Page 43 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“Uhh, I did,” he says. I’m shocked.
“Really? I mean, wow. It’s incredible, you did an amazing job. All the natural elements in here. And is your fireplace carved from a boulder? This is nothing like the house I remember.”
“You’ve been here before?” he asks.
“Yeah, when I was ten, back when the Scalas owned it. Constantine let my mom and me stay here for a week.”
“Ahh, got it. Okay,” he says.
“Did they buy a different place on the lake? Or…” I’m so confused, it was a great family lake house, right on the water. It didn’t look like this back then, but it was still nice and I really doubt the Scalas were hard pressed for money.
“No, Constantine just wanted to get rid of it a couple years ago, and I snagged it for the lot and size. I was already living in Spearhead at the time, in a smaller cabin closer to town. I knew this was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity and I’d always dreamed of having a lakefront place.”
“Same.”
“Really?” he asks, genuinely interested.
“Yeah, my dream home on Pinterest is all just lake houses and docks with vintage speedboats.” I laugh, thinking that Liam’s home is on my ‘dream home’ Pinterest board. I don’t know what that means, but all I can think about is Sandy telling me there’s no such thing as chance.Does this mean vision boards actually work?
“Huh,” he pauses for a minute, then asks for my drink order. “I have white, red, or rosé. Or if you want something stiffer…”
I cut him off, “I’ll just have whatever you have,” giving him a smile. I know he’s trying, but I don’t want him to. I like it when we’re just us, in sweats, or naked, in bed. He nods in response, and heads for the kitchen.
He turns around briefly, letting me know, “There’s something for you on the dining room table,” and then he’s out of sight. I wander a bit, scoping out the main level. There’s his office, a water closet, mud room, and finally the dining room. A huge bouquet of flowers is sitting on the end of the table. A little white card sticking out from the top.
There’s that warm feeling again, the tingles that make me smile. I open the card.
Thanks for choosing me, Bambi. You won’t regret it, I promise.
Yours, Liam
I think I just melted.
I find him in the kitchen plating food, and it’s the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen. He just looks up and smiles as I make my way over. As soon as I’m in front of him, he sets down the plates on the counter and turns to me. I’m on my toes reaching for a kiss, and he meets me, and it’s just like last night all over again. His tongue slides in my mouth and I suck him in, just like I did with his cock last night. His hands find my hips and he holds me against him. I feel him growing hard against the thin fabric of my dress, and my thighs get sticky from the forming wetness.
I release his mouth and say, “Thank you for the flowers. And the note.”
“Of course.” He places a soft kiss just at the base of my jaw. Then he trails it with another kiss on my neck, then one on my collar bone, then he’s placing a kiss on the top of my breasts. He’s not looking at me, head still turned down towards my breasts, but he says, “We should probably eat.”
“We probably should,” I reply, but I’m gripping his arms so tight, I’ve probably left half moon indents in his skin from my nails. Neither one of us moves away, though.
“Bambi, I’m not going to be able to stop if we start again. I really am trying to give you onenicedate night. Just say the word and we’ll go eat.” His voice is hoarse and low.
“I can’t,” I say. He looks up at me, and for a second he looks hurt. “I can’t say the word, I want you too much.” I finish my original thought.
“Fuck, baby,” he says as he drops his head on to my breasts. “Can I take you upstairs?” He asks, but I shake my head no. “What do you want, baby? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
I pull his face up off my breasts, then I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I want you to punish me for turning you down last week. Here, in the kitchen, where you planned to share your meals with me. Make me pay for it, please?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, his hand is behind my head in a searing grip, his kiss is intense, turning my insides molten.
He pulls his mouth away and whispers in my ear, “I should make you pay for all the times I fucked my fist last week when it should have been you.” His grip on my hair stings and the little bit of pain makes my sex clench. I stifle a moan that threatens to come out.
“What do you think you deserve, little Bambi? Do you think you’ve earned my cock?” His other hand drops down, gripping my ass tight. So fucking tight, I’ll have bruises tomorrow and I can’t fucking wait.
I plead with him. I need him to do something, anything to me. “Liam, please. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He releases me, roughly turning me around so my back is against his chest and my front is pushed against the kitchen island. He’s holding me tight to his body with one arm while the other is reaching down, hiking my dress up. Simultaneously, he’s biting my neck in small nips.
His hand is getting closer to my bare sex when he asks, “Are you on birth control?” I shake my head, and say, “No.”
“I don’t have any condoms in my kitchen, Bambi. What should I do about that?” His hand is gripping my thigh in a tight pinch. “You won’t let me take you upstairs, though. Maybe the punishment is fucking you without a condom. A little Russian roulette?”Holy fucking shit. I’m not planning for more kids, but the thought of him taking me here, bare, has me pushing my ass back against his crotch. He’s bending me over the counter top, pushing up my dress until he sees thatI’mbare.
