Page 96 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
I look at Liam with wide eyes and he nods. “You didn’t,” I say.
“I didn’t, butwedid.” A golden retriever puppy comes bounding down the deck stairs, a large bow tied around its neck. The girls follow closely behind and when the puppy gets to the bottom, it bolts straight for us, jumping on my chest to give me kisses. I laugh because, damnit, I knew we’d have a dog before the end of the week.
“Hi, puppy!” I laugh at the way his tongue tickles my chin. The girls join us, dropping to their knees, too, as we all huddle around the newest family member. Eventually Caroline andElodie offer us congratulations, giving me, then Liam, each a hug.
“So, what’s the pupper’s name, huh?” I look around to the girls and Liam.
“Well, we’re a bit undecided at the moment,” Liam says. “I like Harry.”
“And I like Fang,” Elodie adds.
“But I think Draco is fitting,” Caroline says. I can’t help but agree, the puppy has really light, almost white, fur.
“Wow, we’re really leaning hard into theHarry Pottertheme then. So, it’s a boy?” They all look at each other then shake their heads no. “No? Well, isn’t it obvious then? Her name should be Luna.”
“You’re so right, Mom!” Elodie exclaims. “Luna Lovegood Scott-Millar is our new puppy!” I smile and look at Liam, and he smiles back at me. Caroline picks up the puppy, nuzzling its soft fur, and Elodie claps her hands with excitement. This time it’s my turn. I turn and mouth a “Thank you” to Liam.
Eventually there’s clapping and cheering coming from the top deck, and reluctantly we make our way back up to the house. I thank the string quartet before we leave, and then Liam’s right behind me, a gentle hand on the small of my back supporting me the whole way up.
I double check the ring on my finger, and just like everything with Liam is and has ever been, it fits so naturally, perfectly. It’s just right.
THIRTY-TWO
Britain
When I go to crawl into bed at night, I find my pink negligee laid out on top of the duvet.I wonder where he’s been hiding this?But I smile, slipping it on over my naked body, then wait for him. He comes in through our bedroom door, making sure to lock it behind him, then starts undressing.
From my spot on the bed, I watch him strip for me, savoring how handsome he is. Admiring how his abs look cut from a slab of marble. How his hair falls slightly forward, the silver strands catching in the low light. My core turns to liquid heat, pulsing with need when he drops his pants exposing his long, thick cock. I bite down on my lip, not even bothering to avert my gaze from my favorite part of his body.
He crawls onto the bed with me, but he doesn’t make any moves to be intimate. He just pulls me tight to him, my back flat to his chest and my ass up against his engorged cock. He moves one hand over my belly and the other bends down, resting softly on my breast. When he touches me, I can’t help but push my assback against him. The heat gushing between my inner thighs has me clenching and needy for my fiancé’s touch.
“I used to dream about this, baby. You, in our bed, pregnant with our baby, my ring on your finger,” he says softly in my ear, making my skin flush. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have those same dreams.
“Yeah, were we doing anything in this dream?” I egg him on.
“Sometimes,” he says, leaning over to run his tongue along the edge of my ear before he bites down softly. “I just want to eat you, baby. I can’t fucking get enough.” He grinds his dick between my ass cheeks at the same time I push back, and we both moan. “I just feel like the luckiest bastard alive…I don’t deserve you, baby.”
“We deserve each other, Liam,” I say, sliding a hand over his, where it sits on my belly. He moves his hand down, though, reaching to the hem of the negligee and sliding it up over my hip. He checks me first, slipping a finger between my folds. It comes as no surprise I’m already slick with desire.
He removes the finger, then slides it in his mouth, sucking it clean. My breath starts coming in short bursts, and I beg. “Liam, please. I need you inside me.”
He lifts my leg and adjusts slightly, then slides deep inside. I arch my back into the feeling of my man inside me, where he belongs. Bringing my leg back down, the tight pressure causes me to clench down hard and grind my ass back.
“I’ll only be good for 2 minutes, if you keep that up,” Liam says, a hand coming down on my ass hard, spanking me. I cry out, but he shushes me. “I’m going to have to start punishing you every time you scream, baby.”
“I can’t help it.”
He thrusts into me hard, and brings his hand over, between my legs to rub my swollen clit. “You better start learning to try, Bambi, or you're going to find yourself bent over and I won’tlet you come.”Fuck me.I reach up and pull my breasts out of my negligee, to roll and play with nipples. Liam licks his lips in response, his eyes plastered on watching me play.
“You’re just going to use me, daddy?” I ask, eliciting a moan from him.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I nod my head up and down against his back as he continues thrusting.
“You can have me, use me, anytime you want. I’m yours, William.” His grip on me tightens, loving the words coming out of my mouth.
“You’remylittle slut aren’t you? You want me to fuck you anytime, anywhere, is that right?”YES!I fucking love when he talks to me like this. I want to scream, but I try to hold it in, the pressure building to its crescendo.
“Yes, daddy.”
