A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(83)

He gave her one long last lick and then came up on his knees, reaching across her for the condom he’d left on the nightstand. Even though he’d come in her mouth just moments before, he was hard and aching for her again. It was the same way every night. As soon as he’d f*cked her senseless and thought for sure he was satisfied, he’d catch sight of her smile or her hand would brush across his chest and he would be hard again, as though he just couldn’t stop wanting her. He’d f*ck her over and over until they both fell asleep, his a sweet dreamless rest that meant the world to him. While he’d been in her bed, he hadn’t dreamed about that day, had been able to shove it aside. Every part of his being had been focused on her, on training her, teaching her pleasure.

He rolled the condom over his erection and let his chest find hers. Hard nipples rubbed against his skin, a contrast to the pillowy breast. He kissed her. “This is how you taste to me.”

His tongue found hers and slid alongside, tasting his own saltiness there. They kissed, their essences mingling as their tongues played and danced. His cock found her *, rubbing against it and foraging in.

Her nails bit into his back as she gasped when he twisted his hips and forced his way in. Her cunt was so bloody tight, nearly strangling his cock. He thrust as far as he could, and then he was the one moaning as the plug dragged against his cock.

So tight. So sweet. So bloody good.

He let her lips go and reared up to his elbows, readjusting her so she could take his full length with every hard thrust of his body. Her legs came around his waist, and he felt the plug slip out, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the feel of those walls gripping him, her legs and nails digging into him, so desperate to keep him inside.

“Oh, god, Lee. Lee. Lee.” She called his name over and over again as her * clenched and she came. He f*cked in and out, picking up the pace, using her as roughly as he chose because she could handle it. He sank his hands into her hair and let his face bury itself in her neck as he f*cked deep one last time and gave up his come.

He let his body slump, covering her and weighing her down. She didn’t protest, just wrapped her arms around him and held him close. He breathed in her scent and rested his head on her chest. This was what he’d longed for. Peace. Comfort. The feel of his blood strumming through his body while her heart pounded against his ear.

He could sleep this way. He could sleep and not dream of anything but her.

He was just drifting off when he heard her sniffle.

His head came up, and he was shocked at the sight. She was crying, tears dripping down her face.

“Avery? Avery, did I hurt you?” He tried to think. He wasn’t any rougher on her than he’d been in the past. She’d been so aroused it shouldn’t have bothered her.

She shook her head as he practically jumped off her. He started looking for bruising or anything that would explain the tears. “I’m not hurt. Not physically.”

This was what she’d been holding in all day. He’d felt it, been afraid of it. He rolled the condom off and tossed it in the garbage before sitting on the bed. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to.” She bit her lip, her eyes turning down as though she suddenly found the bedspread deeply interesting.

He reached out, forcing her chin up. “Avery, this can’t work if you won’t talk to me. I’m supposed to comfort you but you won’t even acknowledge that something’s wrong. Do I mean that little to you? Am I just the guy who f*cks you?”

“How can you say that?” She breathed the question out.

“Because you don’t want to talk to me about anything important. You talk about work and what you like on TV and what books you read, but you don’t talk about your past. You don’t talk about…” He just couldn’t say it. He knew he was being a hypocrite, but it didn’t matter.

“About Maddie?” The name came out of her mouth in a little puff of air. Delicate. Fragile.

“Yeah. You don’t talk about her or anyone you care about. Maybe because I’m not important enough to share her with.” He was a rat-fink, bloody, nasty, scumbag bastard, but he wanted everything from her, even if he couldn’t give it back to her. He wanted her every emotion. He wanted her history. He wanted her problems and her worries. He wanted everything that was Avery Charles to belong to him.

She sat up, reaching for one of two robes that had been folded on the nightstand. She stood, covering her body, her hands shaking as she tied it around her waist, and Liam realized this was it. This was when she told him he wasn’t good enough and that she’d had a good time, but she needed to find a man who was worthy of her. Someone good and kind and better educated. Someone she would want to try to have another child with.

She was quiet for a moment, the air between them stale and hard, but her voice was soft when she finally spoke. “I got a call from my mother-in-law today. It upset me. It was quite horrible. She’d seen an article in a magazine that reminded her of something I had done.”

“Go on.” He sat on the bed, not wanting to scare her off.

“I still think of her as Mom. I shouldn’t. We haven’t been close in years, but I keep hoping. For a while, it was because she was the only link I had left to Brandon, but now I think she’s the only link I have left to the me I was back then. Everyone is gone. It’s hard sometimes to be the only one who knows what it was like to grow up the way I did, who remembers Maddie and Brandon. I’ve been clinging to the hope that they’re going to forgive me someday, and I can have a family again.”