The Ending I Want(47)

In the center of the room is a glass coffee table, and the walls are padded. On the far wall is the screen, which is quite possibly the size of the ones you see in a theater. It’s freaking awesome.

“How was work?” I ask him, turning to lie on my back.

“Dull. I would have much rather been here with you.” His hand is running absentmindedly up and down my bare leg.

I’m wearing shorts and a T-shirt, which I packed in my overnight bag to sleep in. As I ended up sleeping naked last night, I thought I’d wear them as my lounge-around clothes.

“Here with me, watching a boring film?” I chuckle.

“Yeah, but boring with you is much better than being stuck in a meeting with a bunch of men. With you, if we’re both bored, then at least we can make up our own fun together.” His eyebrows rise, his lips lifting, and pure sex is written all over his face.

“True.” I grin, biting my lower lip.

I touch my feet together and realize they’re cold. Lifting my legs, I tuck one foot inside his suit jacket and the other between his firm thighs.

He’s wearing a navy blue three-piece suit. He looks incredibly sexy in a suit. But then again, he looks just as sexy without one…more so actually.

Naked Liam is a beautiful sight to see.

“Comfy?” he asks, grabbing the foot that’s burrowed inside his jacket through the fabric.

“Very. Thanks.”

He starts massaging my foot.

“Mmm, that feels good.” I shut my eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep again. We’re going out soon.”

“We are? Do I have a say in this?”

I have a feeling I already know the answer. And I know I shouldn’t be lazy because it’s not like time is my luxury, so I shouldn’t waste it. I’ve already lost enough time today being sick and sleeping.

But I’m just super comfy right now.

“No. But trust me when I say, you’re going to want to do this. Tonight, we’re going to be checking something else off your list.”

My mind starts to work quickly, running through my list and what I have left to do. “Ooh, what?”

He smiles. “I’m taking you to a rock concert.”

That gets my attention. I pull my foot from between his legs and the other from his hand. I sit up. “A rock concert. Really?”

“Really.” He smiles again.

“Who are we going to see?”

“The Mighty Storm.”

“Holy shit!” I get up onto my knees. “Are you serious?”

His lips creep up into a smile. “As serious as a heart attack.”

I tilt my head, confusion furrowing my brow. “I have no clue what you just said.”

“You’ve never heard of that saying?” Liam looks surprised.

“Nope. But then I’m not an old man like you,” I tease, shrugging.

He grabs ahold of my waist, his fingers digging in, and he tugs me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him. I rest my hands on his shoulders.

“Any more of your lip, and I’ll spank your arse.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?” I grin.

Liam chuckles, shaking his head. “Dirty girl. And when I say that I’m as serious as a heart attack, I mean, yes, I’m serious.”

“So, why not just say you’re serious?”

“Because I’m old, and us old people like our sayings.”

That makes me laugh.

“So, Boston, you and I are going to watch The Mighty Storm in concert tonight, and we’re also going to meet the band backstage.”

“Holy f*ck!” I scream. I actually scream, making Liam wince. “Sorry,” I say. “But this is exciting! I f*cking love The Mighty Storm! They’re my favorite band ever!” Did Liam know this? Did I tell him? Or is it just a coincidence?

Either way, who cares? I’m going to see The Mighty Storm!

“I can’t freaking believe we’re going to see them! And actually meet them in person! Oh my God! I’m going to meet them for real!” I scream again. “How did you manage to score backstage passes for The Mighty Storm? Not that I’m complaining because I’m totally not. I’m the absolute opposite of complaining right now. I’m like the most grateful person ever.”

Liam chuckles.

“But, seriously, how did you get backstage passes? I imagine getting backstage passes to meet The Mighty Storm would be like trying to win a golden ticket to get inside Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.”

Or like getting gold dust.

He got me gold dust.

I don’t know whether to hug him or kiss him or give him a blow job right now.

He smiles again and gives a lazy shrug. “I got them because I’m me.”

And that’s all he says. Because it’s all he needs to say.

Sometimes, I forget just who Liam is and how rich he is. I guess it’s because he doesn’t live an excessively wealthy lifestyle. Sure, he has a nice apartment, but he’s not flashy. He goes to the pub with his friends and takes me to the carnival.

To me, he’s just Hunter. Amazingly sweet, hot, funny, fantastic-in-bed Liam Hunter.

Leaning my face to his, I plant a firm kiss on his lips. “You are awesome,” I tell him.

“Only awesome?”