Chapter 18 Fuck
Ava Reed
The room was too quiet. Too still. The only sound was my ragged breathing as I lay across the bed, my body burning with a need I had no business feeling. Why was I here? In bed with my two fingers plunging into my wetness that was fueled by the last person I wanted to be touching myself too
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Oh, but I was.
It had started as something harmless, just an innocent attempt to relax after a long day. A hot shower, soft sheets, and the hope that I could finally get a good sleep in this place. But then my mind had to wander.
To him. To his body. The way he moved, the way he commanded the ice, the way he had looked at me earlier when I had stormed into the rink like I had any right to tell him what to do.
Cocky bastard.
It pissed me off. But it also did something else. Something that made me want to moan his name again and again and again
So now here I was, my fingers teasing the fucking me, thighs rubbing together in desperation, my lips parted as I let my mind run wild with images I had no business picturing.
Liam, sweaty and shirtless, his muscles flexing under the weight of his training.
Liam, lips parted, eyes dark and filled with the hunger he had on the first time he saw me naked
Liam, above me, between my legs, his voice rough and taunting as he whispered dirty little commands in my ear.
My third finger slid beneath the fabric, and I sucked in a breath as I brushed against my own heat. A quiet moan escaped me, the sound embarrassingly loud in the empty room. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed this release. Needed to chase away the frustration and tension that had been sitting like a weight on my chest since I had moved in with him.
“Fuck” I let out another moan, trying my best to muffle the sounds as I rode my hides to my fingers. Wishing it was him deep inside me, fucking me and hitting all the right spots
I was there, almost…just a little more of his thoughts and I would be letting it all out
Then the door creaked open.
My body froze, horror slamming into me with full force, sending everything that was just about to come out
“Oh,” Liam’s voice came in. Low, rough, and dripping with smug
I scrambled to pull the blanket over myself, but it was too late. He had seen. His gaze locked onto mine, then flicked down my body, lingering on the hand I had just yanked away from between my legs.
His lips parted and his chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, but his expression? That was unreadable.
“Liam…” My voice was barely a whisper, thick with embarrassment, with my skin burning hotter than it ever had before.
The thrill or getting caught? Or the large bucket of shame I had sitting on my head
He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “You need some help with that, Snowflake?”
My entire body jolted at the sheer audacity of that sentence. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, shaking my head even as my traitorous pulse pounded at the mere suggestion.
How could my body dare betray me like that?
“No,” I bit out. “Get out.”
But he didn’t move. His eyes stayed on me, dark and full of amusement. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He let out a low chuckle, and the sound sent a shiver up my spine.
“Damn shame,” he murmured, his gaze still locked onto me like he was memorizing every inch of my flustered state. “Because I’m really good at helping finish what was started.”
“Liam” I started, my voice breaking slightly.
He smirked, his dimple making an appearance, as if this was all a fucking joke to him. Then he leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping to something almost cruelly seductive.
“Sweet dreams, Ava.”
And then, just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me breathless, burning, and more frustrated than I had ever been in my entire life.
How was I to freaking face him after tonight? Fuck my life on all levels and different positions right now.