Fighting Solitude (On The Ropes #3)(71)

Leo’s eyes sparked ominously, and his nostrils flared.

I casually quirked an eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I like you.” He took a step toward me. “You’re lucky you come from a good family.” He held my stare. “You’re lucky she’s in love with you.”

A flush of adrenaline hit me. I knew that Liv had loved me, but it wasn’t until that moment that I allowed myself to truly internalize her words.

“Every. Single. Day.”

It wasn’t past tense.

It included that very moment.

A bold smile grew on my face even as her dad continued with his failed attempt to intimidate me.

“But I swear to God, son. You utter one more f*cking word about making babies with my twenty-three-year-old daughter, I’ll kill you on the spot. Yeah?”

My grin spread as I arrogantly winked at him. “Right.”

Leo flipped his coat back, revealing his gun in a shoulder holster. “Right,” he repeated on a challenge, his eyes locked with mine.

Liv suddenly appeared, sliding up against my side. “Well, this looks pleasant.”

I draped an arm around her waist and squeezed her hip, never dragging my eyes off her dad.

“Not to spoil this testosterone party or anything, but I’m exhausted and Mom and I decided we’re all going to Fleet’s for champagne brunch in the morning.”

Leo and I both groaned. Fleet’s champagne brunch consisted of * gourmet food that would no doubt lull my taste buds into a coma. Women loved it though. Eliza had flipped when Till had taken us all there for her birthday one year. It was expensive as f*ck, and Flint and I had still had to stop at a burger joint when we’d left to keep from starving.

I tossed Leo a commiserating smirk. “I’ll pay for Fleet’s—you pay for wings on the way home?”

He extended a hand my way. “Works for me. We’ll go over security plans in the morning. Bring your checkbook.”

“Can’t wait.”

After a quick shake, Liv and I set about saying our goodbyes. Ten minutes later, I was following her back to our apartment.

And then to my bed.




“Fuck,” I cursed. Reaching down, I brushed back her long, brown hair, which was curtaining off my view of her face. Her mouth was wide and filled with my cock.

I hated not being able to see all of her, but she was wearing one of my T-shirts. Rarely would I complain about such a sight. However, I wanted to see her large breasts swaying every time she glided up to my tip. And I wanted to feel them naked and pressed against my thigh as she took me to the back of her throat.

“Give me your *,” I ordered.

She hummed her refusal, and my balls tightened from the sensation.

“Not until I’m inside you,” I growled only for it to turn into a groan when she raked her nails down my abs, not stopping until she was gripping my nuts.

Staring up at me through her lashes, she silently dared me to come in her mouth.

She’d been playing this torturous game for at least a half hour.

Each time I’d refused, she’d worked me harder.

I’d been gentle when we’d first gotten home. After the shit night we’d had, I’d wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her and forget the cloud of chaos that had settled over us. However, she’d been attacked while leaving work. I didn’t think mounting her from behind in the shower would have been appreciated.

Liv had proved me wrong though. As soon as we’d crawled into bed, she’d shifted directly between my thighs and sucked me until I’d gotten hard.

Now, she was about to suck me empty.

My hand fisted in the back of her hair. “Shit. You win,” I gritted out through clenched teeth, holding her head down as my cock fired off in her mouth.

Her hand found the base of my shaft, stroking the length her mouth couldn’t accommodate.

Inventing new curse words, I came hard down the back of her throat. She hummed in pleasure as if she were getting off on nothing more than swallowing my release—the idea only made me come harder.

As my body relaxed beneath her, she licked from base to tip, cleaning every inch while I jerked and twitched against her tongue—the sensations becoming too much.

I was still a panting mess when she finally crawled up the bed and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, woman.” Gripping her jaw, I guided her mouth to mine.

She giggled against my lips, purring when I palmed her breast over the cotton.

“I figured you needed to relax tonight.”

“You figured right, but there was no reason we couldn’t relax together.”

She kissed me again, nipping at my bottom lip as she pulled away to sign, “Are you complaining?”

I returned the nip. “Not at all.”

“Good. Then go to sleep. You have to be up early to go to the gym before brunch, and I’d like to be thoroughly ravaged before you go.”

“I could thoroughly ravage you now.”

“You could but then I’d have to take another shower before bed, and you’d feel the need to join me because, for some reason, nothing makes you hornier than running water, and then it would be, like, two in the morning before we got back in bed. And I’d be exhausted at brunch tomorrow, so when my dad asked why, I’d have to tell him that you spent the night f*cking me. Then I’d have to add him killing you to my growing list of murders I need to prevent. So, really, it’s best if you just go to sleep and do dirty things in the morning.”