“Oh!” I replied, looking over at Liam and squinting my eyes. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with the comparison. “I don’t know…”
“The hair, the jaw, the same arrogant attitude,” Ian continued. “He’s a dead ringer for him.”
“That buffoon is a mouthy, cheeky, pirate-looking bastard, and he is nothing like me, you twat!” Liam said, his eyes flashing in anger.
I suppressed my laughter at his obvious frustration. He did look a little bit like him, but he was much sexier, much more charming, and ten times more attractive.
“Whatever, brother,” Ian said. “We’ll stop embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend.”
Heat rose to my cheeks immediately, and I looked down at my feet. I was appalled and embarrassed and completely speechless. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered by the suggestion at all.
“You didn’t embarrass me, you prick,” he replied, completely ignoring the fact that Ian had just called me his girlfriend. For fuck’s sake, I thought. If there was anything to protest, that would be it. Instead, he didn’t even acknowledge it.
What the hell did that mean?
I took a sip of my juice and dug into my breakfast. Liam was the only one not eating, with just a glass of whiskey for breakfast. My stomach churned at that thought, and I was suddenly incredibly grateful for the eggs, pancakes and fruit in front of me.
After I was finished eating and the flight attendant had cleared my plate away, Liam stood up and grabbed my hand.
“C’mon, luv, I’ll give you a tour,” he said, flashing a private wink at me. I smiled knowingly and followed him to the back of the plane, my pussy quivering in anticipation of joining the mile high club.
Scratch one more item off the bucket list, I thought. Wait, make that two.
Fucking a rock star wasn’t something I’d always fantasized about but now that it’s happened, I realize it should have been there all along.
Chapter 24
LIAM
I closed the door to the bedroom at the back of the plane for Catherine’s sake. I didn’t care if the anyone saw us or not, but I knew she’d probably not appreciate putting on a show for every one.
She sank down next to me on the bed and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. Her lips were soft, swollen from last night, and so warm, so inviting, I kept on kissing her. She had a way of making me feel like a teenager, enchanted with those first moments of getting physical with someone, being content with kissing for hours. I mean, there’s no way in hell I’d actually be content kissing for hours, but the fact that I wanted to kiss at all was huge. I was more of a get it in and get it out kind of guy. I hadn’t spent hours exploring a woman’s body in ages, and it was a nice change of pace to get to know someone that I was shaggin’.
I’d pushed the anger about the picture to the back of my mind. Later, I’d tell her not to use it, to delete it. But for now, I didn’t want to be mad at her. I didn’t want to do anything but touch her. I was quickly becoming obsessed with her, and it was such a strange feeling that I tried to pretend it wasn’t there at all.
After a few minutes of kissing, she let me push her clothes away and make my way down her body until my head was between her creamy thighs. She moaned sweetly as I tasted her, my tongue sliding along her pussy, licking every centimeter of her softness. She tasted so sweet, she was so wet, my cock was throbbing painfully again. I wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet, though. I wanted to feel her squirm, taste her juices flowing over my tongue, hear her cry out in pleasure and know it was because of me.
Gently, I sucked her clit between my teeth, nibbling and suckling and licking until she was writhing and panting above me. She grabbed my head, pulling me closer, her hips rising up to meet my mouth. I snuck a peak at her and smiled to myself. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and she was completely lost in the moment. My heart swelled with my cock, and I almost stopped in surprise.
I was really starting to like her, I realized. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, hell, it was probably the worst idea ever. It wouldn’t lead to anything but disaster, most likely. I’d probably break her heart with some asshole bullshit that I was sure to pull after too long. But watching her - naked and beautiful and writhing under my touch - I knew there was no way I’d be able to walk away without seeing it through.
Whatever happened, happened.
At this point, it almost felt like I didn’t even have a say in the situation.
And if that was the case, and she was willing, and my cock was willing, than what else could I do but keep going?
For now, that’s exactly what I’d do.
Full speed ahead.
She came in a symphony of moans and cries and whimpers, and I pulled myself up to watch the beauty play across her face. When she came back down to Earth, she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Fancy a fuck?” I asked. She laughed sensually, her eyes shining up at me.
“Come here,” she said, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer.
I already had my pants off. When I slid inside of her, she pushed up against me, until my cock was buried to the hilt.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Liam,” she whispered. I brought my lips down to hers, kissing her with all the intensity of a starving man. I wanted to devour her completely. Instead, I fucked her again, hard, without stopping, without any restraint, until she was coming all over me again.
I looked down at her and smiled. I had her just where I wanted her. Naked, and on the end of my cock.
Chapter 25
CATHERINE
Red Rocks Amphitheater was breathtaking. I walked out onto the stage before sound check with Liam, only the crew and staff buzzing around. The seats were all empty and the big red rocks that flanked the theatre jutted up into a perfect, gorgeous blue sky. It was blistering hot, but there was something sacred about this place that made it completely magical.
I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like before it had been turned into the amphitheater. It almost made me sad to see it turned into such a public place. Suddenly, I wished more than anything that I was alone with Liam.
I turned to him and saw him staring up at the rocks.
“Hey,” I whispered. He looked over at me, his eyes sharing the silent secret of our time together in the plane. Something inside me stirred when he looked at me like that.
“Yes, luv?” he walked over, sliding his arms around me and pulling me close.
“I have a request,” I asked.
“A song request?”
“No,” I laughed. “Something else. This place is so beautiful. I can’t help but wonder what it was like before everyone else arrived. Do you think after the s
how we can find somewhere to wander off to alone? Spend some time under the stars somewhere quiet?”
“Quiet? Here? I suppose we can try, luv. Whatever you want. I’ll have Big D go and scout out a good direction for us to get lost in.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Thank you,” he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips, “for tasting so fuckin’ amazing!”
I laughed, leaning into him. His body was so warm, so solid, so fucking sexy and muscular.
“You’re welcome,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get another taste later,” I winked.
“Maybe?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I replied teasingly.
He reached up with a smile, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling gently as he whispered into my ear once more.
“I’ll have you beggin’ for my mouth again before the night is through, there’s no maybe about it, luv.” I shivered, desire shooting through my body at his words. He’d found my weak spot, that was for sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d been aware of it myself, until he started telling me what to do and pulling my hair. There was something about him taking charge that way that made me absolutely melt in submission.
At this point, if he kept this up, he was going to have me wrapped around not only his incredible cock, but his little finger too.
Fuck, I thought, as he released my hair from his grip, I’m in so much trouble.
Later, watching him perform in front of thousands of adoring fans once more, the hot summer night played out like a movie. I’d never get used to watching this, I thought, as he played the crowd, taunting them, teasing them, practically fucking them with his performance. Look at them, I thought, the women lining the stage looking like they were orgasming as they drank in every inch of Liam above them. They worshipped him, there was no other word for it.