A Borrowed Life (Carly and Liam #1) (23 page)

“Okay.”

“Really?” He turns to me with astonishment.

I nod. “Still, let’s try to remain discreet.”

He chuckles. “I've never been one to like too much publicity. Not that kind anyway.”

Yes, well, I know he’s not going to hold a press conference, but I just want to be sure he will remain cautious. I smile and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“You know, I have no idea how to behave at such an event. And I really have nothing suitable to wear for such a wedding.”

He grabs my wrist to pull me over him, laughing and pressing his lips against mine, his voice rumbling with carnal pleasure.

“It's really not a problem. Weren’t you about to start something?”

He presses a button next to him and music starts playing as if to ensure that Javen wouldn't hear anything. I kiss him, slowly moving my pelvis on his, and his erection fights fiercely in his pants. I undo his belt and slip my hand inside. Luckily, the tinted window between the front and the rear of the vehicle is raised, letting us have our privacy.

Liam unbuttons my working shirt and pushes it off my shoulders down to my elbows. He rolls down the cups of my bra to take out my breasts and kiss them. My nipples harden as his tongue makes contact and my excitement is intensified by his caresses. I get down on my knees before him and lower his pants to free his erection that I massage from top to bottom.

Liam closes his eyes and inhales deeply. I let my tongue run along his shaft to the tip and kiss his cock, pushing it gently into my mouth. Liam lets out a long, liberating sigh and his whole body relaxes. All the tension of his day leaves him in one second of pure happiness.

My mouth swallows and sucks his penis as I sit up and let my fingers tighten around his shaft. I continue, again and again. His hands reach my arms to pull me towards him, and he unbuttons my pants and removes them. I sit on him again, his penis penetrating me slowly. My back arches and my breasts swell toward him. He removes my shirt, takes my breast between his lips and sucks on my nipple heavily.

I moan, letting my head fall backward, and I come back to him for a kiss. He presses his lips against mine eagerly. I tighten my grip around his neck and bury my face in the crook of his shoulder as he hugs me tightly in his arms. It feels so good! He moves under me and I sway above his hips in a perfect sync; our bodies make one.

He doesn't make me come and won't let me. He wants to make it last. I stare into his eyes, pressing both hands on the sides of his face. He's so hot! The car stops at a traffic light and we're barely conscious of it, but a second vehicle stops right next to us. I see a passenger who's watching.

“He can't see us,” Liam reassures me.

A strange feeling rushes over me seeing him there with his eyes on us, so close to us but unable to see what we’re doing and having no idea what’s happening in the backseat of this car. It's like making love in the middle of a crowd without a care in the world. It's very exciting! Liam utters a moan.

“Oh, Carly!”

My movements accelerate. His penis is so deep inside of me that my whole body is experiencing an overwhelming shiver. Liam lifts me, guiding my hips while looking at me straight in the eyes. He pushes and thrusts and I groan, abandoning myself to all these feelings that are invading me. As my cries intensify, Liam's soft and sensual voice reaches my ear.

“It's okay, gorgeous, let it go.”

On his command, I pour myself over him. My lower abdomen convulses and my legs struggle against the seat as they try to stiffen. Liam grabs my left breast while his other hand firmly grasps my waist. His hips rise, his moans become more wild and his grip strengthens. My body is now only an instrument between his hands and I climax even more. He loses all control and comes inside me.

How can he be so sweet and hold such a passion inside him at the same time? If only he could let go of all of his instincts, as brutal as they may be!

We go back to his place at One Beacon's Court, and the paparazzi are gone. We go up to his room, and once again I walk by this closed door that is beginning to intrigue me more and more. There's something that Liam isn’t telling me; something dark, and I'm beginning to worry about what that might be. What’s in that room he doesn't want me to see?

Liam's arm wraps around me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“What's in this room?”

“Some stuff. Maybe I'll show you someday.”

“I'd like that.”

“Not tonight,” he says, kissing my forehead.

He immediately takes me to his bedroom and I don't push the subject. After all, it can't be that bad. I doubt he is hiding corpses in a room of his apartment and that he is actually a serial killer. Some stuff… Does he have a hobby that he's ashamed of?

As soon as the door closes, Liam's fingers slide along my cheeks and push my hair behind my shoulders. He gently unbuttons my black working shirt before removing it. He unhooks my bra and then tenderly caresses my chest, rolling his thumbs on my hardened nipples.

“How beautiful you are!” he exclaims in one breath while his palms follow the curves of my waist.

I brush my fingers on his chest, sliding his jacket down his shoulders. I remove his white shirt to slowly strip his body that I appreciate more every time I see it. My hips press against his and I let out a long sigh.

“Oh, Carly!”

He leans in to kiss me and our tongues mingle with each other passionately. His hands raise me to sit me on his bed. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans to pull them down. He puts his index finger under my chin and lifts my face up, forcing me to look at him. His middle finger pushes between my thighs making my eyes close and my head tilt backward, while I lose myself in this magical sensation that seizes my body. Liam gently runs his fingers through my hair as he begins his back and forth movements.

Slowly, my back falls onto the mattress and my knees go up to my sides, offering my intimacy to the man before me. I lie on his bed with my legs wide open so he can contemplate me. His eyes are burning on my sex, and I feel I could come just by the touch of his gaze.

Liam watches me with his lips parted, and his breathing intensifies as he takes in seeing me submitted to his view. He pulls off his pants, releasing a delicious erection that makes me so eager! His cock is nicely swollen and engorged with blood, and every vein of his shaft promises an incredible sensation.

“This is the effect you have on me when you show yourself to me like that,” he whispers with a desire that seems to choke him.

