
He shoves my shorts and panties down my hips and his fingers are
between my thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh before the clothes ever hit
the floor. Maybe, he adds, acid in his tone, we should invite Meg and
Jared over to join us.
Hurt and anger overcome me. Is that what you want? Permission to
go back to what you were before me? To fuck everyone and anyone?
Youre nice and wet just talking about it
Stop! I shove at his chest. Stop talking like that and stop touching
me.
He surprises me and lets me go, leaving me standing there with my
shirt ripped open and my shorts at my feet. He motions to the door. You
want me to stop. You want to go. Then go.
I hug myself. Who are you? I dont even know you.
I can only be me, baby, and Im not sure you can say the same. Im
not sure you know who you are and I damn sure dont.
The insult that hits a little too close to home, like a slap, and I slump.
If you wanted to hurt me, it worked. I kick off the shorts and throw them
at him. Keep your stupid clothes and money and asshole attitude. I cut
around him, not even caring Im in a ripped shirt and sandals and nothing
else, and I dont stop until Im at the dresser digging for my clothes that I
bought.
Ive been alone a long time. I can do it again. I will do it again.
Liams hand comes down on my arm and he turns me. What are you
doing?
Putting on my clothes that dont make me feel like some kind of
prostitute you own.
Prostitute. How can you even say that? You were the one with
someone else.
I wasnt with him, Liam. I was with you. Was as in past.
He pulls me to him and the heat of his body, the feel of him pressed
to me, is heaven and hell at the same time. I want him. I need him. But not
like this. Not. Like. This. Is that what you want? he demands. Me gone?
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Me out of your life?
I know I should say yes. I should walk away and get out of what is
trouble waiting to happen. Youre being an ass.
Do you want me out of your life, Amy?
No, I whisper. I dont want you out of my life. I want you to stop
acting like this.
His mouth comes down on mine and it is hot and possessive and it is
not heaven and hell this time. It is heaven, and I sink into the kiss, melt into
his body, the argument and the rest of the world disappearing. I am
connected to this man. I need him like I didnt think I could need.
I grab his shirt and I pay him back for what he did to mine. I rip it
open, letting buttons fly, and my hands push under the cloth, absorbing
warm skin and taut muscle. I wrap myself around him. I cannot get close
enough to him.
He lifts me onto the dresser against the wall and I do not even
remember him shoving his pants down. There is just his mouth on mine, his
hands on my breast, and the hard length of him pressing between my
thighs, into the wet, sensitive V of my body.
He is as he has never been with me. I am as I have never been with
anyone. Wild, out of control. He is kissing me everywhere, whiskers rasping
erotically over my skin, tongue licking and tasting, and driving me insane.
His hands curve under my backside, arching me against him, and he pumps
into me, drives harder and harder until we are so lost in passion, we cling to
each other, our heads buried in each others necks, our bodies moving
fiercely, urgently.
The edge of release comes over me in an unexpected, intense
rushtoo fast, and not fast enough. I gasp with the clenching of my
muscles and then I am there, tumbling into the dark place that is not
danger but pleasure, millions of sensations rolling through me,
overwhelming me. In some distant part of my mind, I register Liams groan,
the shake of his body, the tension in his muscles. For long moments, or
perhaps minutes, we just hold each other. Time stands still and then slowly
comes back to me. It is then that I become aware of the dampness between
my thighs and the reality of what has just happened. Panic rises in me.
Flashes of fire burn in my mind.
Get off me, I order. Get off. Let me down from the dresser. My
heart is thundering and my hands are shaking.
Liam leans back, looking baffled. Amy
Let me go, Liam. Let me go now.
There is a stunned look on his face, but he doesnt argue. He pulls out
of me and he tries to help me off the dresser, but I dont let him. I jump off
the edge and run to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and cleaning myself
up. I can feel him behind me, watching me. I cant even clean up without
him hovering. I cant control my life when hes controlling it, and yet
another eruption of emotion is on me before I can stop it.
I whirl on him. We didnt use a condom.
He runs a hand through his hair. The chances that
Dont downplay it. Dont tell me the odds of me being pregnant are
slim. My voice cracks. I think I might cry. There is a chance. Theres a big
chance. I look down and Im still in my stupid sandals, though somehow
my shirt is gone. I look ridiculous and I dont care. I cannot be pregnant. I
cant be.
Is having my baby that horrible?
My God. You of all people who have women chasing your money
should be freaked out right now.
Im not.
You should be. You should be, Liam. I dont know why you dont get
it. Everyone in my life dies. They die. Our baby He steps toward me and I
hold up a hand. Dont even think about it. You acted like an ass tonight
and this is what happened. This is where it got us.
