The Fabric of our Souls
: Chapter 27

Liam Waters.

Who is he really? Outside of all this. He’s only sparingly mentioned things about his past. Corporate jobs, college, his broken family. But who are we once we’re cured?

I don’t even know myself anymore.

But I’ve become comfortable with the idea of reacquainting with myself—listening to my innermost thoughts and taking care of the damaged and bruised part of me.

Liam carries a bundle of peonies and baby’s breath back to his car. They look tragically alluring together. He insisted on the pair. I’m pleased that my morbid love of dead flowers has captivated him as well.

We make beautiful things together.

“I could’ve carried them around tonight. We didn’t need to walk all the way back to the car.” Guilt tugs at my chest. It’s a few blocks out and the autumn dance is starting in a matter of minutes.

“No, you wouldn’t be able to dance holding these. And don’t forget about the maze. Knowing you, they’d get crushed in a matter of seconds,” he says nonchalantly as he opens the passenger door and tosses the bouquet in the back seat.

He looks past me and his eyes grow wide. He sits down in the passenger seat and pulls me in his lap before shutting the door and locking his car. His labored breaths instill fear in me.

“What’s wrong?” I swing my head to look out the window.

A lone man walks slowly down the sidewalk. He wears a baseball cap and a black coat. At first, I think it’s Lanston, but the hat is too dark and under the dim light of the street lamp I see that the man’s hair is blonde. It’s nothing particularly scary, but then I recall what Lanston told me about Crosby.

The man continues down the sidewalk, minding his own business, and Liam’s shoulders relax. He holds me close to his chest and fists my sweater as he dips his head and breathes in my scent. The warmth between us scorches my heart. As the fear slips away, he loosens his grip.

“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling back and looking up into his blue eyes.

“Not really,” he admits, glancing down at my lips. “Wynn, I don’t know if you’re safe being around me.” His hand threads into my hair and he presses his forehead against mine.

My heart beats rapidly, my mind blurry with the brush of his lips on mine.

“But I still want you—I can’t stay away.” He kisses me possessively, fisting my hair in one hand as his other glides down my back and grips my ass. My thighs are on either side of him, my shirt pulled up from the scuffle.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe?” I ask. I already know the answer, thanks to Lanston, but I want Liam to open up to me. I want him to tell me why.

His tongue enters my mouth and I moan as he pushes down on my ass so I feel his hard boner beneath his jeans. He groans as I grind into him, my hands exploring beneath his gray sweater and running over each groove on his taut chest.

“Because I have a sinister past.”

My breath catches and I lean back to look into his eyes. “Tell me.”

Liam’s eyes search mine for a moment before he clenches his jaw. “I’ll tell you tonight when we get back to our room. We can make some coffee and stay up talking. How does that sound?”

“There’s nothing I’d love more,” I whisper against his lips. “We’re going to miss the dance if we keep this up though.” My hips grind into him, his hard cock rubbing my pussy.

He gives me a deep groan and slides his hand down the front of my pants. His fingers are cold, making me flinch and cry out when he unapologetically rubs them over my soaked clit.

“Oh fuck, you’re already so wet and hot for me, Wynn.” He bites my shoulder and slides one finger inside me. I fist his hair and quiver as he pumps me a few times before pulling his finger out and putting it in his mouth.

My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I’ve never been with a man who acts like Liam does, so cruel and hungry, remorseless. Unholy.

I’m drawn to him like a moth to fire.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucks on his finger and leans forward to take my lips again. I moan with the flavor of myself in his mouth.

He lifts me and unbuttons his pants, pulling them down quickly. His dick springs free and I swallow hard when it comes up to my belly button. He’s fucking lethal in this position.

A drug I’ll always chase.

His eyes meet mine and we stare at one another for a few seconds, panting and fogging up the windows. He lifts me and presses his dick into my pussy. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he grabs my hips and lowers me until he’s completely buried inside me.

I bite his shoulder to silence the cry that rings from my throat and he groans in my ear.

“You’re mine, Wynn. I won’t ever let you go,” he whispers darkly, pumping into me like a crazed man. His dick hits my cervix with each thrust.

It’s impossible to keep quiet with the way he’s worshipping my flesh. I hold onto him tightly and breathe in his scent as he pushes down on my ass and helps me grind on his dick.

“Even though I’m sick?” I whisper.

He slows his thrusts, but every motion of him inside me is euphoric.

“I’m sick too, remember? And together, we’re not as sick as we were before.” He pauses as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “Remedium meum,” he says and a vulnerable smile crosses his lips.

“My cure,” I murmur back to him and then our lips are crashing into one another again. He fucks me passionately—well, as passionately as one can in a car. His lips are soft as he presses kisses on my breasts and strokes his tongue gently against my flesh.

“I’m going to come inside you, sunshine. I hope you’re still taking your pills.”

I laugh and kiss him deeply, our tongues exploring one another before I whisper, “I’ve had an IUD since I was twenty.”

“Have you ever had one pulled out of you?” he asks darkly. I shake my head, dizzy and drunk with lust. His teeth brush against my tender nipple and he breathes against it. “I can do that someday for you, if you ever crave to swell with my child. I’ll pull it out slow and then I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming. I’ll fuck you until you’re pregnant with my baby.” He takes my lips again.

Holy fucking shit.

“Liam,” I moan. I can’t even conjure something to say to that. His mouth is filthy and dirty and the things he says make me so fucking hot and bothered.

“You like that, Wynn? You like it when I talk about knocking you up?”

“Yeah,” I cry out.

He pumps me harder and faster, rubbing my clit with his fingers as he takes me to the edge and I come so hard my vision blurs and my entire body vibrates.

I let my head fall back and moan as I ride out the last of my orgasm. Liam comes shortly after, his dick throbbing inside me, and his brows pull together as he groans like a dying man.

I slump against his chest and we sit here for a blissful moment, panting and letting our hearts beat together.

“Do you think we still have time for a dance?” he asks innocently, his blue eyes full of promises and affection.

I laugh and kiss him. “Yes, I think we do.”