Meant To Be (Heaven Hill Series) (19 page)

S
truck stupid seldom happened to Liam Walker, but it sure as fuck happened when those words left her mouth.

“The dark side, huh?” he grinned slowly, the words flowing out like smooth bourbon.

Her stomach fluttered as she looked into his blue eyes. They were warm with affection and something dangerous as he looked her body up and down. She realized that she stood there for him like porno flick brought to life.

“The dark side,” she confirmed. “Although my dark side and your dark side might be two different things,” she giggled softly.

She watched, her eyes wide, as he grabbed her hand. Pulling her up alongside his body, he turned to face her.

Reminiscent of their first kiss, his big hands framed her face and held her in place as his mouth bent down towards hers. When their lips touched, she brought her hands up to grip his biceps, hanging on for dear life. He invaded her personal space, crowding her against him as his mouth ate at hers. Arousal bloomed in her stomach, stronger than she’d ever felt before. Unclasping her hands from his biceps, she ran them down his pecs and the muscles of his abdomen. Encountering the towel, she stopped.

“It’s your decision,” he whispered as he pulled his mouth away from hers. Her lips were swollen and wet, evidence of just how badly he wanted her.

Excitement ran high on her cheeks, and she knew without a doubt that she didn’t want to stop. She wanted something for herself for once in her life. Denise wanted to be a woman again. Not just a mother, but something beyond that. Biting her lip, she moved her fingers to the tucked end of the towel and pulled. Unabashedly, she watched as it sank to the ground. Heat rose on her cheeks as she saw the evidence of his eagerness.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he pleaded, bringing her flush with his body. He knew he couldn’t give her time to think about what she was doing. If he did, it might be over before it began.

Running his hands down her neck and around to her back, he let them trail down to her ass and cup it as he picked her up. She squealed slightly as he lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist,” he instructed gruffly.

This was new for her. As a teenager, sex had always been in the backseat of a car or hurried when they got a few minutes alone. She’d never been picked up before, and it was exciting. Threading her fingers through his hair, she used it to keep her balance, pulling slightly.

“You like pullin’ my hair baby?” he asked, his voice dark and sinful.

“I like your hair. Period.” She admitted.

He brought her higher up onto his body. She watched with appreciation when his biceps bulged. Her interest captured by the movement of his muscles, she didn’t see him tilt his head down. When his mouth came into contact with her t-shirt covered nipple, she gasped. The cloth of the cotton made it feel forbidden and muted the feeling just enough to excite her. It made the touch feel almost nonexistent but put her on edge because it made her want more.

“More,” she begged.

With gentle lips he rolled the nipple before clasping his teeth around the hardened flesh. She rewarded him with a sharp intake of breath, and he moaned at her response. The soft moans coming from her mouth drove him crazy. Tightening her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head closer and then buried her face against the side of his neck. His fingers tightened responsively on her ass as he felt her tongue along the tendons of his neck. As she nipped his throat and earlobe, he staggered slightly. Grinning to herself, she swiped her tongue along his ear, gripping the hoop earring he wore there with her teeth and tugging slightly.

“Damn,” he swore darkly. “I’m ready to throw you down on this bed and fuck you raw, but you deserve so much better than that.”

Her breathing more ragged by the minute, she shook her head, shutting her eyes tightly against the sensations he evoked in her body. “No, that’s what I want,” she panted. “It’s been thirteen years, Liam. Thirteen long, lonely years,” she pouted, her hand sneaking down behind her to grasp his erection.

He threw his head back at the sensation. Her soft hand was small and held him tightly. When she rubbed her thumb across the tip, she gathered a drop of the wetness there and spread it down the length of his hardness. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he ground out, teeth clenched.

“Just do something,” she pleaded.

She had him to the point of violence, and he knew he had to get rid of some of it before he rutted on her like a bitch in heat. He made sure her legs were locked around his waist and then let go of her before bringing his hands up to the top of her t-shirt. Fusing their mouths together again, he ripped the collar and tore it right down the middle of her body before doing the same with the panties she had somehow managed to keep on. He had lost control, he knew it and was beyond the point that he could regain it.

Tossing her on the bed, he took a minute to take her in. He knew that how she looked at this moment would always be imprinted in his brain. The way her hair lay haphazardly around her body, the sweet way her legs splayed open for him, the hardened tips of her nipples, pink with the irritation from his teeth. This was an image he never wanted to forget.

“Wait,” she stopped him as he grasped her hips and brought the center of her body closer. “I’m not on birth control.”

Liam couldn’t believe he hadn’t even questioned that. “Shit, sorry,” he apologized. “I’m usually much smoother than this, but you are one fucking hot piece of ass,” he complimented. She gave him a beautiful smile as he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom.

Within moments, he was suited up and ready to go. She watched as indecision suddenly flashed in his eyes.

