Intertwined (Redemption #2) Page 6

  “I need more coffee.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Uhh, yup.” I slide out from underneath him and yank the towel off of his ass as I walk away from the bed. My sex is crying out to me, wanting me to go back to him so I can feel sated from a release, but I choose to ignore it as best as I can with my back turned toward him.

  I head downstairs and pour myself a mug full of coffee and lean against the island. I swear, I almost spit out the coffee when he walks downstairs completely naked and comfortable with his erect cock aimed in my direction.

  I swallow the sip of coffee as he comes up to me and takes the mug, taking a long drink of the hot liquid before passing it back to me. As I take a drink, he lifts me up and sits me on the island. My eyes widen as I almost spill the coffee on him, but I steady myself in time and take another drink.

  As I move the mug away from my lips, he tilts my chin to the side and starts to kiss my neck. The soft kisses turn into nips and bites, and soon, I know that he’ll start marking me if I don’t push him away.

  “Liam.”

  “Isla,” he challenges.

  Thank God that my phone starts to ring because I’m about to let him fuck me right here. “It’s probably Wade.”

  “It’s early, so he can wait.”

  “You’re so demanding.”

  “I know what I want, doll.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “You.”

  A long moment of silence follows the vibrations of my phone in which we just watch each other, our bodies paused while pressed together, neither of us wanting to make the first move.

  He ultimately goes first when he cups my cheek and takes my lips again just as my phone starts to vibrate once more. He groans and pushes away from me to follow the noise. He’s standing with his bare back to me in the living room, and I cannot help but drink in all of his masculinity. My eyes lower from his broad shoulders to his taut ass, and I take in a long, steady breath to help calm my need for him. Hell, to calm my own fingers.

  I’ve always been attracted to him, but seeing him stark naked in my own space has intensified my desire to have him, and frankly, I’m not okay with that.

  “Brass, what the fuck is so important that you need to interrupt my play?” I hear him say. He pauses a beat and then chuckles. It’s a laugh that I haven’t heard in a while, one that lets me know that he’s got his mind on something other than his rescue efforts and more on things that he wants them to be on.

  “Yeah. I’m going to crash here,” he says. “I’ll stop by later to pick up my shit.” Another pause and then he adds, “All right, see ya, fucker.”

  He sets my phone back down and turns to face me with his cock hanging heavily between his legs. He’s not as hard as he was a moment ago, and I blame Brass for that, but when I place the mug down and lift my sweatshirt up and off of my body, his cock bounces back to life.

  He takes quick strides across the living room, and once he’s in the kitchen, he pulls me off of the island and into his arms. I press my bare breasts onto his chest, loving the skin-on-skin contact as well as the heat it seems to create between us. He starts pushing my leggings down my ass as he takes two steps at a time to get us to my bedroom before he unravels me right here on the staircase.

  I sink down into the mattress as he works my leggings off and tosses them aside before adjusting my body on the bed and crawling on top of me. He places kisses along my calf as he makes his way farther up. His lips and fingers still at my hips, daring me to thrust myself up to his mouth, but I force myself to hold back instead.

  I don’t usually let him lead the entire time, but I’m actually enjoying this early-morning fuck session by giving up my control to him.

  His fingers dig into my sides as he runs his tongue up the middle of my body, pausing to sink it into my belly button and circle it once before making his way up to my breasts. I may not have those obnoxiously fake tits like those women last night did, but I’m proud of my girls.

  He cups each of them and toys with my nipples with his thumbs as he bites down on my collarbone. Goose bumps break out over my skin as he moves up and seductively nips at my neck before trailing kisses back down the center of my body.

  One of his hands slides down from my left breast to find my thigh and separate my legs enough for him to settle between them. My hips sway up to him of their own accord as he skims his knuckles over my now-damp entrance.

  I lean up on my elbows just in time to watch him push his left ring finger inside of me, causing me to constrict around him immediately.

  He throws a glance up at me while I bite at the corner of my lip.

  “Let’s see how fast I can make you come with my mouth.”

