“Ireallymissed you.” He kisses me harder before pulling away to lean into my neck.
“Like how much?”
A hand comes between my legs, and when he starts rubbing the right places, I melt into him.
“A lot.”
I bite down on my lip as he moves harder against me.
“I was thinking about you a lot too.” He kisses my neck softly. “Like at my game yesterday.”
He leaves a trail of kisses to my ear. “And this morning… in the shower.”
I bite down harder with every stroke he gives me.
“I thought of you on your knees for me.”
“Mhm.”
“And I imagined it was your mouth around my cock instead of my hand.”
My jaw slightly drops, and before I can even make sense of his words, I’m falling apart under him. He finishes close after, and I let my eyes fall shut as his weight settles over me. Our heavy breaths fill the room, but instead of getting dressed when he pulls away, I climb under the sheets.
I keep my eyes on my phone as Liam walks over to the trash, and I notice I got a message.
Killian
I'll be there in 20, love.
I check when he sent that and I have ten minutes to get ready. I glance over at Liam and suddenly feel guilty for going to get dinner with Killian after Liam and I just did…that,but Liam is constantly saying that I’m not his girlfriend when his friends tease him about it, and we also agreed this wouldn’t become more.
“I have a question.”
“I might have an answer.”
I laugh softly, and Liam leans over to kiss my cheek. “What’s your question, beloved?”
I bite back a smile at his name for me, but it adds to my confusion. “What… are we?” I hate asking guys this question, and I can see the shift happen in real time as Liam simply walks over to get his clothes. He doesn’t necessarily look taken back, but his usual glare returns and the way his face was just softening with me is gone.
“Humans.” His tone is dry and if any other guy had answered like that, I would’ve taken the hint, but I sense the joke under his bored tone and I need a straight answer because I’ve been getting mixed signals lately, and I don’t want to lead Killian on if this is becoming more.
“Okay, so we’re–”
“Not a we.”
Okay. No joke under his bored tone there.
“I don’t meet your standards, remember?”
Right… only he has been lately and just bought a million-dollar ticket to see melook prettyon stage. He also got me a freaking Birkin bag for my birthday, so I’d say he’s exceeding standards just a bit.
“I said that months ago and–”
“And nothing has changed. We’re just fucking.”
Stop talking.
When he turns to look at me I send him a smile. “Right, I just have a date in a few minutes and wanted some clarification, but thanks, now I don’t have to cancel.” I slip out of bed and quickly get dressed.
