Page 233 of Between Secrets and Obsession
Liam grips both of my ass cheeks in his palms, parting them and pounding into me like I asked.
“Yes, like that,” I say around a moan.
“Put your hands behind you, Mads,” he orders. I quickly do as he says, and he reaches up, then wraps his fingers around my wrists, holding them there. “Fuck, baby. You look so damn sexy right now.”
I smirk, looking over my shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
“Goddamn,” he grunts. “So beautiful.”
He keeps going, climbing us closer to the edge, and when I’m about to unravel, he slides his palm up my back and yanks my hair so hard my pussy tightens, and I explode.
Liam follows me within seconds and then releases my hands before collapsing on top of me.
That was the best goodbye house party ever.
Dear Tyler AKA Beanstalk,
Your new cellmate, Archer, sounds like a douchebag, to be honest, but I guess I can’t blame him. I’d probably be one too being locked up with you 24/7 : ) Haha, kidding! I’m glad you have someone you can talk to and hopefully trust.
Liam and I just moved into our new apartment, and it feels strange not having to go to classes and dance practice this fall. I still can’t believe I finally graduated three months ago! I’m like an adult now. How’d that happen? (Don’t answer that!)
Oh, guess what? Sophie announced a couple weeks ago she and Mason are expecting! Which means I’m officially the only Corrigan sister NOT knocked up. I’m in no hurry, though. Being around them just means double the hormones and double the cravings.
I’ll bring their sonogram pictures when we visit you next month, though I’m sure you don’t care, but I don’t want your wall to be bare. You’ll be Uncle Tyler and are gonna love it.
Liam has been working a lot lately. Well, he always works a lot, but more than usual. I think he’s nervous about money and making rent now that we’re out on our own like a bunch of big kids. Though I told him not to stress because I’m getting more hours at the dance studionow that it’s the middle of August. I’d like to save up and eventually open my own studio, but that’s years down the road. Hell, I’m putting it out into the universe. By the time you get out, I’ll have Maddie’s Dance Studio, and you’re going to come visit me, okay?
Even though you say you’re never coming back here because of The Devil and the memories, you can make one exception for your favorite hostage. You did make me eat spicy sausage after all, so you owe me!
In all seriousness, I miss you and your ability to dodge my questions, though you did slip a few times. Like about Gemma ;) I expect you to go back to Alabama and get your woman. No exceptions! I know you’re rolling your eyes at me right now, but I don’t care. I have a sixth sense for these things.
Well, I’ll let you go now. Love you, Ty.
—Maddie
I stuff the letter into an envelope and then seal it. Once I write out the prison’s address I’ve memorized and put our return address sticker on it, I place it on the table to send out later.
Tyler was sentenced to federal prison three hours away, so we visit him at least once a month. I wish he was closer so we could go every weekend, but between Liam’s work schedule andgetting settled into the apartment, it just isn’t feasible to make the six-hour round trip. We only get thirty minutes of visitation with him, which sucks, but it’s better than nothing.
“Baby, you ready?” Liam asks from the bathroom. I can hear him shoving shit into a bag. He surprised me when he told me this morning to pack some clothes and be ready by noon.
It’s eleven fifty-five, and I haven’t packed a thing yet.
“Almost!”
I scramble to the bedroom and see Liam’s duffel bag is full and ready to go. He didn’t tell me where he was taking me, so I have no idea what to bring. I unzip his bag that he’s used for hundreds of work trips and notice it’s starting to fall apart. I really should buy him a new one and throw this away.
Pulling out his items, I see jeans and button-up shirts. Well, these aren’t helpful. Liam always wears jeans and button-ups.
I wonder if he packed his swim trunks?
Maybe he’s taking us to the beach.
When I don’t find any, I look into the front pockets and then the deep side ones. My fingers brush against something hard, but also…soft? What the hell?
I pull it out and gasp when I realize it’s a velvet box.
Oh my God.
