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“Sorry to have stolen you from what I imagine would have been a fun time.”
“What took you so long? Did you get lost after I left you in there?”
“No, I did get distracted though. Look what I bought.” He released one of the straps of the bag in his hand and I looked at the contents. Most of it was as I expected, but there was an extra box in there that I didn’t know about. I pulled it up slightly, keeping it in the bag but high up enough that I could see what it was.
“It’s a cock ring,” I said.
“It’s avibratingcock ring, which means we don’t always have to worry about added external stimulation if I’m inside youbecause it will just be right there. Plus, it feels great for me so that’s a bonus.” Liam sounded so proud of his purchase.
It was ridiculous to almost feel like crying over a cock ring. I felt more emotional about this ring of silicone than I had when Kai had presented me with a ring of silver and diamonds.
I could feel tears prickling at the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill out with every blink I took. I buried my head in the fabric of the travelling sweater, revelling in the feel of his chest against me.
“You want a bagel? I’m craving cream cheese and lox.” Liam asked, his hand squeezing mine three times in his coat pocket.
I sniffed and extracted myself from Liam’s arms.
“A bagel sounds good,” I replied. Liam did not comment on the fact that my voice sounded thick with unshed tears. I wasn’t sure I would be able to explain to him why a cock ring had made me so emotional and thankfully, he didn’t make me.
I’d forgotten how easy loving Liam Mulligan was. It was so easy, I never realised I was doing it until the thought struck me out of nowhere.
Just like a rainstorm.
27
Alana
Sheltering from the rain in Macy’s almost made me wish that we had just accepted that we were going to get drenched and headed back to our car anyway. Macy’s was busy at the best of times. But two days before Christmas, while rain battered the sidewalk and threatened to cause shallow flooding in the roads, added a new layer of hell to an already hellish landscape.
Liam seemed unbothered by it as he led me around the packed store with one hand, and the other carried the bag from the sex toy store. I wasn’t too sure whether he had a destination in mind or if he was just trying to find a place in this whole store that wasn’t crammed. It seemed unlikely that he would find one.
In the end, he stopped in the men’s section, specifically the sweater section. As concentration of people went, it was on the quieter side, but there were still too many to be comfortable.
“Why have we stopped here?” I asked.
“Well, you seem to be in the market for a new sweater,” he teased. I laughed. If he thought he was keeping that sweater, he was sorely mistaken. I didn’t have time to reply to him as a man,whose panicked expression morphed into awe when he noticed Liam, cleared his throat.
“Sorry to interrupt, are you Liam Mulligan?” he asked.
I slipped my hand out of Liam’s and squeezed his arm. I could still feel the solid muscle of his bicep underneath his several layers. “You go be Gunner. Come find me when you’re done,” I said as I took the bag from his hand and walked off.
I wasn’t sure how long it was until Liam found me again, but I had migrated away from the men’s section and was now looking at party dresses that I didn’t need. But like a magpie, I was drawn to shiny pieces of fabric.
I sensed his arrival in my atmosphere before I saw him.
“Look what I found,” he said by way of introduction. I followed the line of his arm and was met with his hand waving some mistletoe around.
It seemed impossible, given that I knew the feeling of his tongue in my most sensitive places, but as I looked up at the mistletoe currently hovering between our heads, I realised we hadn’t actually kissed.
I pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and went to walk away. His hand caught my wrist and pulled me back.
“What the hell was that?”
“It was a kiss on the cheek.”
“Which is not what you’re supposed to do under mistletoe.” He shook it over my head again.
“Muller, I am not kissing you for the first time in the middle of a fucking Macy’s.”
