Page 92 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“I don’t know, Liam. I just—it all just sort of made sense. I’ve never felt like I’m good enough for you, and it was like duh, because I’m not.” He pulls back, grabbing my chin in his hand.
“I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. You’re too good for me, Britain. Everybody knows it, alright?”
“Try telling Gina that…” I whisper out.
“Screw, Gina,” he says.
“Please don’t,” I whisper, and he gives me a look. “I know, I’m being insecure, okay? It just really hurt, and I felt like I couldn’t go through all of this again.”
“You never will, baby. I’ll never let you go through that again. Listen, I’ve loved you since before I even knew who you were. You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in that little black dress, nursing me, smiling for me. I loved you then.” I nod and he drops his forehead to mine, then kisses me gently.
“Why didn’t you just come home, Bambi? I could have saved you a couple hours of doom crying.” He says it lightheartedly, and he’s right.
I shrug. “Just my trauma response, I guess. To be here.” I look around. “As close toheras possible.” He gives me a sad look, but it comes with understanding.
“Alright. Let’s try and retrain ourselves to come to me, okay?” I nod. “Okay, can we go home now? Please?” I nod again, and he lifts me straight off the bed and heads for the door.
“Wait!” I try to stop him. “I’m wearing Georgia’s robe. I need to take it off.” He sets me down, and I slip the robe off, hanging it back over the closet door just like she left it. “Okay, I’m ready,” I grab my purse off the dresser and Liam lifts me off my feet.
“I can walk!” I yell at him.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to take the risk of you walking away from me.” I smile and shake my head. Slim chance of that happening.
Alex watches us from the living room. And I call out to him. “Thanks for letting me nap here. Come to dinner on Sunday, okay? Love you!” I say as Liam walks us through the front door, putting me straight into the passenger seat of his car.
“Wait, I can drive home. What are we going to do about my car?” He closes the door on me, then hops into the driver's side before answering.
“Again, can’t take any chances of you escaping. And I’ve been meaning to ask, did Matt help you pick out that car?”Yes.
“Yeah,” I say quietly.
“Thought so. We’ll get you a new car tomorrow. Tonight, I just want you in our bed, at home, everyone under the same roof.” My cheeks turn pink. “And you better believe, we are going to have words over you not answering my calls or texts today. I was losing my mind, baby, sick to my stomach with worry that something bad happened.”
“Well, now you know how it feels,” I rib him.
“I think somebody needs a spanking,” he deadpans back.
“Oh no, anything but that!” I joke, and he turns, giving me a devilish look.Fuck.“I’m not going to be able to sit down, am I?” He shakes his head.
“Nope, your ass is gonna be as pink as your cheeks, Bambi.”Can’t wait.
Liam is in bed waiting for me when I come out of the ensuite. I untuck, then throw my towel over the tub, and he watches me walk to the bed, stalking me with his eyes like I’m a tasty snack. I crawl over, straddling him, and he reaches around, grabbing my ass cheeks. He releases them, pulling both hands back, then brings them down in a hard slap.
“Ahh!” I cry out, then look down at his sick smile.
“That’s not even a glimpse, Bambi.”
“I know,” I say, then drop my mouth to his. I slide my tongue along his lips, and he opens for me. As we kiss, I grow damp and wet for this man, and without even thinking, he’s inside me. It’s so natural to be with him like this.
“I was planning to go straight to sleep tonight, I swear!” I say.
“Same. I thought you needed the rest, but here we are, baby. We can’t fucking help it.” Nope, we can’t. We’re like magnets, inexplicably drawn to one another.
“I love you, Liam Millar,” I say, then drop another kiss to his mouth.
“And I love you, Britain Millar.”Fuck me.
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