breeding ground for a butterfly farm. He shifts closer behind me and we’re completely flush, his body now touching every part of mine. The sensation causes every neuron in my body to fire and I’m starting to hyperventilate and overheat at the same time. What’s happening? What is he doing to me?
“I want to be your mate, Sara; you and I need each other, and we shouldn’t be alone,” he murmurs into my neck.
The feel of his breath on my skin warms me even more. I don’t like this; well, no, that’s a lie, I like this a lot, but he needs to stop touching me like this. We shouldn’t be this close, he should leave, it’s not right. How did this become about us? I wonder as Liam slides his hand lower to my butterfly-filled stomach and forces my body into his even closer. This needs to stop now! I’m sure that it’s his dick I’m feeling through my shorts…this is crazy, what is he doing? The panic and excitement are growing.
“Liam,” I say, and it comes out sounding more like a moan then a stop command. I can’t fucking trust my voice not to sound like a horny twat, so I try to stop this by placing my hand on top of his, which lingers over my lower stomach. He doesn’t interpret my hand on his as asking him to stop—he simply moves his hand and places it over my hand. His lips are still at the curve of my neck and I’m not sure what’s happening or if it’s my imagination, but I swear I feel him ever so slightly grinding into me. It’s either that or The Pierre is shaking.
“Liam!” I try again, but I sound like a woman who hasn’t been laid in months. I just had sex last night with Jeff, why am I not stopping him? Alarm bells go off inside my mind, my body is ready to go to war with my brain. This man probably has feelings for my best friend; he’s trying to find a way to talk to her, so why are we dry humping each other? Am I also grinding into him? Fuck! I can’t stop. I’m a whore. He guides both of our hands up my body, using my hand to touch me, and it feels wrong, but I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never been sexual with another man besides Jeffery. I feel like I’m cheating on him and it’s fucking ludicrous because he’s freaking married! This, this is what’s wrong with me. I feel loyal to a man with whom, in the eyes of society, I’ve been cheating with for over a decade. That thought makes me laugh out loud.
“Are you taking a piss out of me, Sara?” he says as he stops driving his hips into me.
I turn to look at him, thankful for this moment of clarity. Once I calm my head and pinpoint those gorgeous blue eyes of his, I know that Liam Knight is about to become the catalyst I need to leave my old ways and JJ behind. Maybe fate threw me a bone by bringing this British dude to help me. He doesn’t need to know about my epiphany, but I’m about to use him. I should let him fuck me until I’m strong enough to leave Jeff. I’ve tried everything else, but I’ve never tried to be the person I always pretend to be. Being loyal and waiting hasn’t gotten me anywhere in life. All I’ve managed to do is invent a life and lie for the sake of everyone else while fading to nothing on the inside. Why shouldn’t I fuck someone else? I gave Jeff everything: my life, loyalty, and my love, but now I will do whatever I can to give myself to someone else.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him.
He smirks and shakes his head. “Forgive me for being a wanker. I don’t know where this came from. We should stop, if you want. I truly have no bloody excuse. I…I simply got carried away with your fit bum so close to my knob and you smell perfect. I shouldn’t be in bed with Emily’s best mate. I don’t even know who that bloke is to you from last night. It’s just…you’re truly lovely, and I reckon it a bit odd but I fancy being close to you, and it may sound strange, but I want to be the one to help