Page 77 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
What in the actual fuck just happened? It’s like he flipped a switch and morphed into Mr. Hyde. I know realistically I’m not a whore, or a desperate little slut with daddy issues, but on some level, the words sting — and maybe he’s not wrong? I cry a little harder, but I’m thankful when the phone doesn’t ring again.
I lay there for two hours, crying on and off again, wondering what the hell just happened? Is this who he is, or did I just hurt him that bad and this is my fault? Maybe he’s justified? Maybe I was a whore. I mean, I did sleep with best friends, days apart. Maybe that does make me desperate. And yeah, I know I have daddy issues.
I’m so lost in my own thoughts, I don’t hear the bedroom door open. Liam climbs into bed, pulling me into his arms to cradle me. He tries to soothe me, brushing the hair out of my face, then rubbing my back, until finally he breaks the silence.
“I’m sorry, Britain. I know that was a really hard thing to do.”
I laugh, then sniffle. “No, it was actually exceedingly easy to do. I’m just crying because he was a total prick.”
Liam tenses behind me. “What did he say?”
“Oh, you know, the usual. Called me a whore, a desperate little slut with daddy issues, yelled at me, asked if I wanted his brothers’ numbers so I could go fuck them, too.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Liam whispers behind me.
“It’s not worth it. As long as he stays away from me, I don’t care anymore. I just can’t believe I was doubting myself. I was so worried I was making the wrong decision, but um yeah, that definitely solidified it for me.”
“Well, you’re not a whore, or desperate, and who doesn’t have daddy issues? Even I have daddy issues, for fuck’s sake!” Ilaugh at his comment, then roll over to face him. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.
“Distract me. How did picking up paddleboards go?”
“Ahh, I think it went alright,” he says while gently stroking a thumb across my throat. “I took them all for a quick lap around the lake in Lucille. Elodie loved it. Caroline looked like she was holding on for dear life. Well, when she wasn’t looking at James, she was.” I laugh, and he continues, “She’s got it bad, sweetheart.”She’s not the only one.
“Thanks for doing that. Did you already get them unloaded?”
He reaches over, pushing my hair away from my face. “We did. They’re already out there with them if you feel like sitting on the deck or dock to watch. We can do lunch out there, too. I think Carly said it’s only like 45 minutes out.” Christ, it’s already almost lunch.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
“Any chance I can convince you to put on a swimsuit and go for a swim?” He gives me that same ‘I could eat you’ gaze.
“You really want to see all this in a swimsuit?” I motion down to the belly that, thanks to overeating at breakfast, seems bigger and harder than it was earlier.
“Fuck yes, Bambi. You’re so damn sexy. If the kids weren’t here, I’d get you in the lake naked and fuck you right on the shore.”
“Really? Even with the sand?” He laughs at me.
“Fine in the dock storage closet. Fuck, even just on the dock. I want to fuck you in every room in this house, baby.” I just nod my head and smile.
“I’m surprised we haven’t already.” I mean, we really got around the first time.
“Yeah, about that, we’re starting from scratch, so we’ll really have to commit to working on that if we want to get it done beforethisbaby comes out.”
“Thisbaby?” He said it like there’ll be others.
“I’m just being hopeful. If you’re done after this, we’ll be done. I’ll go get a vasectomy as soon as you’re done giving birth. But as of right now, yeah, I want another one.” He gets a little more serious, his voice a bit quieter. “I want to be there when you take the pregnancy test and when we hear the heartbeat for the first time. I want to be at the ultrasounds, and I mean, I fucking love the idea of getting to knock you up again.” My cheeks heat.Fuck me.
“Hmm, I really want you to fuck me right now.” I lean over to give him a kiss. “But I think I’m going to put on a swimsuit instead.” I sit up and head to my closet. He trails behind me to watch me undress, so I make sure to take my time, giving him a show, touching my breasts and pulling on my nipples before I tie my top. When I look over to him, he palms his rock-hard cock, watching me, sending a gush of warmth between my thighs.
I step both feet into my bottoms, then turn around, bending over slowly to bring them up to my hips. When I’m finally fully standing, he’s right at my back, running a hand down into the front of my swimsuit bottoms.
“We don’t have to fuck to make you feel good, baby.” He slips a finger between my already slick folds, running it up and down, and my head falls back against his shoulder in response.
“I know, but I think I’d rather just wait. I want you begging for it.”
“I’ll get on my knees and beg for it right now, baby.”
I shake my head, though. “No, I want you desperate.” I spin around, standing right in front of him and palm his thick cock over his jeans.