  Before I can protest, the flat of his tongue is dragging over my clitoris, making my entire body come alive with one solitary lick. I shove my hands into his hair as he continues his torturous devouring of my sex.

  The addition of his middle finger in me as he bends them up to meet my spot makes me shiver. I tug on the strands of hair that I’m able to grab as my orgasm builds behind his tongue. He starts working my clit faster, and a rush of disorienting pleasure takes over until my body is surrounded in the sensation.

  My mouth falls open in a silent moan for him as the sudden vibrations of the fast and vigorous orgasm leave me speechless. His tongue and fingers don’t stop until I’ve come down from my high altogether.

  “Record time, doll. That vibrator of yours must not be holding up.”

  “Fuck you,” I hiss and shove his mouth off of me.

  His chuckle fills my bedroom as he climbs up my body and grabs hold of his cock. “Are you still on the pill or do I need a condom again?”

  “I’m on the pill, you dickweed. Now fuck me before I no longer want you to.”

  Liam is the only man who I’ve allowed to fuck me without a condom. Why? It’s simple, really. I trust him. He told me that he’s clean, and I swore the same. The trust between us is mutual, and it always has been.

  He angles his head so it sits between my wet lips, and I swear that I can feel his cock twitch with need. I lean forward and bite down on his lower lip, reopening the cut that I made last night.

  He lifts his hand and runs two fingers over his lip before he holds them away from his face, inspecting the blood on them. “You play fucking dirty.”

  I smile and lean up, capturing his mouth with mine. I get lost in our kiss until I feel his heavy head sink into me, causing me to whimper against his handsome grin.

  “Oh God.”

  “You’ve missed me.”

  “Shut up and fuck me, Jensen.”

  He closes his mouth on mine again as he slides the rest of his lengthy cock into me, filling me to my hilt. I bite down on his lip again, tasting the tinge of blood as he pulls out of me and achingly slowly fills me again.

  “Liam.”

  “Isla,” he grits out.

  She’s unapologetically herself when I’m buried inside of her like this; she’s thrashing underneath my hold as I nail into her with a sure and steady rhythm; she’s looking up at me as if I’ll devastate her with my very touch.

  It only causes me to pick up my pace and start fucking her the way she’s used to feeling me.

  Her fingers are currently digging into my shoulder blades, and the moment she starts to drag her nails down my back is when I let out a rumbled grunt. She’s not done this before, but I won’t fight her on something that she wants. I adjust her, pushing her knees up until I’m able to bury myself deeper inside of her.

  She expels a long, drawn-out scream as her body tightens around mine further.

  “Jesus, doll. There you go. I need you to come all over my cock.”

  She whimpers at my demand and rotates her hips, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. I need her to come. Right this fucking second because I’m unsure of how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out.

  “Liam.”

  “Give it to me. Squeeze my cock,
doll.”

  Her faces flushes with a wave of heat, she bats her eyelids closed, and her body goes rigid beneath mine before she starts to tremble with the onslaught of a concentrated orgasm. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous both in and out of bed, and watching an orgasm rip her apart is breathtaking.

  She digs her nails deeper into my back to the point that I feel them pierce my skin. I swear that I can feel the blood run over my skin, but I choose to ignore it as I slam my cock into her as she comes undone around me.

  With a few more anxious thrusts, I’m able to let go and lose myself in her orgasm that is squeezing my entire shaft. She milks me for all that I’ve got, and I rest my face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as our bodies soar together.

  A couple of moments pass by before I start to dislodge myself from her. She throws her head back onto the pillow, exhaling as her hands go to her now fucked-up braid, first loosening it and then running her fingers through the inky strands. I grab her wrist and hold her hand out in front of me.

  The tips of her fingers are shamelessly stained with my blood. I raise an eyebrow and glance down at her.

  “I wasn’t aware that you were into blood play.”

  She frowns and pulls her hand from mine, glancing at her nails. “Holy shit. Did I hurt you?”

  “Nah, you’re all good.”

