The Ending I Want
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His mouth tightens. “You’re right. It would have been in poor taste. I might have a lot of faults, Boston, but poor judgment is not one of them. I haven’t had sex with Megan. Nor do I ever intend on having sex with Megan.”
“But you bought her a business. Nothing says I want to fuck you like that.” What is wrong with me? Why am I so jealous?
And I think I might have pushed it a little too far as he looks really pissed off. Sounds it, too.
“No. I loaned her the money. She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s my friend. I help my friends.”
“Like you’re helping me with my list?” I give him a look.
I’m clearly itching for a fight with him. But, why?
Liam slowly shakes his head at me, his dark eyes pinned on mine. “I think we both know that you and I are more than friends. I think my thumb up your arse while I was fucking your pussy with my cock earlier on should have confirmed that fact to you.”
“God, you’re so fucking crass.” I flick a look at Paul, hoping he didn’t hear what Liam said. It’s just wishful thinking on my part because there is no way he didn’t hear.
“I’m not crass. I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And when I want something, I take it. I don’t pussyfoot around. Just like when I took your arse earlier. Next time, it will be my cock in there.” He leans in close, so his breath is brushing over my lips. “And I will fuck you hard…so hard that my name will be imprinted on your voice box from you screaming it.”
Holy fuck.
I close my eyes. I can’t help the shudder that runs through my body or the whimper that leaves my mouth from the sensations that his words and nearness send rushing through me.
Liam’s dirty mouth seems to be my kryptonite.
“I want you, Boston,” he whispers, sliding his hand around my waist, turning my body into his. “Only you. Your pussy and arse are the only ones I’m interested in fucking. So, are we done with the jealousy?”
My eyes snap open to meet his. “I’m not jealous.”
“You are so jealous. It’s cute but not necessary.” He taps my nose with his finger.
“Fuck off!” I bat his hand away.
He laughs. The bastard fucking laughs.
I turn away. Childish probably, but I don’t care. He’s pissed me off.
“Aw, babe”—he curls a hand around the back of my neck, bringing my face back to his—“you have nothing to be angry about. You are the only one I want to fuck for the foreseeable future.”
“For the next two weeks,” I correct him. “And I wasn’t jealous. I was…well…”
“You were what?”
He’s staring at me, and now, I have to given him an answer.
For once, I decide to go with the truth.
“Well, I don’t share. I don’t like to be with a guy if he’s with other women or even if he’s interested in being with other women. I know we’re not in a relationship, but I just think, if we’re sleeping together for the next two weeks, then we should sleep with only each other. And if you don’t agree with that, then we shouldn’t sleep with each other anymore.”
“I agree.”
“Oh.” That takes the wind out of my sails. “You do?”
“Yeah. I’ve never been good at sharing either, and I definitely don’t want to share you.”
“Well then…we’re agreed. For these next two weeks, we sleep with only each other.”
“Agreed.” His hand slides up my thigh, gripping the top, and then he presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard.
“Wow,” I say breathless when he releases me. “You always close all your deals that way?”
“Only with hot list-making Bostonians.” He gives a boyish grin. “Talking of lists, we’re here.”
“What? Where?” I turn to look out the window as the car comes to a stop.
“Cam’s—my friend’s bar. We’re eating here, and then you’re going to cross another thing off your list.”
“I am?” I turn back to him, my brow raised in question.
“Yeah—sing in public. Cam has a resident band. Tonight is open mic night, so it’s the perfect opportunity for you to cross it off your list.”
“Oh…I don’t know. I was thinking that I’d maybe do one thing a day. And the hair constitutes as one thing.”
Liam laughs. “Stop being a chicken.”
“I’m not being a chicken. I was the one who put it on my list, wasn’t I?”
“So then, what’s the point in waiting? Do it now.”
He’s right. What’s the point in stalling? It’s not like I have the luxury of time.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He smiles wide. “This is going to be epic.”
“It’s going to be terrible. I’m a really awful singer.”
“And that’s why it’s going to be epic.” He flashes a grin at me.
We get out of the car with Liam telling Paul to take off and that he’ll call when he needs to be picked up.
Then, holding my hand, Liam leads me into Cam’s Bar.
There’s music playing when we enter. Sounds to be a cover of a Kings of Leon song.
