The Last Betrayal (23 page)

She nods her head in agreement before retrieving her bag from the floor by her feet. Standing up, she turns to me to say, “Thank you for the last hour. For your support. Whenever I need someone you’re always there, Lauren. I can’t show you how grateful I really am. Just know that I love you to pieces.”

Tears blur my vision and I sniff them away, not letting them fall. Her words hit a spot deep inside me, etching themselves onto my heart. This girl is my best friend and sister by choice, and I’ll never take her for granted. “I love you too, chick.” My voice wavers but I stay strong. Enough tears have been shed for one day, and I refuse to add to them.

I walk her to the door before giving her another tight hug, saying goodbye and watching as she walks to the elevators. My heartstrings pull at seeing her so resigned, so drawn into herself. Hopefully, Cobra can pull his head out of his ass long enough to see what he’s done to her today.

Walking back into the suite and closing the door behind me, I debate on whether to have a shower or lather up in a nice hot bubble bath. Bubble bath wins out, and I head to the en-suite bathroom and turn on the taps. I sprinkle in some lavender essence and sit on the toilet lid, waiting for the bath to fill to the brim.

Not long after submerging myself into bubble covered, hot water, I hear Champ.

“Lauren?”

“In here!” I close my eyes and breath in the relaxing lavender scent.

“Enjoying yourself there, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning against the door with his ankles crossed and arms crossed, smiling at me lovingly.

“I’m more relaxing than enjoying, thank you. Give me ten minute and I’ll be out,” I reply, shooing him out of the bathroom.

“Can I join?” I hear the amusement in his voice, at what, I don’t know.

“Not enough room for you, baby, the water is too full and the bubbles like their room.” I smile, with my eyes still closed. This is fucking heaven.

“Damn, you suck, sweetheart. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” His voice is closer than before, and his lips brush swiftly against mine. He moves away, taking his heat and scent away. I shiver from the brief contact and sink further into the bubbles.

I grab a beer from the bar area of the kitchen and sit on one of the steel stools, waiting patiently for Lauren to come out from having her bath.

I sit here, thinking over everything from Church, the plan we have in place, and I swallow around the lump of dread in my throat. Anything can happen once we’re there. We could get ambushed, taken out before seeing them. Even though the drop off is in a secluded area, it still has many places where people can hide, anything is possible.

The thought of getting shot and Lauren losing me is too much to bear. I swig back the rest of my beer and place the empty bottle on the countertop. I scrub my hands down my weary face, the stubble on my chin tickling my palms.

“You okay?” I hear from behind me. I swing around on my stool and face Lauren, wrapped in a towel, her cheeks tinted pink from the hot bath.

“I am now,” I reply, eyeing her from head to toe. My love for her blooms every day, and every time I look at her my heart swells that little bit more. But thoughts of the days to come have my heart plummeting to my feet.

“You don’t look too happy to me, babe,” she says, making her way toward me.

Once she’s in reaching distance, I grab her hips and pull her between my legs. I stroke my fingertips down the side of her smooth skin, and she purrs at the contact. My dick stiffens in my pants, and I groan at the pain of being confined.

“Fuck. I’m hard for you, sweetheart,” I whisper into her chest. Her breasts are in perfect alignment with my eyes, and I push my face into her cleavage. I shake my head from side to side making her boobs bounce. With one hand, I pull the towel down, freeing her tits. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck hard.

She moans, clawing at my hair, pulling at the roots. The pain mixes with the pleasure as her groin grinds against me.

Fuck! I’ll never get used to this gnawing pull towards Lauren.

My arm snakes around her waist, palming her ass and squeezing gently. Imagining my cock buried deep inside her has it pulsing behind the zipper of my pants. If I don’t let my dick free now, I’m worried it will break off.

Standing abruptly, I hold her against me so she doesn’t fall back. “I need to be inside your tight pussy, I want you pulsing around me.”

I feel the shiver running through her body, and my dick throbs in anticipation. I lift her, and her legs wrap around my hips, connecting at the ankles behind my back. Carrying her to the bedroom, I deposit her on the soft bed. “I think you’ve been wearing that towel long enough, sweetheart.”

Her labored breathing is loud in the silent room as she lies there and stares up at me with her lust-filled eyes.

I strip off my clothes, throwing them on the chair in the corner of the room. I sigh in relief, my dick swinging free. “Get rid of that damn towel, woman.”

