Take It On The Run

Chapter 65

POV: Sloan

Something culled me from the dream. On the fringes of sleep, I became dimly aware that I was on my stomach now, hips slightly elevated, my legs bent and bracketing a pillow.

There was something important I needed to do, a reason I needed to wake up now, but it eluded my hazy thoughts as a fresh wave of desire crashed so strongly over me that it made my body ache.

A muffled moan escaped my lips as I ground myself against the pillow in search of relief. Some sense of urgency began to trickle its way in through the dense fog, nagging at the edges of my thoughts as I mindlessly dragged my core against the pillow over and over again, my hips rocking of their own accord.

Liam...

Liam and I had made love. He knew everything. The wedding. I needed to warn my father and the guys, needed to ensure that my fiancé wasn't poisoned without alerting my grandfather to my treachery or Dad's existence, needed to run away before anyone got hurt.

I shifted slightly, attempting to dislodge the pillow that had me so hot and bothered. But something held me in place, and the pillow, it...it moved, enveloping my clit in delicious wet warmth. I moaned again from the sheer ecstasy of it.

"Shhh." Liam's low voice rumbled through my core as he soothed me like a spooked horse. "You're safe, macushla. Relax. It's just me."

Something large and firm gripped my ass and pushed me back down against that torturous mouth and—

Wait a goddamn minute. Mouth?

It took another moment to piece it all together, heat slowly spreading over my cheeks until they blazed with the true depth of my humiliation.

I wasn't on top of a pillow—I was on top of Liam. Somehow the sneaky, mischievous man had gotten me into child's pose so he could eat me out while I slumbered. And I...I had been grinding my core against his face from the moment I woke up, humping him like a horny Chihuahua. That embarrassing realization was enough to make me still.

"Sloan," Liam warned against my sex. "Don't you dare pull away from me right now."

And damn if the command didn't turn me on. All of it turned me on. Clearly, I had some kind of deranged Sleeping Beauty fetish.

Instantly, I remembered the time Deacon had woken me up like this just before the guys ran a train on me. It had been heaven. And now I missed them so fiercely I couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand that everything I had ever wanted was about to turn to ash in my hands. Including this newfound love with Liam.

His mouth pulled me back to reality, and I wanted him again, wanted him so fiercely that I starved for him now. Even after everything we'd done today, my pussy ached in a way I didn't think possible—intensely sore yet begging for more of the same punishment. But I also knew making love a second time would only gut me in the end. Anything we did from here on out would lodge another arrow in my heart.

Even though it felt like I was trapped in a puddle of quicksand, I shifted again. Or at least I tried to. All I managed to do, though, was elevate my ass a few inches. My eyes were still sealed shut from sleep, but I felt Liam's warm breath chase me, closing the distance once more.

"Give it up, Sloan. You fought well today, my love. But you lost, fair and square, and you'll lose again now." He licked a path up my slit, flicking his tongue over my clit and eliciting another long breathy moan from me. "You were grindin' that sweet little cunt all over my mouth a few seconds ago, and you need to come. In fact, I'm orderin' you to."

Even if I wasn't astonishingly tired, Liam had me right where he wanted me, and knowing I couldn't escape that talented mouth made the aching bud between my legs swell. I didn't lower myself, though, some emotional preservation instinct driving my continued resistance.