  “Are you sure? Let me see what I did, Liam.”

  I groan as I pull the rest of my semi-hard length out of her and watch my release leak from her before I sit up on my knees. She follows suit, but shifts off of the bed and walks to my back. Her gasp tells me all that I need to know. She truly let herself go with me this morning.

  “You look . . . hot. I can’t believe that I did that to you.”

  “Yeah? It can’t be that bad, can it?”

  “Liam, it looks like you were mauled,” she says through a snicker and walks into the bathroom. I get up and follow her when I hear the shower start. The bathroom is quickly filling up with steam when I turn my back to the mirror as it starts to fog up. I have multiple scratch marks running down my back with blood starting to dry up around them.

  “You’re a fucking beast.”

  “Hey,” she scolds as she steps under the hot stream of water, throwing me the most innocent smile that she is able to muster up.

  “Hey yourself. Quit hogging the shower,” I say as I step in behind her. As the hot water hits my back, the cuts burn and I cringe. “Yeah, you’re definitely an animal.”

  “I am not,” she says as she spins around in front of me and smacks my chest. “Plus, you liked it.”

  “I won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing that, but I would let you do it again.”

  “Deal,” she says before leaning forward and placing her lips on mine.

  We finish up our shower, and she gets dressed upstairs while I grab my shit and head down to the living room to get dressed.

  An hour later, we’re in her Porsche and on our way to Brass’s place. Seeing as it’s Sunday, I know that he’ll be home with Hadley. When we arrive at the Waldorf Astoria Chicago Residence, Isla’s Porsche gets valeted, and we make our way to the fucker’s penthouse.

  Once we’re in the private elevator, I wind my arm around Isla’s waist from behind, which causes her to look up at me.

  “Hey.”

  “You haven’t lost your touch, doll.”

  I think that she starts to blush, but she turns her face away from me so I’m unable to see. An odd want comes over me as I reach for her chin and lean down to lock our lips together. She doesn’t pull away or protest as she normally would when we’re about to be in the public eye. She turns her petite body into mine, and I don’t hesitate to move my hand down the column of her neck before sliding it underneath the collar of her coat. It may not be much, but I’ll take whatever skin-on-skin contact I’m able to get.

  “Liam . . .”

  “We could stop the elevator.”

  “I . . .”

  As if on cue, the elevator comes to a stop, and I’m insulted by the fucking ping that it makes. Reluctantly, I remove my hand from underneath her clothing as the doors slide open. Instead of taking a step forward and into the lobby to Wade’s front door, Isla lingers, leaning up on her toes to place a soft kiss on the line of my jaw and taking me by surprise.

  I move her hair to one shoulder and bend down to take her lips once more before I lace our fingers together and lead her out of the elevator and to the front door, knocking twice before I turn my attention back to her.

  “I wanted to ask you if you’d be interested in going to the Cubs’ opening game with me next weekend?”

  “Uhh, you bet your ass that I’m going. Do you still have your season tickets?”

  “I do. Are you in?”

  “Only if you swear that you’ll be taking me to all of the games that you plan on attending. You know that I’m a Cubbie’s girl.”

  “Don’t push your luck.”

  “I’m not. I’m giving your whiny ass an ultimatum,” she says as the front door opens. Instantly, the heat of her hand leaves mine, and for some reason, it pisses me off. It’s not enough to be beside her. I need to be able to touch her without restriction, and I’m not completely understanding why.

  I look up to find Hadley and Isla hugging before they pull away from each other, and Isla walks into their two-story penthouse.

  “Hi, you two,” Hadley says as I draw her into a slight hug.

  “How are you, Hads? Keeping Wade’s dick happy?”

  “It’s good to see you too, Liam,” she says with a laugh and leads us into the living room where we are met by Wade.

  “There the fucker is,” he says toward me.

  “Oh? So what? Nothing for Isla? I see how it is, you asshole,” Isla bites out but wraps her arms around his neck while she’s on her tiptoes as a greeting.