“It’s gonna hurt regardless of how wet I am for you, Liam. It’s been thirteen years, but could you please just put an end to my drought?”

He threw his head back and laughed. That was what he’d needed, something to break the seriousness of the moment. It was all too serious, all too life changing, and he knew it. Carefully, he took himself in hand and rubbed the head of his hardness over the nub of her clit, gathering the moisture that lay there. He prayed it would make it better for her.

“Ready, baby?” he asked as he perched himself at her entrance.

She nodded bravely, letting him know that this was so much more than sex. He could see it in her eyes. There lay a trust he hadn’t seen before.

Crying out as he pushed in, she bit her bottom lip, tears coming to her eyes. “Just breathe,” he instructed as he leaned more heavily on her, grasping her hands in his. Carefully, he retreated and then pushed back in as he let his tongue caress her nipple again.

He could feel her relaxation as he gradually moved back and forth. When she wrapped her legs fully around his body and dug her heels into his ass, he knew that she was okay. Throwing caution to the wind, he rocked into her body, picking up speed when she gripped his hands harder.

“Oh my God,” she panted. It had never felt like this before. She’d never had this feeling of flying, this ache that felt so good.

“C’mon baby,” he encouraged, pulling his lips away from her nipple. Bringing his finger up to her mouth, he instructed. “Lick it.”

Her tongue wrapped around it, just as he’d asked. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but she watched with wide eyes as he brought that finger down to where they were joined and she felt him begin to strum her clit. The moan she let loose was music to his ears, and the tightening of her body told him that she was about to let go.

“Don’t you want to feel it? It’s been so long,” he coaxed her through.

The orgasm hit her body like a semi. Realizing she was going to wake up the kids if he didn’t quiet her down, he put his hand over her mouth as she rode it out.

“Son of a bitch,” he gasped when her teeth bit into his hand. She was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Crushing her body to his, he thrust once, twice, three times before burying his head in the crook of her neck and moaning his release.

Both lay panting, a maelstrom of emotions swirling, when his pre-pay rang on the bedside table. He cursed, not wanting this to end, especially so soon. He knew though, he had a job to do.

Chapter Twenty-One

“I
gotta get this,” Liam apologized. He hated that the club was interrupting this moment, but this was his life. Her life now, if she would have it. It was a wakeup call that she would have to face sooner rather than later.

She understood, so she nodded, but damn did she resent that phone. Rolling over, she pulled the covers tightly around her body and listened. He hung up and turned so that he spooned her from behind, nuzzling his lips in the crook of her neck.

“We gotta go,” his voice was still deep and slow with the relaxation of their previous activities.

“We?” she asked, closing her eyes. Denise wanted to soak up whatever time she had to enjoy this. It had been so long since she allowed herself to enjoy the closeness of another human being, and she didn’t want it to end.

“Meredith is awake and she’s not being very forthcoming with the information that we need. Dad seems to think that you may be able to talk to her.”

Allowing herself a moment, she snuggled up to him, shivering as his hand gripped her hip and flipped her over. She ran her hands over his chest when he leaned over her, capturing her body with his. Their lips were inches apart, and she wanted to beg him to kiss her again, to let her feel the slow sweep of his lips, slide of his tongue.

“I don’t know why he thinks she may talk to me. The last time we said words to each other, she warned me away from y’all.”

He grinned before kissing her softly on the lips. “Well, I see the two of you seem to take advice right about the same way. I’m glad you ignored hers.”

“Me too,” she agreed, even though it was soft and he almost couldn’t hear her. She still wasn’t exactly sure just what she had gotten herself into.

When they arrived at the hospital, Denise gawked at the number of bikes parked outside. Liam had told her the whole club was on the lookout, but she hadn’t thought he truly meant
everyone
. This group even looked like it included other clubs since she observed colors and patches that weren’t familiar to her.

“These aren’t all Heaven Hill members are they?”

He shook his head, grabbing her hand as they made their way up to the entrance. “Not all, no. There’s about three clubs here that are friendly with us. We don’t have enough members to make this large of a showing.”

Feeling shy because his club witnessed them walking up together, Denise fell in step behind him, waiting for the ground to eat her up. Her face heated because she was sure everyone could tell just by looking at her what they had been doing.

He refused to let go of her hand, causing her to turn her palm so that she could keep up with him. Approaching the group, Liam called out to his dad.

“Anybody showed up?”

The older man took a drag off the cigarette in his mouth, shaking his head before blowing out a steady stream of smoke. “Nothin’. I figured somebody would at least do a drive by, you know, to see what’s going on. If they have, we haven’t seen them. Tyler’s kept everybody but doctors and nurses out of the reporter’s room too, so she should be up for a visitor,” he threw a pointed look at Denise.