One night stand with my daddy's best friend

Chapter 11

Ava

Hours must have passed since I arrived at Liam's house.

It was dark outside and the air was much cooler. Yet, it felt like mere minutes since I climbed the porch steps and rang the doorbell.

The outdoor lighting behind me danced in his eyes, giving them an otherworldly quality. He leaned back in his chair, a stealthy strength in his arms and chest. Something twisted in my belly.

What if I crawled over the table and climbed into his lap? Would he wrap his arms around me? Call me a good girl again?

A thrill feathered across my neck and I shivered. I wish.

"Are you getting cold?" Liam sat up. "No, I'm fine."

"It is chilly." He looked around. "And dark. I've kept you out here for too long."

Not long enough. I almost said the thought out loud.

He drew up to his full height and started clearing the table.

He claimed my dad used to be much bigger than him. If that was right, he'd filled out quite nicely.

I licked my lips, wondering what it'd feel like to run my tongue down his body. Maybe pull his cock into my mouth. Let him thrust deep into my throat. Another shiver rocked my body.

Liam missed nothing. His eyes turned to slits, jaw clenched. Like he was mad.

"Let's go inside." He drew me up by the arm. "Quickly."

I laughed, rising to my feet. I'd been doing that-laughing a lot tonight. Laughing. It was so easy with Liam.

Most of the time, he was so serious. The only emotions I could detect from him were hiding in his eyes. Yet, the atmosphere around him was warm and welcoming. Maybe that was what made him such a good doctor. My insides seized up. I wanted to be the only being taken care of by him.

It made me want to throw myself into his arms and stay there forever.

We crossed the threshold into the house. Liam let my hand go and headed to the trash can. I clenched my fist, missing his warmth.

Once he disposed of the empty takeout containers, he made his way to the sink. His face was set in a firm line as he washed his hands, giving attention to every inch.

I couldn't help myself. "What are you doing?"

He turned, cocking his head. "Washing my hands?"

The overhead bulb was softer than the light outside and made his face kinder.

"I know. But you're scrubbing every finger. So thorough." "Come on." He waved a soapy hand.

I hesitantly moved closer.

"Give me your hands." He reached out with his own. I eyed them, then placed mine in his.

One side of his mouth ticked up. Using my hands, he drew me close. "Hands under the faucet."

I swallowed and did as he asked. He moved from my side for a second.

The very next, his body was covering mine from behind.

I sucked in a breath, feeling everything. His chest against my back, his palms covering the backs of my hands, his breath on my neck. "Let's wash, shall we?"

Did he just nudge my nape with his nose?

Before I could make sense of that, a sweet feeling traveled from my fingers up my arms. Liam was washing my hands.

No, washing wasn't quite right.

He took each finger, caressing it softly, massaging the soap into it. His thumbs rubbed my palms gently, up to my wrists, then back down.

My breath stuck in my lungs. My heartbeat slowed. I couldn't do anything. Just feel.

My eyes fell shut and I savored his closeness.

"How does this feel?" he whispered against my neck. "Um." I licked my lips. "Good."

"Thoroughly cleaned hands are good," he said, a hint of humor in his tone.

I blinked open to see him looking at my face over my shoulder. Not just at me.

His eyes took in all my features. From the freckles across my nose to my eyelashes. They came to rest on my lips.

I felt them part.

The rush of cold water snapped me out of my trance. I focused on my hands as Liam rinsed them off.

"There you go." His voice still had its hypnotic quality. "All clean."

I pulled my hands back and skirted away from him, finally managing to pull a deep breath. "Yep, feels good."

He chuckled, snatched a towel, and tossed it at me.

I caught it quickly and wiped my hands. Just to have something to do other than ogling him, I looked around the house.

It had high ceilings with wooden beams running across them. The walls were covered in a warm beige color and beneath my feet was lovely hardwood flooring.

I'd always thought it was one of the most beautiful old homes in town when I drove past. But now, being inside was even more fascinating.

"Your home is beautiful," I blurted out. "It is."

I turned to Liam but he wasn't looking at the space around us. His eyes were zeroed in on me, dark and intense. I lost my train of thought.

I shook my head to regain focus; Liam was speaking to me. "Ever been inside before now?"

"No."

"And you thought it was beautiful?" He sauntered over. "Well, from the outside."

He laughed and I rolled my eyes.

God, he loved to tease. He and Linea would get along well. I paused. Why was I thinking that?

"Come on. I'll give you a tour." "Oh, um, great."

I really should have been going home. I'd come here wanting to get to know Liam better. And I had, while having a nice, casual dinner with him.

I could make my assessment of his character later, when I was in the quiet of my own home. Where I should be headed right now.

Instead, my feet followed him. The need to be near him won out over anything else. Linea would groan in frustration if she saw me now.

Thank goodness I was here alone with Liam.

Liam led me down a short walkway, opening doors to different rooms. Everything was clean and in its proper place, but it was sterile, like the rooms were hardly used.

"You were an only child," I stated more than asked.

He paused on his way out of what used to be the drawing room. "Yes." "How did you and your parents deal with so many empty rooms?"

His eyes took on a faraway look that indicated fond memories. "When I was younger, it was great for hide and seek. On weekends, my parents would host parties for friends. But as I grew older, I ended up spending most of my time at your dad's." "That's lovely."

