How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,78
back and wrapped her legs around me.
I had always dreamed of Emily being sexual like this.
She always showed herself as calm, tame, and with a touch of innocence. But there was nothing innocent about what we were going to do on the counter in the back of her bakery.
I kissed her like I did the night before. The way a woman should be kissed.
I reached between my legs and unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock.
Emily then started to laugh.
I broke the kiss. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t believe you shouted clit to everyone,” she said. “Over and over.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I would have been mortified.”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Not even me?”
“Babe, I’m holding my cock in my hand, rock hard, and your pussy is soaked, ready for me. Do you really want to talk about life?”
“What if I said yes?” Emily teased.
“Then I’d distract you.”
“How so?”
I grabbed her right hand and put it to my cock.
Emily swallowed hard and bit her lip.
She nodded. “Okay… you win…”
She pulled and I moved toward her.
As I sank myself deep into her body, I put my forehead to hers.
Our eyes locked tighter than her pussy around my shaft.
I thrust and took myself to the hilt. And I paused for a few seconds.
She throbbed.
My heart raced.
She leaned back some more on the counter and flickered just the smallest of a vixen smile.
My hands grabbed her curved hips.
And we made something entirely new that the bakery had never seen before.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Emily
I shut my eyes and threw my arms around Liam’s shoulders.
His hands slipped between my ass and the stainless-steel counter.
He lifted me up, still pumping his body with speed and force.
The sounds of our breathing echoed around, mixing with the sound of his body colliding with mine.
“Come for me again, babe,” he growled into my ear. “Come right now so we can finish together.”
I locked my ankles around his body and just held on as he moved fast, building himself into coming. I didn’t think Liam could get any bigger, but as he swelled up… it was…
“Ah,” I managed to whimper in the last two seconds leading up to him climaxing.
He pulled me down hard against him.
That first throb of him…
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Yeah, babe, I know,” he whispered.
I started to come again.
In the back of my bakery.
In the arms of Liam.
With my life being thrown all around me in pieces.
I stood near the side of the stage.
Liam leaned over my guitar and kissed my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em.”
“I think you’re just drunk,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sure I’m drunk,” he said. “But you’re still beautiful.”
“Promise me something, Liam.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t get up on stage and sing tonight,” I said.
He laughed and then he kissed me on the lips.
In public.
Not that many people could see us or knew who we were.
The music club scene was still new to me. And it was a far cry from anyone Liam knew too.
Ernie got up on stage and announced my name, along with Carla and Faye’s.
They were right there, walking by me, looking sexy with big smiles.
Carla glanced at Liam, then me, then she winked.
I blushed, feeling like there was a glowing sign above my head that read I LET LIAM FUCK ME IN THE BACK OF MY BAKERY JUST HOURS AGO!
Or maybe it was the smile that refused to leave my face.
Or maybe it was the fact that when Carla texted me that Ernie wanted us to sing tonight, I said yes without a second of hesitation. Because Liam was right next to me when it happened.
He then grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the bakery so we could catch a ride to my apartment.
There he waited as I got changed and got my guitar.
Standing at the front door with a grin on his face, forever telling me I was beautiful.
We rushed from the apartment, holding hands, to another ride waiting outside for us.
Liam took care of it all.
He told me just to focus on being excited to sing and play guitar.
The man who supported me. Who acted like he… loved me.
I knew he cared about me. That was for sure.
Somewhere in the depths of my heart, that burn of mistake or guilt faded by the minute with him.
I was getting something I wanted.
And I wanted him.
I wanted Liam.
I wanted it all.
I looked back at him as I walked across the stage.
There were people already clapping and cheering. Because they knew Carla and Faye’s names.