Ill protect you. I wont let anything happen to you.
Do you think my father wanted to let my mother die? Im shouting.
I never shout but Im shouting. You cant protect me. No one can. Ive
said too much, but its too late. I cant even seem to care. My chest is
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heaving, my body trembling.
He stares at me, and the torment in his eyes rips through my
emotions and creates more. I am on overload, tunneling into the abyss, and
I do not know what to do. Suddenly, I feel him, rather than my panic. Hes
hurt. Hes really hurt. I dont want to care, but I do. Liam
He turns and disappears. I stare after him and fight through a million
emotions. He was an ass tonight and I should be furious, but there was
something in him just now, really during this whole encounter, that I have
never felt from him. Something painful.
I grab the red silk robe hed given me from the back of the door and
tie it around me before seeking Liam out. I find him on the couch, his
elbows on his knees, his head on his hands.
Liam?
He looks up at me and there is more turbulence, more darkness.
Youre right. I was an ass. My father called today, and its not an excuse.
Its just a fact. I always say I wont let him mess with my head, but he does.
Your father? I thought he was gone?
Like I said. Sharks swimming at my feet, baby. He only calls when he
wants money or hes in trouble. It started out with him wanting to make
amends, and have his son back in his life years ago, but it was only about
money.
Oh, God. The way he values honesty makes sense now. I want to go
to him but Im afraid hell stop talking. He just He scrubs his jaw and
starts again. He was drunk driving today and hit a car with a family in it.
I grab my stomach. Oh, God. No.
He nods. A little girls mother is now in intensive care and she was in
the car while her mother almost bled to death. Id just found out when I
went to Earls. I felt like being with you would somehow He hesitates. I
saw you with him, and I snapped. Im sorry.
I rush forward and I go down on my knees in front of him, my hands
settling on his knee.
Im sorry. I would never make you feel like I made you feel tonight
on purpose.
You didnt make me feel this. I did. I think maybe I have a little too
much of my pops in me for both our good.
No. You were human tonight, Liam.
You dont get it. Every time he does this, I crawl out of my own skin.
I have to go to New York. I booked the last flight out tonight.
I dont even hesitate in my response. Ill go with you. He needs me.
I have to be there for him. I wont be anywhere anyone will find me. Ill be
with Liam. Ill be safe.
No. This will hit the papers and if youre with me, you will, too. We
both know you cant have that happen.
Im taken aback. What does he mean? What does he know? Liam
Weve already established you dont want to be around me when
Im like this. Im not done being an ass. Ive got a lot more of my father to
deal with and a lot more of the me you dont like to follow.
I can deal with you being an ass now that I know why.
I cant. Just please stay here in the hotel where I know youre safe.
There are cameras and security, especially in this suite. I need to know
youre safe.
Hes decided. I hear it in his voice. Yes. Okay. Ill stay, but I really
want to go with you.
Stay, Amy. And think about tonight when Im gone.
Theres nothing to think about.
We both know thats not true. He sets me aside and pushes to his
feet.
I follow him to the bedroom and sit on the bed while he changes into
faded jeans and a light blue pullover, and boots, then fills a suitcase. When
will you be back?
I dont know. I have to take care of this kid my father hurt and her
family, and get him back into rehab.
Back into rehab. This is very much an ongoing battle for Liam.
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Wheres your phone? he asks.
I dont know. I dont even remember dropping my purse or briefcase
when we came in the door.
His jaw tenses and he turns away, returning with my things. I want
you to put Dereks number in your phone. I know you dont know him, but
hes like a brother to me. I trust him and so can you.
I pull out my phone and Liam takes it, keying in the number for me
before going down on a knee in front of me. His expression softens and his
fingers caress down my cheek. For the record, wed make beautiful babies
together.
My breath lodges in my throat and I lean into him, resting my
forehead on his. I dont want you to go.
I just hope you want me to come back. He kisses my forehead and
then digs out the key to the car, pressing it to my palm. Ill take a cab. Use
it if you need it. He reaches behind him and pulls out his wallet and a
credit card.
I shake my head. No, Liam.
Im not getting on this plane thinking you might need something I
cant give you. Take it. The pin is 1117. We will both have piece of mind in
knowing you have it if you need it.
Reluctantly, I nod and accept it. Hurry back.
He pushes to his feet, stares down at me for several seconds and
then grabs his bag and starts walking. Fighting the urge to chase after him, I
dig my fingers into the blanket and wait for the sound I dread. The door
opening and shutting with him on the outside.
I am alone again.
