Because of His Future (For His Pleasure, Book 26) (3 page)

She started to drip, her juices soaking
Liam’s mouth.
  
 

In response, Liam gripped her butt
tighter, pulled her closer, and stabbed his tongue forcefully into her
pussy.
 
It went deep, his tongue
fucking her as her hands grabbed the hair on Liam’s head.
 

She called out his name at the top of her
lungs, because God—it felt so good—and her legs trembled.

Grace closed her eyes, knowing that soon
she was going to come.
 
How could he
do what he was doing and make it so good?
 
How could she stop herself from coming over and over again until she
passed out?

Maybe she’d just let go, and if she
passed out, then so be it.

“I’m going to come, Liam,” she told him,
her voice quivering.

He pulled back momentarily, and then he
used his tongue to lick up and down her shaved mound.
 
“Turn the fuck around,” he commanded.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

He spun her and she went with his motion,
turning around.

“Bend over and grab the chair,” he said.

There was an armchair just in front of
her, and she bent and grabbed the arm of the chair, feeling herself exposing
her ass and pussy to Liam as she did so.

He slapped her ass cheeks once on each
side.
 

SLAP.
 
SLAP.

Each time he did it, she moaned.
 

Her clit vibrated with the sensation of
it rippling through her lower body.

“Fuck,” she groaned.
 
“That feels good.”

“What about this?” he asked, and then she
felt his mouth sucking her pussy from behind.
 
His face was buried in her backside, his
tongue scooping underneath and licking her, as his hands grabbed her hips
forcefully.

“That feels amazing, Liam,” she
gasped.
 
“I can’t hold out.
 
I’m coming.”

His tongue slathered and licked and then
he sucked her pussy as she came hard from his going down on her so perfectly.

She climaxed hard, her entire body
tensing.
 
When she was done coming,
Liam got to his feet and then she felt his stone hard cock entering her
dripping crevice from behind.

His hips pushed, and he slid easily
inside, both of them moaning at once.

His groin pushed directly up against her
backside and he pulled her into a standing position, his hands slid onto her
bare breasts, squeezing as his mouth kissed the back of her neck.

“I want to fuck you like this forever,”
he growled.
 
“Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she said, as one of his hands slid
down her belly and began rubbing her clit as he fucked her.

His dick was so hard, and it was sending
shockwaves of pleasure through her most private place, her center.

He stroked her so good, she couldn’t
believe it.

“You feel so tight,” he muttered.
 
“I’m going to come soon.”

“Please come,” she whispered.

 
Soon, he was stroking in and out rapidly,
and she could feel him building to an explosion.

As he fucked her harder and faster, she
was closing in on another climax as well.

Everything was coming to a head, and her
mind spun from the intensity of it all.

“Oh, shit,” he said.
 
“That feels so fucking good.
 
You’re so wet, baby.”

“Oh, Liam,” she moaned.

And then she felt him releasing into her
wetness, their bodies and juices mingling, the scent of heavy sex hanging in
the air as they both climaxed at once.

Grace could feel his hard, muscular body
going rigid as he came.
 
He released
everything into her, thrusting hard and deep.

“I want to cum deep in you,” he
said.
 
“Just like this.”
  
He pumped again and again.
 
“You feel it deep, baby?”

“I feel it,” she nodded.

And she did.

She truly did.

***

Later, they were lying in bed, naked.

Liam was staring up at the ceiling and
Grace turned to her side and faced him, up on her elbow.
 
“What are you thinking?” she asked.

He sighed.
 
“Just how fucked up my life is right
now.”

“Is it my fault?”

He looked at her.
 
“Of course not.”

“What can I do to help?”

Liam gave her a crooked grin and then
reached out and stroked her face for a moment.
 
“Don’t stop being you.”

“That’s easy,” she laughed.

“Not for all of us.”
 
Liam returned to looking at the
ceiling.
 
“I’m going to have to tear
my family apart if I want to remain in control of the business.”

“Do you even want to be in charge?” she
said.

He shrugged.
 
“It’s my birthright.
 
At least, I always thought it was.
 
I’ve been groomed for this my entire
life, but it comes at a high price.
 
Maybe I don’t want it after all.”

“What would you do if they cut you out
entirely?
 
Would you
be…like…destitute or something?”

Liam raised his eyebrows.
 
“I suppose I would be.
 
All of my money comes from the business,
from my inheritance.
 
They could shut
my supply off in a heartbeat if they end up having legal control of the whole
thing.”

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, Mother was trying to cut me out
and she had the power to do it.”

“Liam, I can’t allow you to lose
everything because of our relationship.”
 
Grace shook her head.
 
“It’s
too much responsibility.
 
I’ll feel
guilty forever.”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied.
 
“None of it.
 
I pursued you from the very beginning,
Grace.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door
to the suite.

Liam sat up.
 
“Hello?” he called out loudly.

“It’s Easton and Red,” came the response
through the door.
 
That was Easton’s
voice.