  “I’m glad you think so highly of me, Isla.”

  “I could tell you where to stick it, but I think that Hads takes care of you too much.” Wade chuckles before she adds, “Hi, brass balls.”

  He tugs on her earlobe before letting her go. It’s something that he’s always done with her.

  Hadley laughs as she joins us, carrying tumblers for whiskey and placing them on the coffee table in front of the couches.

  “Keep those thoughts to yourself, Isla,” Wade insists, and I shake my head at him. He loathes the idea of sharing anything of Hadley, especially while I’m around, and no, I do not blame him. I wanted her. I would have ruined her if I had the chance, and he knew where my thoughts ran when they were first dating each other.

  “What do you want to drink?” Hadley asks to break up the tension that still revolves around Wade and I on occasion.

  “Anything that you’d like, Rye,” Wade tells her, and Isla takes a seat on the same couch as me, but distances herself by placing a cushion between us. That too pisses me off. Hadley and Wade both know that we do more than eye-fuck each other, and I do not see the issue with them seeing us together here this afternoon.

  “You’ve got it, Whiskey,” she replies and purses her lips as she walks away to the cabinet that houses some of their finest whiskeys.

  Wade takes a seat on the other couch and winces.

  “Does that shit still hurt?”

  “Like a bitch.”

  “Fuck, man. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t concern yourself with it. I’m sure that you have more important fucking around to do.”

  “Waylon Brass,” Isla interrupts and leans forward to take a drink from Hadley, “Control your ego, and I’ll control Liam’s cock.”

  “Jesus, Isla, I do not need nor do I want any more details about your lives together. I’ve had to deal with Adriana’s off mood at work lately, and I will not put myself in a similar situation here with this hookup game.”

  Both Isla’s and Hadley’s jaws drop open, but Hads quickly recovers, whereas Isla seems to be speechless. Motherfucker.

  I watch Isla swallow a healthy mouthf
ul of Glenlivet 45-Year-Old, and instead of speaking, I follow her lead and take a drink of the single malt Scotch and throw my head back as the silky feel of the liquid clears my lips and opens up as it hits my tongue. Sweet fruit and vanilla syrup transform into a gentle spiciness of ginger once I swallow the sip.

  “Thanks, Hads. This is great.”

  “Of course,” Hadley replies and takes a seat on Wade’s lap. I take another drink, forcing a swallow as I watch Isla purposely angle her body toward the armrest instead of toward me.

  “Are you ready to go, Isla?”

  “What?” She pouts as she turns to face me. “We just got here.”

  “Yeah, and I just needed to collect my shit.”

  “Uhh, all right.” She places her tumbler down once she swallows the remainder and stands up. “Hads, we need to go out and get wasted without these two assholes. I swear they are worse than two women.”

  Wade chuckles, but I remain quiet. He knows that he’s made me uncomfortable due to his uneasiness with me. We’ll talk about it, but not while we are in the presence of these two. Between the two of us, we’ve thrown enough fists at one another to last us each a lifetime.

  “We’ll need another night with those red-headed-slut shots.”

  “Oh hell yes, we do,” Isla replies to Hadley as I head upstairs to grab my two suitcases from their guest room before returning.

  Isla has her coat on and is saying goodbye to Wade as I round the corner and grab my coat. I pull it onto each arm before buttoning it up and offering my hand out to Wade. “Let me know when you’re free to go for a drink, Brass,” I say, interrupting the two of them.

  “Will do. We can head to Blended sometime this week.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Isla opens the door, holding it wide for me to get my bags through before we enter into the elevator.

  “Bye, assholes,” Isla shoots out as the elevator doors close, and we’re suddenly surrounded by silence.

  “I didn’t know that things were still tense between the two of you,” she says as she inspects her almost-black nails. I cannot help but watch her as she does it instead of answering her. Her eyes lift and meet mine, asking me for a response that I’m not entirely sure how to give. It’s not often that Wade and I push each other, but I know that he’s pissed about Addy and Isla more than he is about my sexual references around Hadley.