The Ending I Want(23)

“She is. Why do I feel like there’s something more to that statement than just Megan being nice?”

“Well…she’s very pretty.”

“She is pretty.”

I stop chewing my nail and slide my eyes to him. “And…Jamie was telling me that you helped her buy the salon.”

His brows draw together. “Jamie has a big mouth.”

“So…did you? Buy it for her, I mean? Because that’s a massively kind thing to do for someone—buying them a business.”

“I’m a massive guy—in all respects.” He flicks a smile in the direction of his crotch.

I’m too frustrated to even laugh, so I just sigh and stare out the window again.

I don’t know why it bothers me so much that he bought the salon for Megan. I guess…I just think he must really care about her to have done that for her.

Since I lost my family I haven’t had anyone to care about me. I know it was my choice, to keep people away, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling envious that Megan had Liam when she needed someone.

For the last four years, I’ve had no one.

So, what I’m feeling right now, this envy, it’s stupid. I know that. But I’m a girl, and I’m dying, so I’m allowed this moment of stupidity.

Liam takes my chin in his hand and turns my face to him. “I didn’t buy the salon for Megan. I loaned her the money. She paid me back once the business started making money.”

“Oh, okay.” I turn my face back to the window.

He sighs. “Is there something else?”

I lift a shoulder.

“Taylor.” His tone is firm.

I turn back to him. “Well, I’m just wondering…if you’ve slept together. I just kind of got the impression that you had. And if you have in fact had sex with Megan, then taking me there, to a place owned by a woman you used to f*ck—or still f*ck—well…it was just really poor taste.”

His mouth tightens. “You’re right. It would have been in poor taste. I might have a lot of faults, Boston, but poor judgment is not one of them. I haven’t had sex with Megan. Nor do I ever intend on having sex with Megan.”

“But you bought her a business. Nothing says I want to f*ck you like that.” What is wrong with me? Why am I so jealous?

And I think I might have pushed it a little too far as he looks really pissed off. Sounds it, too.

“No. I loaned her the money. She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s my friend. I help my friends.”

“Like you’re helping me with my list?” I give him a look.

I’m clearly itching for a fight with him. But, why?

Liam slowly shakes his head at me, his dark eyes pinned on mine. “I think we both know that you and I are more than friends. I think my thumb up your arse while I was f*cking your * with my cock earlier on should have confirmed that fact to you.”

“God, you’re so f*cking crass.” I flick a look at Paul, hoping he didn’t hear what Liam said. It’s just wishful thinking on my part because there is no way he didn’t hear.

“I’m not crass. I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And when I want something, I take it. I don’t *foot around. Just like when I took your arse earlier. Next time, it will be my cock in there.” He leans in close, so his breath is brushing over my lips. “And I will f*ck you hard…so hard that my name will be imprinted on your voice box from you screaming it.”

Holy f*ck.

I close my eyes. I can’t help the shudder that runs through my body or the whimper that leaves my mouth from the sensations that his words and nearness send rushing through me.

Liam’s dirty mouth seems to be my kryptonite.

“I want you, Boston,” he whispers, sliding his hand around my waist, turning my body into his. “Only you. Your * and arse are the only ones I’m interested in f*cking. So, are we done with the jealousy?”

My eyes snap open to meet his. “I’m not jealous.”

“You are so jealous. It’s cute but not necessary.” He taps my nose with his finger.

“Fuck off!” I bat his hand away.

He laughs. The bastard f*cking laughs.

I turn away. Childish probably, but I don’t care. He’s pissed me off.

“Aw, babe”—he curls a hand around the back of my neck, bringing my face back to his—“you have nothing to be angry about. You are the only one I want to f*ck for the foreseeable future.”

“For the next two weeks,” I correct him. “And I wasn’t jealous. I was…well…”

“You were what?”

He’s staring at me, and now, I have to given him an answer.

For once, I decide to go with the truth.

“Well, I don’t share. I don’t like to be with a guy if he’s with other women or even if he’s interested in being with other women. I know we’re not in a relationship, but I just think, if we’re sleeping together for the next two weeks, then we should sleep with only each other. And if you don’t agree with that, then we shouldn’t sleep with each other anymore.”

“I agree.”

“Oh.” That takes the wind out of my sails. “You do?”