“Go away,” Liam shouted.

“Liam, this is Red Jameson.
 
We need to talk.”

Grace sighed.
 
“Oh, no.”

“What is this, an intervention?” Liam
muttered.
 
He moved off the bed and
began getting dressed.

Grace did the same.

She wondered what this was all
about.
 
She didn’t imagine it was
going to be anything good.

Liam went to the door and opened it, as
Grace hovered in the background, wishing she could disappear.

Red and Easton entered, powerful and
intimidating in their dark suits and their confident bearing.

“Liam,” Easton said.
 
“Are you okay?
 
Is your jaw all right?”

Liam closed the door and regarded his
one-time friend stiffly.
 
“I’m fine,
buddy.
 
Don’t worry about me.”

Red glanced at the two of them.
 
“Just settle down.
 
We’re not here for another three round
fight.”

“It wasn’t even a one-round fight,”
Easton said wryly.

“We can try again now that I’m sober,”
Liam told him.
 
“I’ll put your
fucking head through the wall.”

Easton grinned back at him.
 
“Maybe this time I’ll break your jaw so
you stop talking shit.”

“Enough,” Red said, his voice raising.

Something about it seemed to quiet the
two feuding men.
 
Red looked at
Grace and then sighed.
 
“We needed
to come here and speak with the two of you about what’s going on.
 
This is quickly turning into a personal
and professional disaster.”

“Why do you care?” Liam asked.

“I care because Grace works for my
company, as does Easton.
 
And both
of them care about you.”

Liam shook his head.
 
“This isn’t anyone’s business but mine.
Grace’s and mine, that is,” he corrected himself.

“The comment you made about Grace being
your girlfriend has already hit the tabloids,” Red replied.
 
“It’s being said that she’s the cause of
your family dispute.
 
Things are
going to get very messy soon.
 
Believe
me—I’m well acquainted with the road you’re going down.”

“It’s not my concern,” Liam said.
 
“What the public thinks has no bearing
on the situation.”

Easton rolled his eyes.
 
“Are you seriously this dense?”

“Don’t talk to me about dense,” Liam
said.
 
“You’re lucky that a normal
woman took pity on you.
 
Suddenly
you’re a relationship expert.”

“You need to get out in front of this
story,” Red told him.
 
“Your brother
and sister are going to mount a very dedicated, very harmful tactical offensive
against you.
 
And from what I can
tell, you’re not preparing to defend yourself in any way.”

“If they want a fight, they’re picking
the wrong guy to bully,” Liam said.

“This isn’t an MMA fight,” Easton
growled.
 
“It’s going to be won in
the media and the courtroom.
 
It’s
not something where you can just tuck your chin and let the opponent punch
themselves out.
 
And you can’t hide
away, drink yourself into oblivion and expect it to all just get better, either.”

“You seem to have it all figured out for
me,” Liam told them.
 
He folded his
arms.
 
“So enlighten me.
 
What should I be doing?”

Red placed his hands on his hips.
 
“You need to lawyer up.
 
You need to get the best legal counsel
available, immediately.”

Easton was nodding along with Red.
 
“And you have to get your PR person on
this,” he said.

“What PR person?” Liam asked.

“You need a public relations expert to
handle the media side of things,” Red said.
 
“And they have to be experienced in very
messy, public scandals.
 
You need
them to be able to respond to the allegations that will be made against you,
and they need to formulate the attack you’ll wage against your opponents.”

“Opponents?” Liam scoffed.
 
“You’re talking about my siblings.”
 
His eyes narrowed.
 
“And I hardly even know you.”

Red glanced at Easton as if reconsidering
his tactics.

Easton looked at Grace.
 
“This’ll be rough on you,” he said.

“I have nothing to do with any of it,”
she said.
 
“I don’t understand half
of what you’re talking about.”

“It’s going to become about you as much
as him,” Red told her.
 
“Especially
now that Liam mentioned your name to the media.
 
There will be digging by reporters, and
even more digging by the estate’s lawyers and media consultants.
 
They’ll be trying to make you look like
a manipulative gold digger.”

“This is ridiculous,” Liam told
them.
 
“You’re just trying to scare
her.”

“No, we’re trying to prepare her,” Red
replied.

“And we’re trying to snap you out of the
fog you’re in,” Easton said.
 
“You
can’t sit around anymore, Liam.
 
You
need to grow the hell up.
 
Pronto.”

Liam smirked.
 
“My mother’s body isn’t even cold.
 
And you expect me to start attacking my
grieving family members?”

“They’re starting to attack you,” Easton
shot back.
 
“You can believe that.”

Grace put her hand on Liam’s arm and he
flinched away.
 
He was like a
cornered animal, and even his lip was curling into a primitive snarl as Easton
and Red continued their barrage.

While Grace understood their concerns,
she also knew that Liam could only tolerate so much.
 
He was very fragile emotionally, and his
immense guilt over his mother’s death was clouding his judgment.