His eyes held mine and his mouth twitched. "Yes, it was."

When we finished looking at the rooms downstairs, we headed up to the second floor.

"There are five bedrooms with three baths." "Wow." My eyes widened. "That's big."

"Didn't feel like such a big deal when it was built, I'm sure. Times are different now."

"I know," I murmured, thinking of my tiny apartment that I could walk through in two minutes.

On the contrary, I could get lost in this house.

Liam pointed to a door. "Bedroom one." He kept moving and pointing them out. "They're all the same thing. Four-poster beds, dressers, the works."

He pushed a door open for me to see. "My parents wanted to maintain the integrity of the old home."

"And you want that, too?"

"Yeah." He scrunched his face. "Kind of. I won't touch the inside, but I'm adding a deck in the back and there's the clinic, so..."

I smiled and pointed to a door. "What's that one?" "That's my room."

It'd been great seeing the house so far, but this would be the icing on the cake. "Oh, Dr. Cooper, I'm curious to see where you sleep."

His chest rumbled with laughter. "It's very basic. You'll be disappointed." He pushed open the door and let me pass.

My brows lifted as I took in the space. Light curtains covered the windows and the floor had a soft rug. His bed was a king-sized four-poster and there was a nightstand with a reading lamp. What struck me, though, was its similarity with the rest of the house.

Everything was spick-and-span.

"Do you sleep here?" I spun to him. He shrugged. "Yes, why?"

"Um, hello? It looks-"I made my way in, turning in a circle, looking for something out of place "-too clean."

"Is that bad?"

"No, I guess I'm just so used to seeing messy homes. It's almost like a no one lives here."

Liam prowled toward me, his gaze dark. "Do I look like no one?"

I couldn't tear my gaze away from his. "No, I just meant..." I licked my lips and his eyes followed the movement.

My blood turned to liquid heat in my veins. Probably the pregnancy hormones had me horny as hell.

Having sex with Liam wasn't why I came here. I took in a shaky breath. "I should go."

Yet, my feet wouldn't budge.

Liam took a step closer and lined up his front with mine. His hand lifted and swept across my cheek tenderly. My eyes fell shut, body trembling.

"You should stay," he rasped, "maybe get dirty with me in my room." Then his mouth covered mine.

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I wrapped my hands around his neck, winding my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.

He groaned and wrapped firm hands around my hips, pulling me harder against him and grinding.

His length pressed against my stomach, but I wanted to taste him. "Sit," I said, my voice shaky.

Just as he sat, I got on my knees.

No belt buckle got in my way today. It was sinful how this man made sweatpants look sexy. I pulled them down, my breath rushing out of me.

Liam's hard cock filled my hand and I stroked. His body tensed, a groan coming from his lips.

I hadn't even begun yet.

Keeping my eyes on his, I licked the underside of his cock. The crown beaded with precum and I rolled my tongue around it. The salty flavor burst on my tongue and I moaned. "Fuck." Liam bucked, thrusting deeper into my mouth.

I shivered. Since the last time we were together, this was all I could think about. And now I was savoring it.

Going all in, I wrapped both hands around the base and took him deeper. "Fuck, Ava." He swept my hair back, rutting deeper into my throat.

"Feels so good. I don't want to hurt you. Can't help it. Feels-ahh, fuck." My core clenched. Giving him pleasure gave me pleasure.

I felt powerful making him lose his composure.

As I stroked the base of his cock, I continued to lick and suck Liam into my mouth. I snaked one hand between my thighs and stroked my aching clit.

A moan escaped my throat, and he groaned at the sensation.

"I want to come inside you, Ava." Liam pulled me up. "Sit on my cock-ride daddy's cock."

A tingle danced down my spine, setting my core on fire. I quickly kicked off my sandals and slid my panties off.

I skipped taking off my dress; I didn't want to wait any longer. Liam didn't mind. He collected me into his arms as I straddled him. "That's a good girl," he murmured as his cock grazed my folds.

I moaned, burying my face in his neck. My hips circled his dick, searching for the tip, yearning to be filled. "I want you inside me, daddy."

"How could I say no to my baby girl?" he growled as he drove into me. My cry echoed through the bedroom. Whimpers and moans followed as

Liam thrust into me.

His hands on my hips kept me steady, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the space.

A tingle started in my lower belly. "Daddy, I think I'm going to come." "Fuck, so soon?" His movements turned shaky.

He moved one hand between us to stroke my clit. "That's it, Ava. Take daddy's cock."

His words drove me wild. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I rolled my hips, chasing my orgasm.

"That's right. Come all over my cock," Liam cooed.

My body seized up, then I exploded. I couldn't stop the keening wail that escaped my lips.

Liam's shaft felt so full inside me as I pulsed around him. "So good," I cried.

He kissed my lips hard as he filled me with his cum. Heat flooded my

depths and I came again.

He murmured a curse but didn't let up. He cupped my face and his lips softened, kissing me tenderly.

When my limbs turned weak, I sagged against him.

He held me close and stroked my hair softly. "Should we-" "Do it again?" I offered.

"I was going to say take off our clothes," he chuckled. "We can do both."