He would lose himself in her. He would forget all his suspicions. They didn’t matter now. They were in the past, and Avery was his future. Even if what his every instinct said was true became reality, it didn’t matter because he wasn’t defined by his brother. He was his own man, and he would claim his own family.
Blood was meaningful, but it didn’t necessarily make a family. Love and friendship made families, too.
And lubricant. Lube might not make a family, but damn, it was going to make it so much easier for him to fuck his wife’s tight little hole. He grabbed the lube and walked out of the bathroom. He had to be Lee again, if only for a little while. He slipped back into the American accent he would likely use very little after this day. He’d hidden behind it for years, but he wanted to be himself again. He’d finally figured out that he could take what was good about the past, chuck the rest, and move on.
And his almost wife seemed to find his Irish accent sexy. Yeah, he was keeping that part.
“Avery, I think we’ll start on your knees.”
She frowned a little at the sound of his American voice. Her lower lip came out in an adorable pout. Such a brat. He shook his head and gestured around the room to remind her that Molina was listening in and now knew his plan to take Liam out hadn’t worked. Had “Thomas Molina” figured out who he was, yet? Liam rather doubted it. He’d been damn careful to keep his face off cameras, and there had been no mention of who he was when Molina’s thugs had tried to kill him.
Avery nodded and sank to her knees, holding on to the bed for support. Somehow her lack of grace made his heart do funny things. He’d had subs kneel before him, their lean bodies a model of perfection and control. Avery’s body struggled, but somehow it made her submission more meaningful.
He put a hand on her head. Soft hair, warm skin. Home.
“Touch me, love. I want you to put your hands and mouth on me. Get me hard so I can fuck your ass.”
Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of his cock. “Really? You need to get harder?”
He was painfully hard again. He should smack her saucy backside for the sarcasm, but all he could do was smile. “It’s a game. Play with me.”
Her tongue came out, touching the tip of his dick. Heat shot through him. Fuck all, he loved her mouth. She sucked him inside, just the head. Soft suction pulled at his cock head while her hand rolled his balls.
“More. I want more.” He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled gently, feeding her his length. Her tongue whirled around, rolling over his flesh. Yeah, he could get harder. It seemed impossible, but every lash of her tongue made his dick swell.
“I love how you taste,” she said before sucking him down again.
“Back at you, baby. You taste so good to me. You’re like the best pie I ever had.”
She stopped, looking up at him. “Pie? Really? I’m so stupid. That’s what they meant by pie. Jake and Adam. Ewww.”
He wasn’t about to take the time to figure out what she meant by that. He didn’t even want to think about Jake and Adam right then. “Back to work or you’ll get punished again.”
She settled in to her task with a sexy smile, those lips of hers opening up to swallow him. She gripped the shaft of his cock and let her hand glide over it. Teaching her how to suck cock was one of the best things he’d ever done. She’d been so shy at first, and watching her bloom over the last week made him feel ten feet tall. This wasn’t the same woman he’d made love to that first night. This woman gave pleasure with the assurance of a lover who knew she would get it all handed back to her.
This woman knew she was loved, and he intended to make sure she always knew it.
He took a long breath and enjoyed the feel of her mouth around his cock. He fucked in long passes, pressing further in and invading her space. “Take it all, baby. You can do it.”
Turning his head down, he watched as she struggled to fit him in. Her jaw worked to make room as he pushed inside. She did what he’d trained her to do. She breathed in evenly through her nose, settling into a rhythm. Over and around. Back and forth. Her fingertips tickled his balls. Her hair was still damp, and she used that, too, allowing the soft strands to touch his thighs with every long pass of her mouth.
A shiver began at the base of his spine, and Liam had to pull out. He tugged at her hair. “No more, baby. If you suck me any harder, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to do that when I’m deep inside that ass. Get up on the bed, and let me have you.”
She leaned forward, a wicked little smile on her face as she placed one last little kiss on the head of his cock, her tongue licking up the pre-come that pulsed from his slit. Such a bad girl.
“One day I’ll tie you up right and good. I’ll tie your hands to the bed and I’ll put a spreader bar between your legs, and I’ll make you scream for hours, brat.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered as she crawled onto the bed. She got on all fours and lifted that hot ass of hers in the air.