She’s soon laying there, naked in all her glory. Her pussy glistens with the juices, begging for me to lap them up. I don’t waste time, and soon enough, my face is buried between her succulent thighs, licking, sucking and nibbling.

Her moans fill the room and she bears down, trying to get closer to my wet mouth. I slide two fingers inside her, curling to find her sweet spot. Her screams of pleasure spurs me on, thrusting my fingers deeper and harder ‘til I can feel her insides start to quiver.

Stopping abruptly, I move back, letting the cool air of the room attack her groin.

“What the fuck, Liam?” she screams at me, giving me a death glare.

I just smirk at her and then prowl toward her. Much like a lion stalking his prey.

She soon shuts up, her face softening.

“You’re not coming until my dick is buried inside your heat.”

“Oh my,” she whispers, blushing.

My heart soars with love for her, and my dick pulses painfully, straining toward her pussy.

I don’t give her any warning before I thrust deep and hard, buried to hilt inside her. Fuck me. I’ll never get used to her being so tight. She grips my cock, and I strain to hold back my release.

Lowering my head, I bury my face in her neck, raining kisses all the way to her collarbone, breathing in the sweet scent she used in her bath.

Her hips move, begging for me to make her feel good. Her wish is my command.

I pull out before slamming into her hard, moving her up the bed in the process. Her screams of rapture spur me on, and soon I have set a punishing rhythm.

However much I love missionary, I want her in a different position, where I can get deeper, closer to her. Pulling out, I flip her onto her stomach and lift her ass in the air by her hips. Her pussy shining with how wet she is, is staring me in the face.

I swallow and line myself up with her pussy. I ease myself in, slowly, when all I want to do is slam into her and make her scream my name. Once I’m as deep as I can go, I still, asking, “Are you okay?”

“You’ve never asked me before so why ask now? Fuck me, Liam.” That’s all the encouragement I need and pound into her, spanking her ass hard. The red print of my palm glows bright on her pale skin and takes me that closer to orgasm.

I reach around her and press two fingers against her clit, rubbing in small circles. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around my dick.”

Her moans grow louder, and her pussy grips my dick in a vise. The tingle at the base of my spine warns me of how close I am, my toes curl and the first wave of release hits me. I still, pouring my seed inside her and moan her name through the intense pleasure overtaking me.

Our ragged breathing fills the air, and we tumble onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs.

“Fuck. I swear it gets better each time I bury myself in you,” I whisper into her hair as I curl her into my body. “I love you, Lauren.”

“I love you too,” she replies sleepily, rubbing circles over my chest. I sigh, my mind venturing back to what’s happening in a few days. My gut is telling me shit is about to go south, and I hope to God we survive. I can’t imagine the pain it would cause Lauren if anything happened to me, to any of us. We’re her family. ‘Til then, we just have to hope like hell that this fucking mess goes our way.

I wait to hear her even breathing, wishing I could fall asleep so easily.

Yesterday, me and Lauren spent the day travelling around London going even so far as riding a tour bus around the main area of London, along with a cruise boat along the Thames. Cobra and Alexis joined us and the four of us had so much fun. We ate a nice Italian meal at a restaurant, costing us an arm and a leg for just four meals, followed by ice cream cones to walk along with as we crossed the London Bridge.

Lauren being Lauren, we have hundreds of selfie pictures of the four of us on our venture and some with just ourselves as well. I can’t remember the last time I felt this carefree, or even when I last had this much fun.

When we arrived back at the hotel, we went our separate way from Cobra and Alexis. Remembering Lauren’s mouth wrapped around my dick in the shower has me pulsing with need for her. She’s talented with that mouth, her tongue. Hell, she’s talented in the bedroom full stop. I remember us talking about Cobra and Alexis when we were snuggled in bed, of how they seemed like they hadn’t had a bombshell revealed, like shit didn’t hit the fan between them two. To be honest, I know Alexis would of given him hell for the way he walked out on her the way he did, but he deserved whatever he got. But by the way they were yesterday, I would say they’ve patched things up. Thank fuck.

Thinking about yesterday has me feeling a little miserable as I sit here in Blade’s car. I wish we could go back a day and do it all over again, but now it’s time for work, time to put an end to the bullshit that brought us over here in the first place.

“Do you have a woman?” I ask Blade. I don’t know much about the guy, but seeing as we seem to have endless hours sitting here, waiting for Trick to leave his house, I figure now is the best time to try and get to know him.

“I have an Old Lady, yeah. But at the moment I’m not with her.” His clipped, brief sentence has me intrigued.