The Ending I Want(33)

“It wasn’t that. I just…I get headaches sometimes. Nothing to worry about.”

He’s staring at me.

“The sex is amazing. I love the way you f*ck me, Liam.”

His eyes darken with lust, and I know I’ve gotten him back to where he should be.

“I can’t believe I let you finger me in the back of a taxi.” I grin.

A smile teases the corner of his lips.

“Do you think we scarred the driver?” I ask.

“I think the guy probably went straight home and had a wank. I know I would have.” He leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “You, in the back of that taxi last night…riding my fingers—hottest f*cking moment of my life.”

I let out a nervous giggle. “Surely not. I bet you’ve done way hotter things than that.”

Holding my gaze, he slowly shakes his head. “Nope. What we did last night was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” He kisses me again, sucking on my lower lip. “You, Boston, are the most sexually adventurous woman I’ve ever known.”

I can’t tell him that I’m only that way because I have nothing left to lose, so I have nothing to fear. And I want to experience as much of everything that I can, even the things that scare me, before I go to my family.

So, I just smile and slide a hand down his bare chest, heading south, as a distraction for myself, but Liam catches my hand.

“But no f*cking today, my Boston temptress, and I’m going to cancel our plans for this afternoon. You need to rest.”

“No.” I push myself up to sit. I hide the wince I feel at the ache that remains in my head. The ache no pills will ever take away.

“Yes,” he says in a firm voice.

“But I’m better, I promise.”

“You just flinched in pain from sitting up.”

Shit, I thought I hid that. Apparently not.

“You’re not better.”

“I am. That was just a little vertigo after lying down for so long.”

“Bullshit.” He gives me a disbelieving look.

“Hey…I’m not bullshitting. I want to go out. I want my surprise.”

He continues to stare at me.

“I’m fine now, Hunter. I promise. It was just a headache, and it’s gone. I’m all better.” I give him my best smile.

“I don’t know, Boston. That headache knocked you off your feet…”

“I’m fine.”

“What if it happens again when we’re out?”

“It won’t. And if I feel even the slightest twinge of a headache, I’ll tell you, and we can come home straightaway.”

He’s still staring at me.

“I flew all this way to come to England. I don’t want to spend it stuck inside.” I get to my knees and press my hands together in front of me. “Please,” I say in a soft begging voice. “I’m only here for a few weeks. I don’t want to waste my time. I want to be out with you, having fun.” I pout to finish it off.

He lets out a sigh. “Okay. But if you feel ill at any point—”

“Then, I’ll tell you. We can come home, and you can be my nurse.” I smile winningly.

“Fine. But I’m not wearing a nurse outfit, just so you know.”

“I wouldn’t dream of asking.”

Liam gets to his feet. Then, he leans down and picks me up, holding me in his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing nurse before we go out.” He starts walking through the living room. “I’m gonna put you in the bath. Maybe wash your hair. Then, I’ll get you off with my hand while you suck my cock.”

A laugh escapes me. “I thought, a minute ago, I was too ill to go out. But, now, I’m okay to suck your cock?”

“Boston, you are always okay to suck my cock. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll whip him out for you. Anytime of the day, no matter where we are, just ask, and my cock is yours to do with as you please.”

“Gee, you’re so kind.” I giggle.

“I’m a philanthropist. Didn’t I tell you?” He grins as he pushes open the bathroom door with his foot and carries me inside.





Liam dropped me off at the hotel earlier and told me he’d be back to pick me up in an hour.

That hour gave me ample time to get ready for my surprise afternoon outing with him.

I don’t usually like surprises. I normally like to know what to expect. But something about Liam surprising me has me all excited. Butterflies-in-the-tummy excited.

The hour is almost up, and I’m ready and waiting for the main man to make an appearance.

I’ve got makeup on—light beige eye shadow and pale pink gloss on my lips. My pink hair speaks volumes nowadays, so the makeup definitely needs to be neutral so that I don’t look like a doll. Because it’s warm outside, I’ve opted to wear my denim shirtdress with a brown belt on the waist, and I’ve got my brown ankle boots on, which only have a small heel, as I don’t know if we’re going to be walking or not.

I’m looking good—well, for someone with a brain tumor, that is.

And that’s enough of the depressing shit.

But I did take some pain pills just in case another headache decides to attack, and my pills are also in my bag.