“That’s the band you’ll be singing with, The March. Lee over there is the lead singer and guitarist.” He nods at a dark-haired guy who’s currently singing into the microphone. “You can either sing with him or go solo. Your choice.”
“But you bought her a business. Nothing says I want to fuck you like that.” What is wrong with me? Why am I so jealous?
And I think I might have pushed it a little too far as he looks really pissed off. Sounds it, too.
“No. I loaned her the money. She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s my friend. I help my friends.”
“Like you’re helping me with my list?” I give him a look.
I’m clearly itching for a fight with him. But, why?
Liam slowly shakes his head at me, his dark eyes pinned on mine. “I think we both know that you and I are more than friends. I think my thumb up your arse while I was fucking your pussy with my cock earlier on should have confirmed that fact to you.”
“God, you’re so fucking crass.” I flick a look at Paul, hoping he didn’t hear what Liam said. It’s just wishful thinking on my part because there is no way he didn’t hear.
“I’m not crass. I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And when I want something, I take it. I don’t pussyfoot around. Just like when I took your arse earlier. Next time, it will be my cock in there.” He leans in close, so his breath is brushing over my lips. “And I will fuck you hard…so hard that my name will be imprinted on your voice box from you screaming it.”
Holy fuck.
I close my eyes. I can’t help the shudder that runs through my body or the whimper that leaves my mouth from the sensations that his words and nearness send rushing through me.
Liam’s dirty mouth seems to be my kryptonite.
“I want you, Boston,” he whispers, sliding his hand around my waist, turning my body into his. “Only you. Your pussy and arse are the only ones I’m interested in fucking. So, are we done with the jealousy?”
My eyes snap open to meet his. “I’m not jealous.”
“You are so jealous. It’s cute but not necessary.” He taps my nose with his finger.
“Fuck off!” I bat his hand away.
He laughs. The bastard fucking laughs.
I turn away. Childish probably, but I don’t care. He’s pissed me off.
“Aw, babe”—he curls a hand around the back of my neck, bringing my face back to his—“you have nothing to be angry about. You are the only one I want to fuck for the foreseeable future.”
“For the next two weeks,” I correct him. “And I wasn’t jealous. I was…well…”
“You were what?”
He’s staring at me, and now, I have to given him an answer.
For once, I decide to go with the truth.
“Well, I don’t share. I don’t like to be with a guy if he’s with other women or even if he’s interested in being with other women. I know we’re not in a relationship, but I just think, if we’re sleeping together for the next two weeks, then we should sleep with only each other. And if you don’t agree with that, then we shouldn’t sleep with each other anymore.”
“I agree.”
“Oh.” That takes the wind out of my sails. “You do?”
“Yeah. I’ve never been good at sharing either, and I definitely don’t want to share you.”
“Well then…we’re agreed. For these next two weeks, we sleep with only each other.”
“Agreed.” His hand slides up my thigh, gripping the top, and then he presses his lips to mine, kissing me hard.
“Wow,” I say breathless when he releases me. “You always close all your deals that way?”
“Only with hot list-making Bostonians.” He gives a boyish grin. “Talking of lists, we’re here.”
“What? Where?” I turn to look out the window as the car comes to a stop.
“Cam’s—my friend’s bar. We’re eating here, and then you’re going to cross another thing off your list.”
“I am?” I turn back to him, my brow raised in question.
“Yeah—sing in public. Cam has a resident band. Tonight is open mic night, so it’s the perfect opportunity for you to cross it off your list.”
“Oh…I don’t know. I was thinking that I’d maybe do one thing a day. And the hair constitutes as one thing.”
Liam laughs. “Stop being a chicken.”
“I’m not being a chicken. I was the one who put it on my list, wasn’t I?”
“So then, what’s the point in waiting? Do it now.”
He’s right. What’s the point in stalling? It’s not like I have the luxury of time.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
He smiles wide. “This is going to be epic.”
“It’s going to be terrible. I’m a really awful singer.”
“And that’s why it’s going to be epic.” He flashes a grin at me.
We get out of the car with Liam telling Paul to take off and that he’ll call when he needs to be picked up.
Then, holding my hand, Liam leads me into Cam’s Bar.
There’s music playing when we enter. Sounds to be a cover of a Kings of Leon song.
“That’s the band you’ll be singing with, The March. Lee over there is the lead singer and guitarist.” He nods at a dark-haired guy who’s currently singing into the microphone. “You can either sing with him or go solo. Your choice.”