He moves over my body, lovingly kissing me while he pushes inside me slowly, inch by inch. He rocks his pelvis to make tender love to me and my whole body trembles. The suction is felt up to my belly, and the pressure makes me lose it again.

I can't believe how a man so strong and so powerful can be so delicate and tender. Sometimes I think he's holding back, repressing a limitless sexual energy in order not to hurt me. I lovingly kiss him. His gaze fixes on mine as his lips barely let out a quiet breath. He doesn't stop. He thrusts in and out, again and again. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my pelvis toward him forcefully.

His hand caresses my breast, stimulating my nipple. My lower abdomen contracts, my legs stretch out and my fists clench the sheets over my head. Liam shouts a moan of pleasure, watching my body writhing with the enjoyment caused by his assault.

My orgasm peaks and explodes around us just as Liam comes inside me. He catches his breath and slides his fingers through my hair. He sniffs my perfume and presses a soft kiss in the crook of my shoulder. He pulls the blanket back to let me slip under it. With his arm around me, he lies down beside me to fall asleep.

I'm awaken by voices echoing downstairs. I get up but don't dare put my old clothes from yesterday on. I won’t go down with Liam's clothes either. As soon as I arrive in the adjacent bathroom, I find my uniform laundered and folded just like last time. I really need to ask who has been taking care of it.

I put my jeans and my black shirt on and discreetly head to the living room. I find Liam standing in front of a young woman sitting on the couch. He smiles at me when he sees me, and the pretty brunette turns to me with a bright smile on her face.

“Hi!” she says, rising to her feet. “You must be Carly, right?”

She holds out her hand as she approaches me, and I can’t help but notice her long, tanned legs carrying her with such an ease. Her purple skirt suits her perfectly and her white bustier accentuates her already perfect silhouette. She has long brown hair gathered in a bun, sparkling blue eyes and luscious pink lips. She's so pretty! And as for her style, it's simply perfect! Even Liv would be jealous. A pinch seizes my heart, wondering if these are the kind of women Liam works with all day.

I take her hand confirming that I am Carly, but my voice doesn’t hide my confusion as to who she is.

“I'm Ava, Liam's sister.”

Here's something that reassures me a lot! I let out a quiet breath of relief and smile a little more confidently.

“Whoa!” she exclaims. “My brother was right, you're beautiful!”

“Thank you.”

I look down blushing, shooting a quick glance to Liam behind her. He's smiling as he walks up and kisses me tenderly.

“I thought she could go with you to find an outfit for the wedding,” he says. “My sister has an unbelievable talent when it comes to shopping.”

“I know all the best places along with the best sellers, and we can dine in this sublime coffee shop. It will be an amazing day!”

“Okay.”

I smile, but I'm a little intimidated by it all. More importantly, I'm mentally calculating whether I have the money for it all, but there's no way I could explain to them that I don't have that kind of money in my bank account; Liam would insist on paying and I'd feel really uncomfortable about it. After all, I want to keep some independency, as I have been insisting on this fact from the beginning. I have made a lot of tips recently with this whole Cinderella story, so I should be able to manage.

We begin our journey walking through a dress shop, and we go through it extensively. They're all beautiful, but way overpriced! Damn, I'd need a whole month’s salary to just pay for half of one of these!

“You see, this is a very important event,” Ava explains, pushing one dress after another on the rack. “There will be plenty of very important people and celebrities, too. Everybody has been talking about this marriage for the past three months. All the newspapers and magazines will have their eyes on this ceremony. Women are already snatching up jewelry and the most luxurious dress they can get since they all want to be the most beautiful. Of course, it's too late to have it made to measure, but we'll find something.”

“Isn't the bride supposed to be the most beautiful?”

Ava stops and turns to me, a compassionate expression on her face.

“Well, you're lucky I'm here to help you. You're going to get your head bitten off with that innocence and kindness. Here, it's like this. Everyone wants to be the star, all the time; who lost the most weight, who has the best style, elegance and class, and who has the best date. There are many ways to be the center of attention without seeming to do it on purpose.”

“I think I'm just gonna get married far away in the Caribbean,” I say sarcastically.

No way that there is going to be all this drama about the best day of my life. Ava giggles, turning to me with a puzzled look on her face.

“No way my mother will let you do that!”

“Oh, I… I didn't mean…”

I can't finish my sentence. I didn't necessarily think about Liam when I said that. I mean, I've known him for what, six weeks?

“I know, don't worry. Still, you are a beautiful couple, and Liam hasn't been the same since he met you.”

“Really?”

“He smiles, he laughs all the time, he is distracted, he sings… he's becoming awkward.”

“Has he always been so… well, the way he was before?”

“You mean cold, distant and controlling?”

She shakes her head, taking a long, sky-blue dress out of the rack.

“No. You know, he's always been a bit of a black sheep in the family.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, at school he barely passed his classes. Mother was furious! She told him he was shaming our family.”

She hands me the dress while I enter into a fitting room.

“It wasn’t because he wasn't brilliant,” she says. “On the contrary, he just simply loved partying with college girls a little too much, and it made my parents furious. I think that's why he was doing it. Everyone feared he would end up a pizza delivery boy. Dad never wanted to give him a chance in his business because he feared bad publicity.”

“No way?”

“Oh, Liam never wanted to work for him anyway. He had his own projects and ideas, only he never told anyone.”

“What made him change so much?”

I'm already struggling with the corset of my dress that’s way too tight on my chest. I think it's too small.

“A trip, I think. One day he went to Bolivia with a girl, and she introduced him to humanitarian work. He hated the experience, obviously, but I think it opened his eyes. When he returned, he founded a company to raise money and help underprivileged people. He developed good business connections and got the money to start his own business.”