A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(110)

He picked her up and started to soap her body. Gentle hands washed her clean, and she was ready to start all over again.





Chapter Nineteen


Liam felt a deep sense of peace overwhelm the ache in his body. His arm hurt and his hip had a little twinge, but it didn’t matter because his heart was full. Even thinking the words made him want to vomit a little, but he figured he’d get over it. He was just an idiot in love with a girl and that felt good. But he wasn’t going to admit it to any of the lads. Not a chance.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. She slumped over, her head against his chest, his strength the only thing keeping her standing. She was so small in his arms, so sweet and vulnerable. The damp heat of the shower made her hair longer, sending it in glorious waves down her back. Her body was curvy, her hips and breasts made for a man’s hands and his cock. Everything about her body called to him from her full tits to her rounded hips, and the most gorgeous * a woman ever possessed.

But none of her beauty would matter if she didn’t have the softest heart he’d ever known. Soft but so damn strong. That was his girl. She’d faced the worst life could throw at her, and she’d conquered it. When her world had gone to hell, she’d forgiven it and made it a better f*cking place. It was incomprehensible to him, but also beautiful. He didn’t deserve her, but he’d meant what he’d said. He would take her. He would protect her. She was his highest mission now.

Avery Charles was the good fight. Avery was everything sweet and good in the world, and it would be his honor to protect her with his f*cking life. If the world wanted to come at her again, it would have to get through him.

He tilted her head up, brushing his lips across hers. He wasn’t finished with her. He wanted her again. And again. And again.

His cock stirred. He shouldn’t be hard again so fast, but she was the one. He’d never believed that there was one woman in the world for him, but she was it. She was brighter, hotter, more beautiful than the other women of the world. She shone for him like a beacon. Avery Charles made him want to be a better man, and he intended to make good on his promise.

Liam grabbed the soap and reverently started to wash her body clean.

Her eyes were a little dreamy as she allowed him to soap her up. “Isn’t the sub supposed to serve the Dom?”

“Silly girl. Don’t you know about aftercare? It’s a term we use to make it sound all serious, but it’s that time when we Doms get down to the real business of worshipping our subs. Don’t let anyone tell you different now.” He turned her toward the water. When they were back in the States, he would buy a new house. Every cent he’d saved would be put into buying her the best life he could give her.

And their children.

He was a man who had lived in the past and a whole future was opening up in front of him. It was overwhelming and beautiful. His past didn’t matter. The future he could build was all that counted.

His cock was straining, but he ignored it for the time being. He reveled in serving her. This was the beauty of the exchange. She gave him her softness, her trust, and he worshipped her for it. From the outside, a BDSM relationship might look like an exchange of softness for strength, but it wouldn’t work if they weren’t both strong. Avery was stronger than him in so many ways. She lifted him up and made him better, and he could do the same for her. He could show her just how amazing she was.

“That feels so nice.” She leaned back into his strength, her breasts toward the water.

“You feel nice, love.” It was so good not to pretend with her. He kissed the shell of her ear, running his tongue along it. He nipped her lobe, loving the way she shivered in his arms despite the heat from the shower. “Tell me again.”

Those words fed his soul.

Her lips tugged up. “I love you, silly. I love you a lot.”

“I love you, too.” It was easier and easier to say those words. They were meaningful. He’d watched Sean and Jake and Adam fall in love and it had seemed so incomprehensible to him, but now he was pretty sure he was better at it than they were. Jake and Adam had needed each other to love Serena enough, and Sean, well Sean was a chef. It was a little douchey. Liam was definitely going to be the best husband. And there was no way in hell he was joining them when they had their vagina talks.

Unless he really needed advice.

A sexy little puff of breath came out of her mouth as he let the soap drift between her legs, gliding over her clit and making a sweet circle. His girl liked it when he played with her *. He intended to do it often. The next few weeks would be one long learning session. He would learn every inch of her, discover what made her purr.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.” Her hands drifted back, cupping his hips.

“I’m glad, love. But it’s my turn, and do you know what that means? Do you know what I want?”

Her head fell back, her body open to him. So trusting. He wouldn’t let her down. “I know what you want.”

He was being a bastard, but he wanted to hear her say it. When they’d met, she’d shied away from the dirty stuff, but he was going to show her how beautiful dirty could be, how hot they would be together. “Tell me.”

She only hesitated for a second. “You want my ass, Master.”

Yeah, that did it for him. He wanted to shove his cock deep and know that no one would ever have her the way he did. “I want everything. Will you let me have it?”